Punk Hazard was completely on fire, but the flames were cold. Extremely cold.

You shivered, rubbing your arm in a dull attempt to warm yourself up a little. You were freezing, outside and inside.

«...then let's go somewhere else.» you heard your own voice talking, surprising you. It was like you were listening from a place far, far away. Your voice sounded so childish and fragile.

It was a night without moon or stars, the sea was reflecting the cold light of the flames. The long white jacket of the tall man in front of you reminded you of the snow. You were facing his back, and you knew he was not turning to you.

His voice was deep and warm, the opposite of yours.

«You want to come.»

It was no question.

«Of course I want! I-»

«No.»

Your eyes widened in shock.

«What do you mean? I'm your apprentice, I'm following you no matter what!»

«I can't teach you anymore. I'm sorry.»

«But I...»

«I need you to stay.»

You felt the tears, they were freezing in your eyes.

«Is that because I'm weak?»

No answer came.

You woke up slowly with someone moving in the room. It hurt you to see that ceiling, again. From a bad dream to a bad reality.

The pain on your side was dull and continuous, but not as intense as you remembered.

«Oh, you are awake.»

The little doctor was packing his things. There was no one else in the room. You looked at the bed you were in, searching for signs of Kid's passage, but finding none. Had he even come back yesterday night?

«Just in time, marine girl. We docked early this morning, I'm going down to purchase some drugs. Don't worry, the captain is going too.» he added, noticing your restlessness.

He dropped a plate filled with fruit, crackers, and two pills on the desk.

«Something to eat and painkillers.» he explained «Don't attempt suicide with them, they're not strong enough.»

You groaned in response.

«Some men are staying here, of course, so don't make yourself too loud, okay?»

You were slowly exploring the pain in your body, trying to figure out your mobility, clenching and relaxing the muscles of your limbs one by one. The situation felt better than yesterday, even after the battle. Good.

«So who's in charge?» you asked.

The doctor chuckled.

«Like I'd tell you!»

He then headed to the door, the bag almost as big as him.

«See ya. Or maybe not.»

The little man got out, and you heard the key turning in the lock.

You stayed quiet for about ten minutes, hoping that was enough to let most of the men down the ship, then you got up.

Once again, there was nothing in the room you could use to your advantage. No weapons, no hard thin tools to be used on the lock, no cracks on the wall to be wrenched. The porthole was showing a desert deck.

You growled in frustration, while forcing yourself to eat.

Now that you were finally on land, there was nothing you could do to get down from that damn ship! The only thing left was attempting to use the men left to your advantage, but how? Playing dying to lure them in? They wouldn't care, probably. And even if they opened the door, you weren't in the condition to face them. Plus, Kid had probably left someone he trusted in charge, like Killer, Heat or Wire. You couldn't afford being beaten up and tied again, waiting for Kid to finish the work in the most painful way he could think of.

So what, what could you possibly do?!

You were frantically examining alternatives when your brain registered lonely footsteps approaching the door.

Your mind paused immediately, all your senses tensed to the maximum.

The steps were light but clear, and they stopped exactly in front of the cabin. The silence was then dense and complete.

Your crawled to the porthole, looking from a narrow angle, to avoid someone spotting you.

It was Mr. Slimy, from yesterday. What was his name again? Gordo?

Crap.

That can't be good.

He seemed to hesitate in front of the door of Kid's cabin, nervously glaring behind his back. But there was no one there.

Next thing you heard was a key entering the lock.

He has a key?! How come he has a key for his captain's cabin?!

You desperately looked around to find something, anything to use, and ended up picking a belt from some slacks Kid abandoned there.

The door opened, and the big dirty pirate was in front of you.

His greasy black hair were glued to his neck, no shirt, huge muscles, scarred skin full of freckles.

You swallowed.

His lustful eyes travelled from your face down to your collarbone, covered in bandages, then to your bra, your bare torso also filled with gauzes, your underwear and your firm thighs.

He licked his lips with an excess of drool.

«Okay, listen friend,» you started, stretching the belt in front of you «do you really want to be torn apart by your captain? I'm sure he won't like what you're thinking.»

He tilted his head to the side with a wide grin.

«Nice try, marine girl. But why would he even notice if one of his bitches was used once more?»

Because I'm a virgin and he knows it?

You chose not to tell him those words. You didn't want him turned on more than necessary now.

«Oh, so you plan to be gentle and not to leave signs on me, right?» you growled.

He let out a harsh laugh, closing the door behind him.

When you saw him inserting the key in the hole, you knew you had no more chances. Surprise was your only weapon.

You darted towards him, whipping the belt aiming to his face.

You needed to reach the door before he could close it, it was your only hope.

«What the fuck!» he let out a squeak, but he quickly got a hold of himself, dodging the attack. Thus leaving the key.

You jerked to the handle, still whipping the air between you two to keep him at distance. You had almost reached the door when your body betrayed you again.

Your fractured collarbone sent a surge of pain through your muscles, cutting the air in your lungs and forcing you on your knees.

You groaned loudly, involuntarily bringing a hand to your shoulder.

That was you, losing.

The tight grip on your hair was quick and harsh.

He tore off the belt from your hand.

You forced yourself to open your eyes and attempt to scream as loud as you could, to reach someone else on the ship.

He was not supposed to be there, he was not supposed to touch what was Kid's. The other pirates had to know this!

But he knew as well, and he thrust the belt into your mouth, muffling your yell.

«I don't think so, bitch!» he growled in your ear, then he violently pounded your head to the ground.

That hurt.

Your collarbone and your side were killing you now.

«Stay down, you fucking marine slut. You want to play it hard, don't you?»

He punched you in the stomach and you rolled over in pain. The blood filled your mouth and soaked the belt, dripping on the wooden floor.

You felt his big callous hands reaching over you, bringing your body close to his sweated and furry torso.

«I'll fucking enjoy this.» he blew the slimy words directly in your ear «I'll break the little dirty whore you are. I bet you are still tight down there, aren't you? I bet you feel good.»

He ripped off your bra, pushing you once again on the ground and pinning your hands over your head.

You felt his stinging beard on your breast before he bit a nipple, hard. Your body stiffened in pain, your desperate groans were held back by the belt.

Among the pain, the fear and the horror, you were barely conscious. You felt the urge to throw up.

Okay, okay, okay, mind stay with me. Please, please, stay with me.

Your lips and your teeth began to work on the leather of the belt, to push it down enough. He was completely distracted by your breasts now. You could do that.

His hand reached your pants, sneaking under them, and your body jerked in a shiver. You wanted to scream so badly, but you didn't allow yourself to lose focus.

His fingers wwere pulling your clit when you finally manage to free your mouth from the belt, letting it slide dawn your chin.

Collecting all the air your weak lungs could bear, you ripped your throat apart in the loudest scream you could produce.

«KILLER!!»

He froze on you.

The pirate lifted his eyes on yours, blind hate mounting.

«You filthy whore!»

He slapped your face so hard you were sure your head would roll over the room, far from your body. You coughed a long stream of blood on the floor, almost choking in it.

He was about to hit you again, probably for the last time, when the door thrust open and someone burst into the room, pulling him off you.

«Gordo! What the fuck you think you're doing?»

«Killer-san...! I-»

His answer was cut off by what seemed a heavy hit on his face.

You rolled on your stomach, still coughing blood, fingers reaching your face to take the belt off completely.

«Heat, take care of her.»

Two big hands gently wrapped around your shoulders, but your whole body stiffened again.

Everything was hurting horribly.

You felt the light sheets falling over you and the belt was removed from your face.

You didn't have the strength to kneel, so those hands helped you sitting and leaning on the bed.

When you gathered enough breath to open your eyes, you slowly lifted your spinning head.

Heat was crouching next to you, a worried look on his sad face while he kept you steady.

There was blood all over the floor, and the sheets were rapidly staining as well.

On the other side of the cabin, a tall muscular man with a blue T-shirt and a mask was banging your aggressor on the wall, holding his neck.

Gordo was desperately trying to loosen the grip, choking.

«Killer-san, please...!» his voice was hoarse and barely audible «The captain... will never notice...»

«What?»

Killer quickly chucked him in front of you, still squeezing his neck.

«He won't notice... this?»

You were a mess of blood and bruises, not to mention the pain and mental state.

Other men gathered to the doorstep, and Killer pitched the pirate to them.

«Throw this piece of shit in the cell.» he ordered «Kid will decide how to dispose of him later.»

His eyes widened in terror, as the men forced him on his feet.

«Wait! No! Please, don't tell the captain, I just wanted to have some fun! Please, Killer! Nothing happened!»

He was still screaming while the pirates dragged him away.

Killer closed the door and turned to you, who were still struggling against the need of throwing up.

You weakly pointed at the desk.

«Pills. Painkillers. I need.» you hissed.

Heat looked at Killer, who nodded, then handed the pills to you. You quickly swallowed them both.

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke.

«This marine girl seems to be high maintenance.» Killer observed with a sigh «We should have known when she faced the whole crew alone.»

He walked over and crouched next to you.

«Do you have some valuable information, at least? About the Marines, the Emperors, or whatever.»

You frowned, still focused on not puking and not letting the pain take over.

You squinted at him through the tears, guessing where his eyes should have been.

«You're Killer, right?» you murmured «Look, I'm grateful and everything for saving me. But, with all due respect, fuck you.»

There was a moment of silence, then he snorted.

«Tell the doctor to patch her up again, when he's back.» he said to Heat, heading to the door «This is the last time, though.»

The rest of the crew was back by sunset.

The doctor came to you and frowned at the sight, but now he had "exactly what he needed" and all the "miraculous plants he was looking for", and he assured you he could quickly put you back on your feet.

You were doubtful at first, but he started to rub some weird unguents on your injuries and you had to admit they worked pretty well.

Kid was informed about what happened and ordered to set sail.

«Are we moving?» you weakly asked, while the doctor was working on your body. He nodded.

«So he's not even kicking out that piece of shit...» you bit your lip, feeling nauseated at the idea of sharing the same ship with that man.

The doctor stopped.

«"Kicking him out"?» he looked somehow confused «Just, who do you think our captain is?»

«What do you mean?»

«This ain't Wonderland, child. Captain doesn't "kick out" who displeases him.»

Now you were the confused one. The doctor sighed, adjusting one last bandage on your shoulder.

«The cabin is close to the deck, so you will probably realize soon enough.»

Well, you realized.

Although you couldn't assist, you heard everything, very well. Too well.

Kid had his men gathered on the deck. Someone dragged Gordo. You could hear his whines and pleas.

«Hi Gordo. So, I heard you think it's fun to play with my stuff while I'm not around, uh?»

That was Kid's voice. He sounded casual, but he gave you the creeps.

«Please, captain, please! I'm sorry! I didn't think you would care!»

You weren't sure, but Gordo was probably crying at this point.

Flashes of that morning came back to your mind, uninvited.

Good. It was good.

Just make him pay.

«My dear Gordo... what if I let my crew play around with my stuff every time I'm not watching? Would you respect me?»

«Captain, please...»

Gordo's voice was a mess of sobs and whimpers.

You heard Kid clicking his tongue in disapproval.

«Come on. Will you at least try to be brave?»

The crew yelled in enthusiasm as the man squeaked.

Something was happening.

You wanted to leave the bed and get closer to the porthole, but your body was too weak.

You began to hear metallic noises all over the deck. The crew was spurring loudly.

Gordo's screams transitioned from horror to pain. Unbearable pain.

God, the sounds he made.

They weren't human, and they were getting louder and louder.

You covered your ears, feeling your breath getting irregular.

The sound wouldn't stop.

My god, this is too much.

«So, Gordo, how long do you think your bowel can support your weight? Should I help you? Maybe through your rear entrance?»

You pressed your hands on your ears harder, as the screams filled the ship and the crew yelled in joy.

Above all the noise, Kid was laughing maniacally.

You didn't know how long it lasted. Maybe an hour, maybe all night.

You were lying one the bed, empty.

This is hell.

Why didn't I kill myself when I had the chance?

The door opened.

You just moved your eyes on the huge figure of the captain entering the room.

«So, are you still virgin, birdie?»

You felt your wounded stomach contracting at his words.

«Thanks to Killer.» you answered, flatly.

He dropped his fur on the chair and you moved back your eyes to the ceiling.

You didn't need to see how big and muscular he was, not again.

«Yeah, I heard you told him to fuck off.»

«Did I?»

«I also heard you could have targeted some of my men, yesterday, during the battle, and you didn't.»

«And your men thanked me well.» you smiled bitterly, fighting against the tears.

You would not let Eustass Kid see you crying. That would be the end.

His face suddenly clouded.

«Make no mistake, birdie. A skilful pirate is more precious than a marine bitch. Killer wants me to throw you in sea. He says you're bad news.»

«I am bad news?»

You couldn't help but chuckle. Then grin. Then laugh. Then laugh so hard your throat was on fire and your belly was hurting horribly. But you didn't stop anyway.

Tears were rolling down your face, falling on the blood-stained sheets.

«Sorry, sorry!» you uttered as soon as you could get a hold of yourself again. Your fingers wiped away the tears. «It's just... you're fun, Eustass Kid. I didn't know that.»

He was surprisingly quiet the whole time you freaked out.

You heard him standing up.

Finally, I'm dead.

You felt his metallic hand gripping on your temples, pressing you down against the pillow.

«You are fun too, birdie.» he hissed, licking his painted lips «I can't wait to play with you, but your body can't take me right now and I've an important mission tomorrow. Looks like your luck is still in place.»

«I... feel... so lucky.» you growled in response, trying to tear the metallic fingers away from your forehead. They didn't move an inch.

He laughed, letting you go and sitting on the bed next to you. His weight made the mattress sink.

Then you felt his real finger, lightly touching your throat and gliding down to your chest, between your breasts, then on your belly.

You stiffened and shivered.

He reached your navel, travelled a few inches further, then stopped.

«When I'm back from my mission, I'll have all the time your little virgin body deserves.» his hot lips blew directly in your ear. His breath was tickling your neck.

«Now sleep.» he ordered roughly.

Kid adjusted himself next to you and fell asleep almost immediately.