Author: Here it is! The new chapter! I'm in a bit of a hurry as I'm moving out and there is still a lot to pack but I wanted you guys to have this chapter before I left my house since I don't know when I'll be able to write again (maybe in two days, maybe next week). So, hope you like it :) Thank you for your support!

Warning: Torture and angst (not to much angst, just torture for the sake of torturing Sanji)

Chapter XII – Take him home

Forget all the reasons why it won't work, and believe the one reason it will.

He had been taken, again. It was just fucking great. Why was he so fucking unlucky? It hadn't been a month since the whole affair with his fucking family and he had been taken again. Well, at least this time he wasn't getting married. It was an improvement, wasn't it? Somehow, it felt like an improvement to Sanji. Yeah, he was being tortured but… whatever. He wanted a cig. He was dying for a cig. Would these fucktards give him a cig before killing him? The cook hoped they did give him a cig. By the way, what was taking so long for the crew to arrive? Were they expecting him to get out by himself? Man, he was going to disappoint them and Chopper was going to get so pissed off…

Tired of counting the cracks in the ceiling, Sanji closed his eyes and his memory went back a few days, to the day that everything began. How long had it been? It felt like a few days but it could have been a few weeks. If only the cell had a window he would have been able to know how much time he had been there, in that fucking chair. Again, how had he been taken? It had been so fucking ridiculous. He should have seen it coming. After he had dinner with the crew in the restaurant, he had gone outside to smoke a cig before heading upstairs, to the boys' room. He had lit the cig, dragged a lungful and enjoyed the nicotine going through his body. Yes, it was a beautiful, uneventful night. Then, she had shown up.

She was tall, almost as tall as him, her curvaceous body something to be reckoned with: a slim waist and endless legs, a long, swam-like neck, a small face, maybe too small for her plum, red lips, her adorably small nose and those big blue eyes like sapphires surrounded by thick black eyelashes, her long wavy black hair fell to her hips and it looked like a waterfall of silk in which Sanji would have loved to tangle his fingers just to check that it was as silky as it appeared to be, her skin was as pale and smooth-looking that Sanji wanted nothing else but caress it and learn whether it would mark as easily as it seemed. She was wearing a little black dress that hug her curves, her walking was confident and the smirk dancing on her lips promised nights of passion and lust. She walked right up to him with a cig between her long fingers. Sanji was in love.

"Excuse me, can you light my cig?" The words fell from her lips like a dirty proposition and the cook smiled, his cock twitched in his pants.

"Yes, mademoiselle, here you have." He offered his matches and found himself being tugged until the tip of his cig met her cigarette and she blew a lungful of smoke in his face.

"Thank you, you are quite the gentleman." Her hands didn't leave his suit but, instead of fisting it, she was caressing the cloth. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, my lady." His crew mates' voices had disappeared a few minutes ago, so it was certain that he was the only one awake. He wasn't as chivalrous as some might like to believe and he was going to accept the subtle promise of this woman. "And you? It is dangerous to walk alone so late."

She took his arm, looking at him with a wide, seductive smile and Sanji followed her. It was his mistake, really. She wasn't to blame. She had been used as a pawn, she had been an underling of a bastard who didn't hesitate to use her like she was just an object. It was better if Nami-san never found out about this… After walking around for about half an hour, the woman – what was her name? – had taken him to the forest and Sanji smiled, of course, the woman was wearing a red light…

"Sorry, my dear, I think you got the wrong man." He didn't have any money on him. What a pity… "So, it's better if I accompany you back to town."

"You are Sanji of the Mugiwara crew, aren't you?" Her smile didn't faltered even for a second but her eyes went icy cold and Sanji took a step back, all he could do before something stung him in the neck. "Sweet dreams."

His vision became dark soon and unconsciousness welcomed him with open arm. How long had he been out? He didn't know. When he woke up he found himself in a cold, barren cell. He had been tied to a chair and his legs cuffed to the floor with seastone chuckles. He tried to look around but, except for the part illuminated by the light over his head, he couldn't see anything. Great, was he supposed to stayed there and get bored to death? He tried to free his legs but the chuckles were tight around his ankles, maybe too tight since the metal was biting into his flesh even through the material of his pants. His hands were out of question too, the rope was also tight and the knots were so good that he would have bet Usopp had done them. How long was he supposed to wait for someone? Marines maybe… but why get him and not his friends? Had his friends been captured as well!? Oh, fuck! He fought against his bindings without results.

"If I were you, I would remain still, we don't want you to get hurt." A door opened behind him and a trolley was placed by his side, Sanji regretted looking the instant he saw what was on top of it. The man, dressed in a grey suit and a white shirt didn't look like the man who would torture anyone. He had that type of face that spoke of kindness, though that smiled seemed a little creepy right now. He was balding but had a prominent grey moustache. There wasn't anything remotely significant about the guy… he was an old man who loved to torture people, apparently… "Oh, do you like my tools?"

"No, I'm not into that type of kinks…" Fuck, fuck, fuck! "Where are my crewmates?"

"I don't know, we sent a few soldiers but they were dispatched rather quickly and your crew left the inn without a trace." Alright, everything was alright. Sanji had only to resist whatever was done to him until his crew found him. "Even their ship disappeared. Maybe they left you behind?"

"Fuck you." He prepared himself mentally for what was going to come.

"Well, I have enough tools here to get what I want from you." Wait, the dude wanted info? Like hell that was going to happen! "What we are asking for is quite simple: I want to know your friends' weaknesses, all of them."

"Fuck you." Those were the only words that were going to leave his lips from now on.

"You're a tough one, aren't you?" The man picked a pair of pliers and held Sanji's hand between his strong fingers. Sanji tried to yank his hands out of this fucker's hold. "Easy, easy, buddy, this is only the first chance."

"Fuck you, fucking psycho!" No, he wasn't going to resist if his hands were at stake.

"What a foul mouth you have there, young one." Couldn't this bastard tried to beat him to a pulp before torture!? Like regular bastards did! "Maybe I should sew it but then how would I hear you scream for me?"

When the nail of his thump was pull off Sanji screamed to the top of his lungs. Fuck it hurt! He looked at the man and found it disgusting that the dude was grinning. He said something, but Sanji's ears were buzzing and he closed his eyes. Ok, he could deal with a pulled nail, it was nothing, he could still cook and nails would grow up back. This was nothing, it hurt but it was nothing. Back to square one.

"Well? What are your friends' weaknesses?" Oh, the fucktard was asking the same question, the cook smiled and looked at the man.

"Fuck you."

"Mm… I'm going to tear you apart, make you suffer so much and when you think it can get more painful, I'll make it even more painful until your last breath." The guy whispered against his ear and put the pliers back in the trolley, leaving Sanji looking at his bloody thump. "Don't worry, I'll be gone only for a minute. I'm going to look for my assistant."

Sanji begged mentally for his friends to come fast. Though hadn't said the bastard that even their ship had gone missing? The cook didn't doubt, not even for a second, that his friends were coming for him. Maybe they were trying to hide the ship before coming or something. They were coming, that was a fact. The door opened again and this time the bastard came with a man that looked as big and bulky as Franky, though this one wasn't made of metal.

"Hold him tight, I don't want him moving and trashing around." The bodyguard took his right hand, the one that had been mutilated already, and hold it tight. "Good, now… where were we? Oh, yeah. Your friends' weaknesses are…?"

"FUCK YOU!" Sanji screamed, sweat drapping down his face. "When I get out of here you're going to regret this so much!"

"He is quite the talker but nothing we want to hear." The pliers closed around his index finger's nail and tugged at it until it was pulled off his finger and Sanji grunted. "Remember, this is just the beginning, we have all the time in the world and I'm very creative."

Sanji clenched his jaw, he didn't want to let this bastard know that by injuring his hands he was breaking Sanji's heart, for it would cause the damage to center in his hands and Sanji couldn't deal with it. The guy asked the same question again, with each negative, a finger nail was pulled. When his left hand was left without nails, Sanji's heart was broken and he had sobbed a little, watching his hands bloodied and injured turned his stomach and caused Sanji to want to hurl. The man stopped and took off his jacket, pulled up his sleeves and motioned the bodyguard to bring something to him. It was a chair.

"You're certainly something else, Black Leg." The man sat down in front of him, frown between his eyebrows. "But at the end, you're just making things worse for you, I don't want to hurt you, I just need for you to tell me what I need to know." Closing his eyes, Sanji tried to prepare for the next torture. "So, are you going to be smarter this time or shall I continue with my interrogation?"

"… Fuck you." Damage had already been done and he hadn't broken down, he had resisted because he trusted his friends, he knew that they were coming for him. The cook spat at the fucker's face. "Fuck you, sick bastard!"

The man cleaned himself, frown deeper and he was handed a chisel and a hammer. What… what was he going to do?

"Your legs are you pride, aren't they?" He felt the iron tip of the chisel against his knee, Sanji clenched the arm rest of the chair and looked behind the man. "Don't worry, with this, you won't be able to fight anymore. Or escape even if I were to let you free you. But you can stop this now by spilling the beans."

"You know what?" Sanji looked at the man, resolution absolute. "Do your worst."

He almost regretted it when the room was filled with the sickening noise of the chisel breaking through flesh, muscles, tendons and finally bones. Sanji felt like his leg had been severed and he scream echoed around the room, sweat and tears mixing in his face. Ok, he had asked for the worst, now he had to deal with it. Chopper would fix him, Chopper would… he was the best fucking doctor in New World. His ears were ringing and, when he finally opened his eyes was to see the bastard's mouth moving, probably asking the same fucking question.

"Fuck you! Stop asking the same question that I won't answer!" The idiot couldn't understand it or what? "I'm loyal and even if you kill me, I will stay loyal to my captain and crew!"

The chisel did the same with his other knee, this time, the bastard's face was red and his eyes held a fury he hadn't seen in anyone but Luffy, oh, that was going to be the same look that Luffy was going to have when he found his cook being torture. Said cook smiled after the pain had subsided to a tolerable level. The man didn't ask the same question. Instead, he got up and looked through his tools, knowing that he wasn't going to get the answers he was looking for. Sanji tossed his head back and tried to calm his breathing. How long was this supposed to go on? How long was it going to take for his crew to arrive? He was dizzy and nauseous, he could smell his blood and it coated the inside of his nostrils, the back of his throat and bile raised to his mouth. Yet, Sanji was certain that he was going to be the one walking out of that room alive.

When he focused his attention back to the bastard, it was to find him with a long ice picker, holding it between two fingers. The guy was looking at Sanji's eyes and he wasn't very comfortable with it. Sanji looked around, seriously, now was a good time for his friends to show up! The bodyguard yanked his head back and all Sanji could see was the tip of the ice piker hovering over his eye. The blond man bit his lower lip until it bleed and kept biting it, he wasn't going to scream, no… he wasn't… He closed the eye as tight as possible, come on, Luffy, show up! However, he couldn't help it but gasped when the pain came from his shoulder and his eye opened and, when he looked, he saw the ice picker buried right there, the cloth around it soaking in flesh blood.

"Don't worry, your eyes are going to be left alone, I want you to see what is going on." Laughing filled the room as the man pulled free the tool and caressed his neck with its bloodied tip. "Yes, I want you to know what I'm going to do next."

Next was his jacket and shirt being torn to pieces and a scalpel caressing his chest and abdomen like a lover would caress. What a lover wouldn't do was to stab you several times, not deep enough to be life-threatening but enough to make you grunt in pain. Sanji heard another trolley being placed behind him. The torturer took some cables which tips had been peeled and he basically used the stab wounds to connect those to his body.

"Let's start with medium level of energy, we don't want to cut it short." Medium energy was more or less like Enel's weakest attack, which was a lot. Luckily Sanji had experience those more than once back in Skypeia and thus he only gasped, causing his host to be mildly impressed. "Use maximum level, let him cook from the inside and let's see how long he can keep up."

With the change of energy running through his body, Sanji swore he could hear his muscles and bone breaking, his lugs fighting for air while his vocal cords were snapping with his screaming and tears rolled down his face, his whole body was dying and being brought back to live constantly but his brain couldn't keep up and he jerked once and again, ropes cutting his wrists and metal biting his ankles. It lasted for minutes but he felt like it was hours before his body finally shut down and his eyes rolled back, sporadic spasms from the residual electricity that had shocked his body.

"Let's give him a minute to recover, bring me lunch, Joshua." The bodyguard, Joshua nodded and left the room to fetch his master something to eat. "Torturing always makes me hungry."

When Sanji finally gasped for air, coughing as air entered his lungs to fast, Joshua entered the room with a dish of something that smelt deliciously.

"Your food, master Henrick, is ready." Henrick took it and ate it slowly, looking as Sanji was still trying to recover. "Our guards informed me that they had come back."

"Good, good, this was getting boring." He placed the empty dish on the trolley and held a knife, knowing that someone was about to break in his prison. "Looks like your friends are here, Black Leg, so I have to cut my fun short. This is your last time to tell me what I want to know."

Silence filled the room and the tip of the blade was placed between his ribs, still Sanji couldn't find his voice even to curse the man who was still waiting for the cook to betray his friends. Blood dripped from his nose and lips, yet Sanji smiled when he finally could utter two words between mouthfuls of air.

"Fuck…you" The knife was buried between his ribs and he lost his breathe once again, this time because his lung was filling with blood and collapsing. Sanji coughed and blood fell on the host face.

"Well, looks like you're more stupidly loyal that I thought." Outside there was a lot of noise, explosions and yells, someone was calling his name. "You're going to die within minutes and still… how can you smile?"

Indeed, Sanji was smiling at the poor bastard because they were here. His friends had arrived finally. The knife was twisted and the cook cried out in pain, more blood falling from his lips. Why wasn't the man running away? Didn't he know what was going to happen to him? Footsteps were heard and Henrick stood proud and tall.

"Prepare the gun, shot whoever comes through that door, we're going to need a new victim." Joshua took the gun and pointed at the door, waiting for it to open. Idiots…

"SANJI!" A gunshot fired as soon as the door was kicked down. Poor unfortunate souls…

His captain was here to save him. Sanji gave in and lost his battle to unconsciousness or death, whatever came first. He was at peace, he hadn't betrayed his friends and they had come to take him home.