Big Mom towers over Katakuri in the throne room. Although Katakuri is a tall man, Big Mom dwarfs him several times over. Her circus tent size pink skirt slides on the floor as she moves.

"You saved her within the time limit." She says, simply. Then, she moves on. "Cracker will administrate Chamomile's punishment." Unusually, nobody else is present in the throne room. Even the chessmen are gone. It seems oddly quiet although every sound echoes around the chamber. It makes Katakuri, the strongest sweet general, feel alone.

Cracker's footsteps are audible as he crosses the hollow throne room to kneel behind Katakuri. Katakuri seems startled.

Cracker... Cracker is sadistic. He'll kill Chamomile.

A voice appears in Katakuri's head. 'Why do you care if he kills her? Tortures her? Who even is that girl to you?'

Katakuri doesn't have an answer for that.

That was the last time I saw Katakuri Charlotte for a long time.

My knees ached on the hard paper floor of Mama's prison. My arms shackled behind me, pulling my body forward at an unnatural angle. My mind contorted not unlike my body.

'Give up!'

Give up on your dreams!'

'Stupid Chamie, always getting into trouble!'

'You'll never win against Mama!'

No.

Katakuri grabbed me by the ankle and slammed me against the ice wall. His cold eyes bored into me from below.

My entire family laughs at me around the dinner table.

So many days curled on the floor of a jail cell, feeling empty inside, taking in large gulps of air in an attempt to make my belly feel full. To stave off the hunger that ate me from the inside out. My stunted growth from not eating. My ribcage that made itself visible on my bare chest.

But I can't give up on escaping. There has to be a better world out there. A world where pirates can be free. I'll get there, no matter what it takes!

My chest rumbles with a warm power. That's right. I have a devil fruit now. escape is closer than it ever has been. Its the only part of me that feels warm.

The door to the dungeon slams open, drawing my attention. Heavy footsteps plod down the stone stairs. I immediately recognize him.

"Cracker..." I growl.

His face splits with glee. "Wow, you're looking lean these days!"

I barely have enough energy to raise my head to glower at him. They had been starving me harder than ever before, this time, within an inch of my life. What small muscles I had are gone. I recieved just enough food to stay alive.

"Mama is willing to give you another chance. Will you obey her and eat the steam-steam fruit?"

I'm tempted, so tempted. I'm almost willing to eat it just to get some food inside of me. but I can't. I already ate one, and if Mama finds out about it, then big brother Katakuri will be finished. I have to say no.

"Then, Obviously," He says, imperiously, "Mama's punishments haven't been enough." Cracker orders guards to open my cell and unlock my arms. They take hold of me, dragging me out. Cracker drops a small piece of bread on the floor. I dive for it, eating it right off the floor, too hungry to care about appearances.

"Wow. I can't believe you're actually my family. You're disgraceful. Eating off the floor like a dog."

"Shut the hell up."

Cracker chuckles as the guards collect me under my arms again.