REWRITTEN!

A big thanks to Mari-chan (Skriblerier earlier Marhi) for Beta-reading this chapter

Thank you so much^o^

Sometimes it's just better to keep
your eyes closed.

Sometimes it's better not to could feel

Anything at all.

Death sometimes would have been an easier solution.
God!

Just tell me that all this just is a nightmare…

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Painful realities

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Early mornings were the only time of the day where it was possible to have some peace and quiet. But waking before the sun even had touched the sky, because of some shitty marines thought they could ambush them during the time they slept, and not even an hour later after kicking all of their sorry asses overboard, some fucking pirate ship thought they'd make an entry as well, were damn hell tiring. As an island finally came into view at the time he were preparing the crew something to snack on, Sanji couldn't wait to leave the ship and let some random restaurant dinner the bottomless captain, while he himself would find the nearest Inn, get a room, get some good wine and sleep till the next day, or maybe even the day after – he nearly sounded like the marimo-head now. Though if the ladies needed his aid for anything, he wouldn't say "no". Though being a gentleman, could he avoid it for once, he'd gladly do.

Though his plans rarely became a reality, and this one was no excuse. Barely had they set food on the new land, and the ladies wanted his assist for the shopping, and just as he'd thought he could relax, the damn captain decided they all should throw gigantic party at one of the many local Inns.

He doesn't even remember how the party ended, how he went back to bed, just that he'd got an awful lot of alcohol, if he should go after the next day's blinding headache… and that some shit had happened. Some serious stupid shit that even made the stupid good-for-nothing marimo to use his first-mate-card. They went into a fight, they split and then… then what?

Sanji squirms as the beam of the sunlight almost blinds him. He's tempted to close his eyes again, but something feels off, and soon he realises he's neither at his room at the Inn or the Men's sleeping quarters at the Sunny. No, he can't recognise the surroundings, and another thing:

He can't get up!

Hissing at the movement, Sanji gets a horrible picture of his situation, as he finds both his arms restrained above his brain-cracking head and both legs tied idly well together in a position, as if he's about to give birth. And he's naked. No wonder that he feels cold. He can't remember anything after the fight at the Inn. Nadas! Nothing! The heck happened since he ended up in this God old apartment? He can't move his legs, as he tries, pain emits from them. Trying the ropes above him again, only reassures him that he can't get the fuck out of this.

A door opens from somewhere, someone enters. An icy chuckle makes itself known, and sounds horrible familiar, though he can't picture from where. He can't see anything but the contours of the nightmarish shadow nearing him, but as he cranes his neck to follow the shadow's movements, he clearly sees the long thin knife, or what the heck it is, candles stands underneath it to warm up the blade. Inhuman clear eyes never leave him, as white sharp animalistic teeth gleams in the candlelight.

"Awake again I see? Ready for the next round?" a deep chuckle sounds. "You can't see me, kid?" he mocks observationally.

Sanji growls. "Who the fuck are you?" he slurs, as if he has drunk a whole bar bankrupt. "Why the heck I'm naked, shitty creep-pervert?"

"Don't worry, I'll help you remember," the shadow promises, as he snaps his fingers, and more shadows enters the room, floating in as a swarm of cockroaches. He hates cockroaches, he hates insects, and somehow these gangling shadows reminds him of those creatures.

Orders growls out, a rubber band tightens around his arm, and then he sees the syringe. Sanji tosses around, growls and bites as they get too close, and barely cares about how the ropes only grinds deeper into his hands as it tightens around them. What worries him is that he still can't move his legs.

"Hold him down!" sounds an impatient command, and soon the cockroaches are all over him, keeping him still, even his head, even though he tries to bite them and head-but them. Sanji roars as the syringe gets near him again and japs right into the vein in his arm.

"Noo! Let me the hell go, damn it! You fucking shitty idiots!"

The last of whatever shit they were giving him were forced in hard, before the needle disappeared. They didn't let go of him, even though they knew his fight was in vain and the ropes too well bound.

"I wonder how much it'll take before you break, kid." Says the largest of the shadows, who by each blink gets a form, colours, a massive body comes in sight, a creepy smile. The long heated knife is in the man's hands. "How long indeed."

Sanji pants, already feeling exhausted, tired, too tired. He doesn't like how suddenly his body relaxes, how an inner heat makes him feel comfortable. His visions gets clearer, his mind is wide awake, yet he feels drowsier and heavier.

"We can't have you fainting on us again, kid." The man says. Again? "Ever heard of Smack? H? Horse?" Sanji tilts his head back and forth in a "no", even though he doesn't want to answer. The man's smile grows, as he leans in close and forces his eyes to open further up. "The pupils' already constricted." He notes happily "Already feeling your mental functioning clouding? Drowsy? Respiratory depression? Euphoric? Feeling that wonderful rush? I always make sure that my specimens gets the clearest of what there exist."

"What, you've…giv'n me?" Sanji slurs, hating the mixed feelings of feeling good and awful, His mouth feels dry, he tries to work his jaw, his tongue to wet it, no help.

"Heroin." The man answers simply, Sanji barely feels as the rubber band gets removed. It takes a couple of seconds before his drowsy mind can comprehend what the man even is saying. Eyes widening as the horror finally dwells. The orange haired man smirks. "The purest and finest quality at the market, and in a perfect dose. Starting to like it?"

"Fuchk… ouff." He groans, tilting his head away. A firm grip forces him to look the man dead in his eyes. There's something different about them, something inhuman, something… familiar.

Nails, sharp as claws, drags up along his side, ripping, scratching, tearing the skin, it feels awful, it feels horrible good. He's turned on and he hates the feelings firing up inside of him. He can't move, he hasn't even realised the men letting go of him. He can feel the heat emitting from the heated blade, he's petrified of what the man has in mind with that one.

Crawling on top of him, Sanji feels the scrubbed tongue of the man run up along his chest, licking, shar teeth biting, pulling and kissing. He likes it and hates it. A moan threatens to bubble out of his throat. He clenches his fists tight, his body trembled, betraying him. He tries to get the growing arouse out of his head, and looks everywhere to get his mind on something else.

There's a mirror beside them, he barely recognises himself, the fear painted in his face, as if his body remembers something his mind yet can't grasp around. He's on a table. He's pale, dirty, bloodied, especially down south. Especially his legs, his feet, both feet.

"Like what you're seeing?" The man asks in a rumbling voice… no… not man… not any longer… tiger!

"My feet." Sanji comments horrified. The skin is partly gone, shredded, ripped. He vaguely remembers about a whip, the feeling of it gracing his skin, tearing it.

Sanji inhales sharply as he slowly remembers the pain, the tears, the screams, before falling into a world of darkness.

"I don't feel… What have you done to my feet…?"

His legs get forced further apart. He can feel the growing tremble crawling underneath the skin.

"Remember me now, kid?" the tiger growls mockingly satisfied.

Sanji feels the cold dread taking hold of him, feels the heat emit from the knife, as it nears his skin, nears his legs, his thighs, almost burning his manhood – wait, wait, wait, wait! What the fuck is he going to do with that one?! He tries to pull away, but his body is almost fully immobile. It goes further, search further, the heat emitting is burning his lower regions.

He can't help the growing trembling, the cold sweat building and the drying mouth.

No. no… no… no…!

"W-what are you…?"

"Shall we continue from where we left?"

The pain is beyond of what he has ever felt before, as the round formed knife stabs up into his rear, cutting and burning, forcing its way further up. Sanji screams, he can't help it, the pain is too inhuman. It's burning, cutting, melting, burning. He'll burn up from the inside.

God, help! Help!

And then, only then, he remembers it all too well again… unfortunately.

To be continued