Ban snatched my injured hand's wrist and yanked me into a spin. Crashing my back into his chest, he wrapped his strong arms across my arms, pinning them against my chest.
"Let me go."
I screamed, thrashing from side to side. That only seemed to make him more excited.
"So how's this gonna go?"
He asked, leaning down to smell my (h/l) (h/c) hair. I swung my head at him, hoping to smash that sexy face of his, but he was too quick.
"We could always flip for her to see who gets her first."
Zoro suggested, looking my body over curiously, before he caught me noticing and looked away slightly blushing.
"That's not fun. Let's fight for her. Last one standing gets her."
Ban said ecstatically. I got the feeling Ban has a anger issue and loves venting it through fights.
"She could getaway while we're fighting genius. Plus I'm to tired to fight."
Franken Stein answered, with a sleepy yawn, looking already half asleep.
"Let's have a dancing contest."
Sebastian cheerfully threw his suggestion in, feeling confident it was a sure thing.
"No!"
The other three shouted simultaneously, before returning back to suggestions worse than the previous one. Hisoka just stood there, shuffling his cards from one hand to another. Almost like he was thinking while listening to the others. He was in mid shuffle when he stopped and his eyes became visible.
"We'll draw a card. The one with the highest card wins."
I waited for them to shoot it down like every other idea before it, but instead they all shared glances at one another before shrugging their shoulders and agreeing. I wasn't gonna allow myself to just stand by and be pawned off to the highest card holder. I had to do something. "Where were the guards at in this place anyway." I asked myself. "They wouldn't allow this short of thing right." I told myself in denial. But as I glanced around the room there wasn't a single guard in sight. In fact, I don't think there ever been a guard in here. They were all to scared to come in here and I was gonna suffer for it. As they each started to draw a card, I could feel myself slipping further and further away from rash thinking. My primal instincts were kicking in. Flight or Fight. The five of them flipped over their cards revealing them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see who had clearly won. Hisoka brought the ace up to his face with a devious smile, as the rest sulked about their losing.
"Looks like you belong to me."
My body trembled and my eyes widen.
"Noooo!"
I screamed, stomping onto Ban foot forcing him to release as he jumped around on one leg holding it, while expressing his pain.
I took off across the room, going deeper into cell block zero.

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I raced down unfamiliar hallways, pulling on every door I came in contact with. "How big was cell block zero anyway?"
I questioned, taking a right turn down a long corridor. I wanted to scream out for help, but I was scared it would give my position away. I reached another door along the corridor. I held my breath as I checked the handle, finally releasing it when I heard it click open. I quickly ducked down inside closing the door behind me. I checked to see if it locked, but no luck. I searched the small room. It was a laundry room. I was pondering over why they had their own laundry room when it hit me. This was nothing more than a house for them. The prison guards are too scared to handle them. So they created this prison house, so they didn't have too. They just had to make sure they didn't escape.
For a second I swore I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, causing me to wedge myself between the washer and dryer to hide. I covered my mouth to help hide my hectic breathing.
"Now where could my little prize have ran off too?"
A cold Voice filled with bloodlust asked. I let out a gasps. I closed my eyes and started counting like I use to do when I was a kid, every time my parents fought.
"There you are!"
His voice whispered in my ear, causing my eyes to flutter open. Finding him crouched down just outside my hiding spot between the washer and dryer. He reached inside like he was reaching towards the bottom of a barrel. I kicked and screamed. Beating myself against the washer and dryer as I thrashed from side to side. He took hold of my ankle, dragging me out of my safe spot. He straddled me once he got me far enough into the open but didn't pin my arms down. "Big mistake," I thought, taking advantage of his open face. Clawing and scratching until my heart content. He gripped my wrist as he pulled away backwards, dragging me right along with him. He staggered to his feet finding his footing. Before I could rip my hand away, he swung me into the washer. My stomach collided with the cold metal material, stealing my breath away. Before I could even collect my thoughts, let alone my breath again. I felt him behind me, he gripped the back of my neck forcing my face onto the cold smooth surface of the washer. I tried to fight back, swinging my arms behind me. He shifted his grip from the back of my neck to the top of my head and slammed it into the washer two quick times. I saw stars, but I swung another arm at him, so he did it again. This time leaving a dent in the smooth surface.
He leaned over me so he could position his mouth next to my ear.
"Your nothing more than a weak pathetic toy I won in a card game, but if you grow uninteresting or continue to misbehave. I'll break you so no one else ever has the privilege of playing with you again."
His words came out so threatening and mincing my body froze. I quickly learned that if the body gets scared enough, it just simply shuts down and waits it's fate. My arms dropped to the side and my body went limp. I would have fallen off the washer, if it wasn't for the weight of his body pinning me in place.
"That a girl."
He whispered, pleased with my submission.
I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face and pooling up on the washer around my cheek.

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He gripped the bottom of my shirt with both hands, ripping it like wrapping paper, exposing my naked back. He caressed it softly admiring every inch. My body shudder at the feel of his touch. I could feel his arousal starting to grow and press against me. I let out a cry as he gripped my prison shorts, that may as well been considered bathing suit bottoms and stripping them free from my lower half.
I could feel my body getting prepared for round two in the flight or fight department of the brain. He spun me around facing him, his eyes showed only huger, but not sexual hunger. Then need to kill hunger. He stripped off what was left of my tattered shirt exposing my breast. I quickly covered them the best I could, avoiding his eye contact. Before I could even react his hand enclosed around my throat as he picked me up setting me on the washer and pinning me down . I tried to scream out and fight back, but his grip grew tighter with every hit to the point I thought my neck was gonna break. I felt him enter inside me, but I was powerless to stop it.
"Plea....please stop."
I choked out, or that what I thought I said, but it didn't sound like that. My voice was so horse and dry   it was almost impossible to make out anything I said. He loosened his grip enough for short breaths, enough to keep me alive, but barely conscious. The motherfucker wanted me fully aware through every minute of it. He gripped the back of the washer with his other free hand as he slowly started to thrust inside me. I squeezed my knees into the side of him, trying to push him away, but it was like pushing on a wall. He picked up speed, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting it back in hard, forcing the washer to rock. He was savoring the feel of my insides pulling at his hard erection. He kissed my lips. His kiss was hard and brutal, as if he would eat me alive. There was nothing romantic about it. I felt him start to pulse inside of me. He was getting ready to cum inside me. I struggled against him with all my might. He gripped my hair pulling my head back so he could run his tongue freely along my neck.
"You should be happy I'm willing to bare you with my seed. I wouldn't just give it to anybody freely."
He rumbled, in between licking.
"I don't want your-"
he squeezed my neck literally choking the last words off. I expected him to loosen his grip again, but he didn't. Instead it got tighter as he thrusted harder and faster. Rocking and shifting the poor metal machinery under us. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it or the washer. We both were on our last leg. I could feel myself gasping for air, only to be denied it. Just when I was sure I was gonna die on top of that washer, he climaxed. Letting his hand fall away. I laid underneath him completely still. Worried that if I moved he might try for round two. Finally he lifted himself off of me and adjusted himself before exiting the room. I curled my feet up onto the washer into a fiddle position and stayed like that.