*warning - violence, sexual and other heavy topics*

It was always so strange to you.

You had seen so many people you cared for die before you.

Fought so many people in battle.

Witnessed such destructive, horrible things.

You figured by now you'd be numb to all of those things.

Or maybe it would've gotten just a little easier to see, and experience.

But here you were standing in front of a lifeless body, of a man you had met roughly 20 days ago.

A man who was a part of the crew that had originally held you as a prisoner.

A crew that around 20 days ago, you didn't care if they lived or died.

Yet here you were, feeling your body and mind utterly overwhelmed. A burning pain in your chest as you stood completely frozen. Numb to all of the blood and physical wounds covering your own body, because of the shock of emotional pain.

Because as much as you hated to admit it, you cared for every single one of them.

You owed it to them, all of them, to try to protect them.

To fight for them.

In that moment, your purpose was simply that and nothing else.

You didn't have tears streaming from your face, but your body quivered slightly as your gaze slowly peeled away from Riku's body, and back toward the dark haired devil fruit user.

Your gleaming red eyes locked onto the man, wind violently whipping your long hair, as you stood before the giant man.

A grin spread across his lips as laughs bellowed from his chest.

His voice was deep, rough,

"Mmmm... what a nice surprise!"

God dammit he knows me.

He rose his hand up pointing it at you,

"You're alive, and worth a lot of money, pretty girl. Good thing my shot didn't kill you."

Your mind had tuned out the howling wind, shouts, and clattering of fights.

Your eyes narrowed slightly, locking on the man, scanning him, searching for a weak point.

You weren't familiar with his fruit. You didn't know who he was or what he wanted.

Or what he knew about you.

I don't know what he's capable of.

You weighed your options.

Although you couldn't feel your injuries from the adrenaline and rage that pumped through you, you could taste the blood in your mouth, as it ran down your chin. The cuts across your legs. The blood soaking in your clothing, dripping off your body. Your wings, completely torn up, unsure if you were even capable of taking off if you needed to.

I don't have time to think.

In a split second, you lunged at him, your hand moving in a slashing motion, leaving a dash of light in the air in front of you before it disintegrated.

And then it was a blur.

You heard the man shout in pain, as the deep wound was inflicted on his chest.

But then you felt yourself choking for breath as your eyes flickered open.

You could feel your body dangling, finger tips desperately clawing at his giant hand that had a tight hold on your neck. His eyes boring into yours, full of anger as you saw the blood soaking through his jacket.

He brought you closer to him, so close you could feel his breath on you.

His eyes looked wild. Full of rage and lust as he growled,

"You're lucky I want to fuck you, more than I want to kill you."

You could feel yourself choking, cursing yourself for being so fucking pathetic as you felt your eyes well with tears. Hands falling limp at your sides from the lack of air, unable to fight his grip.

How humiliating.

Am I really this weak?

You felt your vision start to blur, as the world closed in around you.

And then he dropped you to the ground abruptly, causing you to collapse on your knees.

Desperately sucking in breaths of air.

He grabbed your jaw and pulled forced you to look up at him,

"Such a pretty little destructive thing. We'll be taking over this ship, since you destroyed our precious vessel."

When he said those words his grip tightened even harder on your jaw causing you to let out a noise of pain.

The world around you was still fuzzy. The noises of shouts and fighting echoing fading in your ears, as your mind struggled to focus on his voice.

He leaned down to you closer so your face was right in front of his once again, this time his voice lower,

"You look so fragile and soft. Have you ever been fucked?"

Your eyes remained half lidded, as you managed to muster up enough energy to jerk your chin away.

He yanked your head right back with ease, letting out another bellowing laugh, mocking you,

"Oh that just makes it just makes it that much more exciting you're untouched! I bet you're so sensitive..."

He then, without warning grabbed your chest roughly, causing you to cry out in pain, your face flushing, clenching your eyes shut as you felt tears start to well up once again.

Fuck.

Help me.

And then, there was a loud noise, almost one of a gunshot.

You waited for the pain to come. Waited for the shooting pain.

But it never came.

Instead, you felt his grip loosen on your jaw, as you slumped back down on your knees, unable to hold your body up.

Your eyes slowly flickered open, as you looked weakly up at the man.

You could see a look of terror in his eyes, and short panicked breaths, as he looked down at the giant stab wound in his body.

He stumbled backwards, before collapsing to the ground in a matter of seconds.

Your eyes were wide with shock as you watched the scene before you.

What the hell happened?

Everything was happening so fast around you, you couldn't keep up.

And then, a sharp breath escaped you as you were harshly yanked up to your feet.

Forced to face Law.

Law, who was looking at you with an expression that terrified you.

His grip on your arm was tight, sinking into your skin.

"Shiina-ya," his voice was low, rough.

His face darkened as he looked at you.

"I told you to go inside,"

"I told you, with good reason."

You just stared up at him, your lip quivering slightly, unsure what to even say.

Something in him must've snapped, in anger.

He yanked you closer to him, earning a yelp from you as his grip was now hurting your arm. So close, you could now make out the vein bulging in his forehead as he shouted,

"What in the hell were you doing? Why do you not listen?!"

Your eyes looked into his eyes wide with fear, as his bore into yours.

Somehow you managed to get words out with all of the emotions bubbling inside of you, threatening to pour out,

"Don't you want me to fight? Be useful somehow?"

You could see his jaw clench for a moment, as he then shouted back,

"I want you to be alive!"

You stared back at him a moment, taking in his words you didn't seem to understand.

You couldn't help the way your voice cracked, the way tears streamed down your face as you yelled back,

"Then let me go! There's no point to all of this! If you're just going to keep me here for nothing, then let me go!"

He tried to keep that stern expression, but you could see it.

The way he looked at you.

In utter disbelief.

Like his brain was still trying to comprehend the painful reality of the words that left your lips.

Like the words you said were the worst thing you ever could have said.

And he wasn't stupid. He knew they held some truth.

But he hated it.

Hated the way they held any at all.

Hated that your stupid emotionally charged shouts actually made his stomach sink.

He just stared at you a moment, not saying a single word.

And you stared back, your body trembling slightly.

He kept his tight grip on you as he turned his back to you, shouting out orders to the deck.

Telling his crew to get inside the sub.

The storm was causing the ship to violently rock, and the whistling of wind in your ear had only gotten louder.

You could feel the tears starting to freeze on your cheeks.

He then turned back to you,

"And where the hell would you go?"

Your voice was strained, the wind screaming in your ears,

"My crew! My crew, I would go back to them!"

His jaw clenched as he snapped back,

"They think you're dead! And it's better that way!"

You felt anger and hurt boil up inside you as you shouted back,

"Sora-"

He cut you off as his grip tightened further, his steel eyes burning into yours with a look of so much anger,

"Say his name one more time."

And then you snapped.

It was all coming down.

Falling apart.

Tears streamed down your face as you screamed,

"Stop acting like you saved me, when all you did was take me from the only people that felt like home!"

You sucked in a sharp breath as you screamed at the top of your lungs,

"Do you have any idea of what it's like to have everyone you've ever cared for taken from you? Do you know what it feels like?"

He stared at you for a moment.

In silence.

The only sound was the wind blowing in your ears.

He was frozen, still clutching your arm.

His eyes stayed on yours.

You could see it at that moment.

You could see it in his face.

That he knew.

He did know what that was like.

Shit.

He yanked you harshly closer to him, and picked you up, your face resting against his chest.

Still not uttering a word.

You didn't fight it.

You couldn't anyways.

You were bleeding out.

Your eyes fell shut, your wings slowly disintegrated from your exhausted body.

The pain was finally hitting you.

In every way possible.

You couldn't keep up the front of strength.

Everything went quiet around you, as your body went limp in his arms.

You had passed out.