Fallon's Story: A Forgotten One Piece Tale

January 22, 1504: around 1AM

TW: Mentions of sexual abuse

The braying of the donkeys down below the loft I was on, masked out the sound of the two men chattering outside of the old barn. Stupid donkeys I thought at first, but immediately shunned the notion out of my mind as I realized they didn't know better. Plus, their long, floppy ears made their faces sort of cute. I wish I had some food on me to pay them back in a way for accommodating me in their musky habitat.

The past few days had been filled with nothing but running away from that pirate ship I was on and the marines. In spite of it all, Crouch was the one that helped me escape. He had a very rare mythical zoan devil fruit: type faerie. This helped him become very small but still kept his strength. He stole my dress during the night to warn me in a way and gave it back when the marines appeared. Soon after, he betrayed his crew, picked me up in his fairy form, and carried me to a nearby escape boat, but before he too could get to the safety of the boat, he was shot and immediately dropped in the water. I would have gone after him but my consumption of a devil fruit years prior made it impossible for me to swim. 

I had no idea what type of intentions Crouch had for helping me escape. All I knew was that I owed him my life. Even through my tears, I acquired the four paddles on the boat and used my other arms to help me row the boat and escape from the marines that continued to hunt me. Soon, after using all the strength I had in me, I reached an island and out of the reach of the marines. Or so I thought.

I was lucky enough to find a job that would take in a young girl like me. Although making bread and packaging it was the least thing I wanted to do, at least I was able to earn a little bit of money. Today however, after I left work, I encountered myself with a couple of marines who just so happened to be looking for me. I scrambled out of there and now I found myself on the hay loft of a barn filled with adorable donkeys.

Suddenly, one of the men started to speak. I couldn't see them with my eyes and so I listened carefully, calming down my breathing. Almost at the same time, the donkeys quieted down, like they heard my silent prayer. "So, Seisyll, how long do you reckon we search for her before we report back to the captain that we couldn't find her?" A rough voice asked.

"Well, Osheen," Seisyll started, his scratchy voice made me want to cringe. "You just have to prepare to die then if you think going back to the captain without her is an option!" Both men busted out into a smoker's laugh as one slapped the other on the back.

"You think they'll really kill her?" asked Osheen.

Seisyll stopped laughing and soon found himself chuckling instead. "Maybe," he added. "But did you ever think about how she's only fourteen? If she's escaped for this long, you only got to wonder if she also still has a little something."

I put my hand over my mouth, some stray hay filtered the air and it already made it hard for me to breathe. This wasn't the first time I found myself in this type of situation. If I didn't have morals, I would have sold myself a long time ago in exchange for money and a little freedom. However, I knew that wasn't the life I wanted to live and even though where I am at now isn't much better, at least I could have the freedom to move around without the sudden fear of any sexual diseases or worse, pregnancy.

Moving around ever so slightly, I fumbled upon an opening in the wood of the barn and glared at the two figures standing below me. 

A broad man in a marine uniform with long brown hair spoke first. "You're right, I gotta hand it to ya Seis! But just imagine, you, me, her all tied up, hearing her scream as we rail right inside of her. Ah shit! A virgin!" Both of these monsters chortled upon thinking of the best way to defile me. Some hair fell into the view of my eyes and so I quickly brushed off the extra strands.