Once the little man who was supposedly the doctor of the crew left, you immediately climbed down from the bed and crawled around the room, ignoring the radiating pain from your torso and right shoulder (collarbone broken? Who knew, who cared). Frantically, you opened all the drawers and checked all the shelves in order to find something you could use as a weapon.
Anything will do.
But you were probably not the only one who had been held captive for a while in that cabin, because there was nothing useful in the room, not even a sharp pen.
You sifted through the wooden cabin twice, and a third time just to confirm to yourself you had nothing. Then the pain claimed its grasp on you, making you curl up in a corner.
You couldn't return to the bed. His smell was everywhere, plus you dreaded the memories that bed was going to hold for you.
«Shit.» you hissed between your teeth.
The cabinet had a connected bathroom (which you had searched as well), and the sight of the shower was the first not-sucking thing of the day. Nevertheless, it took you almost fifteen minutes to move from your curled position to the bathroom.
You turned the tap on and watched the flowing water for a while, before entering the shower. It was hard, since you didn't want to mess up your new bandages, considering that you didn't know if someone would have ever bother to change them or fix you one more time.
You finally managed to wash away the sweat and dried blood from your skin, which looked pale and marked, and even dared to wash your hair using some of the soaps there.
The hell with that, Kid was probably going to torture and murder you anyway, so it wasn't important if he got mad for some stolen soap.
Even if the feeling of the warm water on your body was somehow comforting, you cut it quick. Not being able to tell if someone was entering the room or moving closer was simply too much to bear right now. So you slipped out, immediately covering yourself with the vest you woke up in.
Still to weak to use your Observation haki, you leaned against the door for the rest of the day, glare fixed in the void, ears focused on every little sound coming from the outside. Steps approaching and passing by, some distant laughter, barked orders. No one ever entered Kid's cabin.
When Kid came back, it was the middle of the night and you were crouched between the end of the bed and the wall, in a pitiful half-asleep state. He hardly seemed to notice you, though, sitting at his desk and bending down to examine some maps.
You stiffened, instead, suddenly completely awake.
«Birdie.» he said, after minutes of silence, during which the pumping sound of your heartbeat flooded your ears. You kept yourself from jumping by clamping your fists on your vest.
«I'm bored.» he grumbled «You better entertain me with your words, if you don't want to do it with your body.»
«Wow.» you stated while shaking your head, pushing out your lips a little «Is that your best line? Women must be falling at your feet all the time.»
You saw his grin growing wider, although he never shifted his gaze from the map.
Apparently, he wasn't going to focus on you, at least not at the moment. It really seemed like he just wanted some background noise during his work.
«So... now I'm a valuable hostage, apparently, uh?»
«I wouldn't say valuable.» he replied casually.
«Yeah,» you leaned your head against the wall, watching the ceiling «story of my life.»
«I kinda saw it when all your comrades left you behind.»
«Ouch. That hurts.» you said, your mouth twitching to the side.
At that point, he moved his reptilian eyes to you and you froze, pressing your back against the wall.
«You don't wanna talk about hurting or pain.» he hissed, pupils hungrily traveling on your huddled body. You were not breathing.
Pain turns him on.
This sick bastard.
You swallowed when he went back to his maps, like nothing happened.
Well, it was nice of him to warn you, you found yourself oddly thinking.
A plan, I need a plan. I must think of way to escape this fucking ship.
«The men you slaughtered down there were humans. Not admirals or officials, just soldiers...» trained soldiers, you reminded yourself «they see a chance to get back to their family, they take it.»
«You didn't.»
It didn't look like he was actually paying attention, but this was somehow relieving. His work and your words were keeping him distracted and that was all you could ask for at that moment. You wondered if you could keep him distracted the whole night.
«I have no family.»
«Aw, poor birdie.»
«I am indeed.»
He smiled again, amused.
«You said you are a sniper. Why didn't you snipe at us?»
You did, actually. But you fought on the opposite side of the ship. It was a good thing Kid didn't know how many of his men you had taken down.
«I would have loved to, but your friend Killer eradicated the main mast too soon for my liking.»
«You dumb marines really make me sick.» he smirked «All your rules, your fine law, and then you run like the bugs you are, leaving everything behind. So fucking admirable.»
«Better than slaughtering civilians for no reason.»
There was this thing about you. Sometimes words weren't built in your head; they seemed to grow directly in your mouth and pour from your lips, while your mind was reasoning "better not say this". You agreed with your mind every time, and every time you said all those words out loud.
He slowly turned to you, still smirking, but his eyes were burning ice.
This time you stared back, breathing steady.
«Are you saying you're better than me, birdie?»
You didn't know how, but you didn't feel fear anymore. You never did when it came to your pride.
«I am.»
He got up, and you did too, just because you didn't want to be on the ground when he reached you. Still, when he did, you were barely facing his chest.
His enormous chest.
Fear was starting to mount again, but you didn't quiver.
He leaned in, lowering his creepy smiling lips until they brushed your earlobe.
«You wanna play bold?»
His metallic hand sprang to your jaw, clamping it tightly and lifting you from the ground. You let out a muffled squeak, hands reaching for his metal, trying to free yourself from the painful grip.
«Let's play bold.»
He threw you on the bed. You bounced a little, the sensation of relief immediately wiped out by his heavy body climbing over you, his iron grip pinning your hands above your head, metallic fingers digging into your skin.
«Tell me again,» he hissed, purple lips between your ear and your soft neck «are you better than me, birdie?»
You bit your lower lip and forced your eyes wide open, adrenalin pumping in your veins one last time that day (that life?).
You lifted your head as much as you could, facing him with a growl, closer, lips now inches from his, hot breaths mixing with each other.
«I'm a fucking Navy officer.» you whispered «You can make me scream, cry, despair. But I will always be better than you, Eustass Kid.»
And that was it.
Your head fell back on the mattress, bouncing lightly. The sight of his now blazing eyes blurred, as thousands of little lights exploded on the corners of your mind.
He watched you becoming paler and paler all of a sudden, and your eyelids lowered.
You passed out.