Day 50

Mason stood in front of the female orange-haired Straw Hat, smiling at his handiwork. Her body was covered in bruises, marks, lashes, and other signs of damage from the fifty days they had been under the man’s boot. She was kneeling in front of him, her head and boobs on the carpet and her ass up in the air, almost like she was inviting him to use her body. As much as he was tempted to just take her and fuck and beat her right now, he had a much more delicious idea.

”Listen, cunt. I know your small woman brain has trouble figuring out simple things like time, It’s been fifty days since you whores have been here.”

Nami said nothing as Mason continued.

”You will face a severe punishment today, even worse then what you have been through so far.”

He could see her body shake from fear, making Mason grin.

”Unless…”

Nami raised her head up slightly at his statement, wondering where this was going.

“… you can think of punishment for your friend.”

Her eyes widened at the suggestion.

”If you can think of something we can do to Robin, you’ll have a day off.”

He was trying to pit the two girls against each other. Nami wondered if he had told Robin this yet, or worse, if she agreed to his request.

”And before you ask”, Mason said while smirking, “she already came up with an idea for you.”

Nami could feel some wetness come from her eyes. She thought Robin was her friend, her crew mate, her sister-in-arms, and now she was throwing her under the bus for her own comfort. She started to sniffle from the information he was giving her.

“If you come up with a better idea then her, then you can have the day off instead. So… any ideas for her?”

Nami angrily glared at the man, thinking about what she was going to do to that traitor whore.