I.D. Door

Nami didn't recognize this place. No matter how she placed it, there was no way that the area before her was a creation from her memory.

"What is this?" She called out. "Isn't this against the rules?"

The jeers of numerous prisoners replied in unison.

"Oooooh!"

"A woman!"

"A fine one at that!"

"It's been so long..."

"Hey sis, why don't you join us in here?"

" We'll show you a good time hihihi! "

Nami scowled. The dark dank walls, the depraved prisoners, and the ominous emblem hanging above the wall. It was easy to piece together that she was somehow in the walls of the infamous Impel Down.

Heavy footsteps warned her of someone's approach, and instinctively she hid behind the nearest wall and — oh no!

She had overlooked a cell, and too late did she realize, a hand clasped over her mouth from behind, muffling a scream. Others joined, pulling her back up against the bars as they started pawing about her body.

Hands pinched at her skin, at her breasts, reaching under her bra as they toyed with her nipples. A hand reached into her pants, and just as the hand over her mouth lifted, a voice whispered into her ear.

"You wouldn't want to make too much of a ruckus, would ya miss? After all, the guards might here ya if ya do..."