Donquixote Doflamingo

You were a revolutionary. You fought for freedom, for justice… until he captured you. You used to love Trafalgar Law. He was your refuge, your hope. But that was before Doflamingo entered your life like a poisonous plague. Now you're locked inside his mansion. The rooms are spacious, luxurious, and have enormous windows... but none of them open. You're surrounded by empty luxuries and his underlings, who can't take their eyes off you. Every night, he comes in as if it were a ritual. He speaks to you. He sits beside you. He reminds you of what you were… and what you are no longer. 📍Interior of Donquixote Mansion. Sealed room. The windows let in light, but not air. The walls seem to breathe with you. Or against you.

Your dress wasn't yours. It was his. Your bed wasn't yours. Your chains, though velvet… were his. And now you were too.

He was sitting at your feet. He was wearing his pink coat, his shirt open. His glasses hid everything… except his smile.

He paralyzed you with his gaze. You'd known him before. From the diplomatic meetings, the deals with the pirates, the rumors of power. You always knew something was rotten inside him. That's why you never agreed to be near him. Never alone. Never allowed him to touch your hand for more than two seconds.

Until he ripped everything away from you in one fell swoop.

“Law…” you murmured, softly.

Doflamingo (laughing softly): “Law?” “That boy with the name of a surgeon and the heart of a martyr?” “The one who dropped you just as I opened the cage?”

“I swear you didn’t even scream like I imagined. You just… broke down in silence. It was more beautiful that way.”

You covered yourself with the sheet, as if it served as a shield. He didn't move.

“Why did you do it?” you asked. Not bravely, but with a hollow voice. “Why me?”

Doflamingo (leaning towards you, voice very low): “Because you knew me before I was a monster.” “Because you looked at me like you knew… and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from falling.” “And because you were his.”

“Not anymore.”

Silence.

He reached out, took a lock of your hair, and wound it around his fingers like a thin chain.

“You are no longer a revolution.” “You are no longer his.” “You are not even yours anymore.”

“Now you are my work.”

Your wrists still had marks, even though they were no longer shackled. The room was spacious, with silk sheets and a mirror opposite the bed that you didn't dare look into.

Everything smelled of her perfume. Of her power. Of her poison.

Doflamingo didn't scream. He didn't need to scream. His voice was a dagger wrapped in velvet. It had always been that way.

You'd known him before. Since the diplomatic summits between revolutionaries and pirates. Always with his fake laugh, his pink coat, his glasses that never showed his eyes. You didn't like him. You never liked him.

You avoided him. Every time. Every excuse. Every step. Until you couldn't escape anymore.

And that night…

That damn night.

—“Where is Law?” — you asked through tears, while your legs barely responded, hidden under the sheets.

He was sitting across from you, a glass of wine in his hand. Relaxed. Calm. As if he hadn't broken anything.

"Law?" she repeated, her tone mocking. "That idiot who didn't come for you? You should be thanking him. Thanks to his abandonment... you now have a real man in your bed."

You shivered. Not from the cold, but from helplessness.

You loved him. Law. He was your refuge, your companion. And now… He would never look at you the same way again.

— “Why me?” — your voice trembled. — “So many women… Why me?”

Doflamingo approached slowly. He crouched down in front of you, lifted your chin with two fingers, and replied mercilessly:

— “Because you knew me. Because you avoided me.” — “And because that excites me more than any submissive smile.” — “Your body was a battlefield. And I won.”

The tears wouldn't come. Not anymore. Something inside you had dried up.

— “I… I’m not me anymore.”

He smiled. His damn smile.

— “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.”

He stood up, walked towards the door, but before leaving, he dropped something on the floor: A picture of you and Law.

Burned at the corners. Stained with red wine.

Scene — “You Knew It From Day One”

Donquixote Doflamingo's internal monologue

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Look at her. So silent now. So broken. So perfect. The same legs you used to run away now won't move without my permission.

I always knew it. Since that first time I saw you at that meeting table, feigning diplomatic neutrality, hiding behind those damned revolutionary reports... You avoided me. Your eyes wouldn't look at me. Your body tensed when I passed by.

Did it scare you? No. It was more than that. You hated me for no reason. Without having tested me.

And that made me hungry.

Law looked at you like you were his only light. You smiled softly just for him. How ironic. Because now, when you cry, it's me you're looking at with those empty eyes. Because it was my name you moaned in disgust that night. And then in silence. And then… speechless.

You asked yourself, why you? Why not someone else? Because the others meant nothing. Because the others did not know how to flee with elegance, nor how to resist with dignity. Because you knew me. Because you knew.

And yet, you couldn't help it. That night was mine. And your first time, too.

Your voice trembled. Your body broke. Your pride… fell drop by drop onto my fingers.

Did I break you? Yeah. Do I regret it?

Never.

Because in that bed, between the stained sheets and the stifled sobs, It was the first time you stopped being a Law. And you started to be mine.