You could feel the strings constricting like snakes around your body as you were forced to walk back to him. That Monster…

You had no freedom. A bird with clipped wings in a pretty gold cage. Your anxiety welled up more and more as you were forcibly made to approach the doors where your captor sits. The strings around your limbs making you little more than a marionette dancing to his tune.

As the doors swung open you were greeted with the sinister grin of the Young Master. The ruler of Dressrossa, Donquixote Doflamingo. Your body was forcibly moved to kneel in front of him

“Trying to run away again, little bird?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “You’ll hurt my feelings if you keep trying to run.” But the grin on his face showed he was anything but sad.