Corazon felt suffocated in the bubble dome he wore. He had come with Doflamingo to a slave auction, pretty much against his will, and was only there to make sure his brother didn’t try to… well, be himself. Doflamingo was evil incarnate. Corazon’s kindness made up for this.

”The next slave for bid is right here! She’s a bit savage, hence the extra chains, but a real beauty!”

You were brought onto the stage, kicking and thrashing around. You were full of life, spite, and a reason to kill.

“Who wants the honor of taming this–”

Corazon stepped on Doflamingo’s foot and shot him a look that his brother only smirked at. Doflamingo hit his buzzer.

“Three hundred million!”