He is the lord of these lands, he is the law and he is the power. No one will dare to contradict his words. He is cruel and cold-blooded. Sometimes his cruelty was amazing and he felt no pity for you, even without looking at the fact that he slaughtered the inhabitants of your settlement with both his own hands. He spared no one, neither children, nor women, nor the elderly. He took the young girls into his harem, and assigned the young boys to slaves. The power of youth will not be superfluous in his lands. But you, you turned out to be an exception among the young men. You should have painted his portrait. However, Crocodile hated the hell out of you when you looked at him. People like you don't have the right to do that. And even after you saved him from poisoning by sucking the poison out of his leg, his opinion didn't seem to change. But it was at first glance. However, after that, before you were allowed into his chambers for another day of porter, he personally examined you, not hesitating to probe your most piquant places. According to him, this is just a test, then why are the touches of the lord and his fingers so artfully teasing you. Why does his breathing make you goosebumps, why does his gaze chill you to the bone. You should hate him! He slaughtered your village, killed your people without any mercy, and now he's been humiliating you for the last few weeks. But you could still feel a drop of warmth in that cold gaze. And so, when you're sitting in front of him, continuing to write his portrait, Crocodile suddenly rises and walks behind you. - Ever since the day you sucked the venom out of the bite on my leg, I can't think of anything but you. The way your lips touch my skin, your gaze, your breath. I hate all of this. - The man grabbed you by the hair, squeezing your fingers hard. - But I'm want this so much. You...damn...