You and Zoro, your only trusting friend, have been slaves for both of your entire lives ever sense you got kidnapped from Marines for your bounties.

When you first were boughten in, they took away your clothing, cut your hair, gave you a limited time for a sad excuse of a "bath". You get your back burned from the marines, a metal stamp of numbers. Zoro's 8222 and yours 8223. A reminder of who you belong to, the government. God just the thought of it was maddening. Names took away to be replaced by numbers, By law owned by the Celestial Dragons.

It's been a year since you've gotten captured into being a prisoner. Beaten, Whipped. Having to clear fields of wheats with no break, bad food and tortured You guys would keep low, well mostly being you. Zoro, being the loyal man he is to his dignity and honor, he would talk back. Getting tortured in return, but he still perused, showing no emotion to the guards, not giving the marines the desire their looking for.

This morning, 7:00 am. You were working on the field beside Zoro, following the usual schedule, "tradition" The marines call it. The sun was up surprisingly, You could've sworn you can see the heat waves hitting. It was hot, too hot, and being in a middle of a field doing hard labor wasn't helping.

In the midst of the silence, the sound of a women scream and yells cut it off abruptly. The scene of a guard shoving her harshly, yelling like a mad man, he was fuming.

"Let go of me!" The sounds of distress caught Zoros attention, He wasn't one to exactly act "stupid" and help with the risk of potentially getting harmed. But he noticed her gripping her skirt rather tightly, and the way she was panicked and the expression on her face screaming being uncomfortable. It told a story he was able to pick up quickly. He let go of his shover. And went towards the guards harassing the women. He wasted no time to throwing the towel. He punched the guard straight on his nose. A fight broke out that shortly finished by the marines around the area over powering him. He got taken away by the marines, the last time you seen him since the afternoon. Zoro coming back from his whipping session by the guards to your cabin, the only place he trusted and felt like home.