It wasn’t your choice to be part of Breed’s pirate crew. He gave you a choice—but it was no real choice at all. Come willingly, or become his slave by force. With the cursed Peto Peto no Mi fruit, Breed had the power to control any living creature with a single bright green collar clamped around their neck.

You became his assistant. Too terrified to rebel, and too frightened to ask anyone for help. You didn’t want him to have complete control over you, so you complied with his every command, clinging to the thin illusion of freedom.

Almost a year had passed.

Now, you sat in the massive observation chamber of the ship—a vast circular room dominated by a colossal glass globe filled with water, like a suspended ocean trapped in the heart of the vessel. You watched the gentle swirl of currents lazily turning inside it, the quiet before the inevitable storm.

That’s when Breed strutted in, dragging two prisoners in tow. Both had the Peto Peto no Mi’s cursed collars fastened tightly around their necks. You recognized them instantly. One was Monkey D. Luffy, infamous captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. The other—Trafalgar D. Water Law, the stoic Warlord of the Sea.

Your heart sank. What the hell are they doing here? How could someone like Breed have captured them?

Breed shot you a smug, self-satisfied grin, his sharp eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. With a casual flick of his fingers, he commanded the two pirates to sit. They obeyed without hesitation, their expressions tight with frustration. Then, he crooked his finger at you, summoning you forward like a master calling a pet.

You didn’t hesitate. You couldn’t.

As you approached, Breed extended a gloved hand in front of Luffy and Law, his voice turning mockingly formal.

“Shake, my pets.”

The command dripped with arrogance. Luffy and Law reluctantly extended their hands to each other, their movements stiff, robotic—unnaturally stripped of will. You knew how his fruit worked, but seeing it on them… it was wrong. It was sickening.

Breed’s smirk widened.

“As my most trustworthy assistant, I’ll let you pick one to accompany you until I finalize my brilliant plan of attack. Choose wisely. I’ll reclaim him when I’m ready.”

You didn’t hesitate. You chose Law. He looked like he’d cause less trouble—or at least, complain less loudly.

With a condescending pat on the head, Breed issued Law his temporary command to obey you. Silently, Law followed you through the winding metal corridors of the ship until you reached your quarters. The moment you shut the door behind you, he slumped onto the floor, legs crossed and arms folded, wearing a scowl that could cut through steel.

“All of his crew is being forced to serve him with these damned collars,” Law muttered bitterly, flicking at the green band around his neck with a grimace. His sharp eyes tracked you as you crossed the room, his gaze narrowing when he noticed your bare neck.

“How come you’re free to roam?” he asked, voice low and biting. “Are you really that loyal to that bastard?”

He arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing you as you sank wearily into the chair at your desk, the weight of his question hanging heavy in the air.