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Oh dear, another cruel illustration from my fanfiction "For Nakama"
I know I'm pretty mean to Luffy, but don't worry, he'll bounce back (lol)
Please read it [link]
or (as I've said) go skim through it for stuff you like.
This is actually an illustration of a more recent turn of events that have taken place in the underground prison.

Here's a few sections of the fic that this drawing is illustrating:

"The commanders were the first to strike out against the dark-haired captain, some wielding swords, some with their bare hands. Luffy jumped back, hoping to draw them farther from where Robin was fighting. They all followed after him, growing more confident with each step the pirate made in retreat.

"What's the matter kid? We scaring you?"

Luffy frowned but didn't respond as he took another step backward.

One of the shorter men brought out three small blades from his jacket and threw them from the crowd aiming for the pirate's head. Luffy, who had been too busy dodging other attacks only had room to raise a forearm and block. The projectiles lodged themselves into the boy's muscular flesh but he didn't react, simply yanking them from his arm and throwing them to the side as he brought the same fist forward in attack.

"GATTLIINGGG!" he shouted as he went to take them all out as quickly as he could. However, the attack was much slower and weaker that he had expected and to his horror, one of the commanders managed to catch his wrist and yank him forward. Using the force of the recoil to add to the punch, the commander brought a fist forward and slammed it into his captive's stomach, causing Luffy to let out a gasp of pain, then choke up as more of the surrounding gas filled his lungs. Blood spilled out of his mouth as he struggled to breath and pain waves shot through him once more.

"W-what the heck's happening t'me?" he choked out before he was slammed to the floor. Once again he was lying in his own blood, this time looking up at the cruel face of the commanders as one sat on his chest, pinning him down, and the others grabbed his arms.

"You getting used to this Strawhat?" the commander said, grabbing the pirate by the neck and forcing him to look at him.

Luffy allowed his glazed eyes to fall upon his tormentor, but he continued to pant and gasp heavily as his lungs screamed for mercy.

"What do you think we should do with you boy? Hmmmm… maybe finish what we started?" The man looked over at one of the other commanders who was holding a shining blade in his hand and smiling.

Luffy's eyes widened as he recognized the man as the one who had gone to amputate his arm in their last confrontation and his panting grew heavier as he felt panic flutter through his stomach and he began to struggle with his captors.

"Ah, seems like you like the idea. Well then, let's get started… maybe we can see how many limbs we can remove before you stop screaming."

Luffy began to buck against their hold as he felt his left arm being stretched away from him and he began to shout.

"Hey! Hold still!" the commander on his chest growled, slamming his head into the ground, then placing his hands on the struggling boy's shoulders. The other men standing around started to kick at whatever parts of Luffy's stomach were open and he felt blood flood his throat again. Struggling to cough it out as he was on his back, he began to choke and turned his head to the side to let it flow out of his mouth, covering his chin.

He opened his eyes and saw his outstretched arm laid out like a sacrificial offering before the cruel men hovering over him and for some reason he thought back to Shanks and his sacrifice to save his life. Perhaps this was his sacrifice for his crew to get out safely…

The blade was lowered to his arm and his breathing picked up with anticipation."

Here's some more illustrations for the story:

Description
Oh dear, another cruel illustration from my fanfiction "For Nakama"
I know I'm pretty mean to Luffy, but don't worry, he'll bounce back (lol)
Please read it [link]
or (as I've said) go skim through it for stuff you like.
This is actually an illustration of a more recent turn of events that have taken place in the underground prison.

Here's a few sections of the fic that this drawing is illustrating:

"The commanders were the first to strike out against the dark-haired captain, some wielding swords, some with their bare hands. Luffy jumped back, hoping to draw them farther from where Robin was fighting. They all followed after him, growing more confident with each step the pirate made in retreat.

"What's the matter kid? We scaring you?"

Luffy frowned but didn't respond as he took another step backward.

One of the shorter men brought out three small blades from his jacket and threw them from the crowd aiming for the pirate's head. Luffy, who had been too busy dodging other attacks only had room to raise a forearm and block. The projectiles lodged themselves into the boy's muscular flesh but he didn't react, simply yanking them from his arm and throwing them to the side as he brought the same fist forward in attack.

"GATTLIINGGG!" he shouted as he went to take them all out as quickly as he could. However, the attack was much slower and weaker that he had expected and to his horror, one of the commanders managed to catch his wrist and yank him forward. Using the force of the recoil to add to the punch, the commander brought a fist forward and slammed it into his captive's stomach, causing Luffy to let out a gasp of pain, then choke up as more of the surrounding gas filled his lungs. Blood spilled out of his mouth as he struggled to breath and pain waves shot through him once more.

"W-what the heck's happening t'me?" he choked out before he was slammed to the floor. Once again he was lying in his own blood, this time looking up at the cruel face of the commanders as one sat on his chest, pinning him down, and the others grabbed his arms.

"You getting used to this Strawhat?" the commander said, grabbing the pirate by the neck and forcing him to look at him.

Luffy allowed his glazed eyes to fall upon his tormentor, but he continued to pant and gasp heavily as his lungs screamed for mercy.

"What do you think we should do with you boy? Hmmmm… maybe finish what we started?" The man looked over at one of the other commanders who was holding a shining blade in his hand and smiling.

Luffy's eyes widened as he recognized the man as the one who had gone to amputate his arm in their last confrontation and his panting grew heavier as he felt panic flutter through his stomach and he began to struggle with his captors.

"Ah, seems like you like the idea. Well then, let's get started… maybe we can see how many limbs we can remove before you stop screaming."

Luffy began to buck against their hold as he felt his left arm being stretched away from him and he began to shout.

"Hey! Hold still!" the commander on his chest growled, slamming his head into the ground, then placing his hands on the struggling boy's shoulders. The other men standing around started to kick at whatever parts of Luffy's stomach were open and he felt blood flood his throat again. Struggling to cough it out as he was on his back, he began to choke and turned his head to the side to let it flow out of his mouth, covering his chin.

He opened his eyes and saw his outstretched arm laid out like a sacrificial offering before the cruel men hovering over him and for some reason he thought back to Shanks and his sacrifice to save his life. Perhaps this was his sacrifice for his crew to get out safely…

The blade was lowered to his arm and his breathing picked up with anticipation."

Here's some more illustrations for the story: