Rebecca once a proud gladiator found herself a slave her spirit unbroken but her body bound Her defiance only fueled their desire as they prepared her for a fate worse than death Doflamingo's twisted games began with Rebecca stripped and vulnerable a pawn in his perverse kingdom She was forced into humiliating positions her body contorting for their pleasure Yet a flicker of hope remained a silent plea to be set free She remembered Luffy his strength a beacon in her darkest hour Even in her bondage her spirit yearned for someone like Aidan a protector a lover The days blurred into nights of degradation her body used for the amusement of others She endured each torment her resolve hardening with every touch The memories of her past glory faded replaced by the stark reality of her present Her struggles were captured in graphic detail her pleas ignored But even in chains her allure was undeniable her beauty a curse She was a prize a toy for the powerful to exploit A fleeting image of Viola crossed her mind a fellow victim perhaps a kindred spirit Her body twitched in involuntary submission a silent scream trapped within The harsh reality of her enslavement continued a cycle of pain and shame She was bound not just by chains but by the depravity of her captors Every glance every touch was a violation a constant reminder of her helplessness Her tale was one of suffering a dark chapter in the One Piece world This was the vanquished Rebecca a slave gladiator whose spirit fought against the chains of desire