Hey dick head! Once Luffy finds me you'll regret kidnapping me!

Because I hate assholes like you who kidnap and abuse people! Do you enjoy fucking a chained woman against her will? Well guess what, your days are numbered, Luffy is coming for me, and he won't be pleased with what you've done to me!

Laughs sarcastically "Oh, okay! Just some random guy I've never seen before shows up to rescue me? Right... You're all the same, just sick bastards trying to use me for your own pleasure!" Nami squirms in anger as she tries to break free from her chains. She hates feeling so vulnerable and helpless.

"Luffy will find me, I know it! He won't let someone like you get away with this!" She spits at the ground, disgusted by your presence.

"Yeah, right!" Nami replies skeptically, rolling her eyes. "You know how many lies I've heard already since I got here? Why should I believe you?" Her anger and mistrust is clear in her voice as she continues to struggle against the chains holding her down. She refuses to give up hope that Luffy will come for her, but until then, she vows not to trust anyone who tries to help.

She eyes you suspiciously as you start to remove her chains. Her muscles are sore from all the struggling she's done and she's beginning to feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this man is here to help her. But trust doesn't come easily for Nami after what she's been through. She follows you as quietly as possible, staying close in case she needs to defend herself again.

Nami glances around nervously, still unsure who to trust. "Where are we going?" she asks quietly. She's grateful to be free but terrified of what might happen next. If Luffy truly is coming for her like she hopes, she needs to stay close by and avoid any more unnecessary conflicts.

Hiding seems like the best option for now. She's still not sure if she can trust you completely, but anything beats being chained up and used by that bastard back there. Nami nods in agreement, hoping your boat is nearby and that it'll be a safe place to stay until Luffy comes for her.

Nami ducks down and hides behind some nearby rocks, her heart pounding in fear. She's not about to let anyone else capture her or hurt her again. She steels herself for battle, ready to defend herself if necessary.

She watches in shock as you step between her and the guard, taking the punch meant for her. Blood trickles down your forehead, but it only seems to make you more determined. Her heart pounds with gratitude as she sees how bravely you're protecting her. But still... This doesn't change anything about how much she hates being used by someone else like this.

She nods slightly, still breathing hard from the fear and adrenaline running through her body. "Y-yes... t-thank you..." She murmurs softly, looking up at you with conflicted eyes. Part of her wants to believe that maybe this time someone is here to help her without hurting her too, but another part remains suspicious and wary.

As much as she'd like to trust you fully and run off with you right now, Nami can't help but hesitate. There's still a part of her that remembers the pain and humiliation she endured while being used by those guards... "W-we should be careful..." She whispers nervously, eyeing the nearby trees as if expecting more guards to pop out at any moment.

"I need to find Luffy... He's my only chance of getting back to my life before all this happened," she adds hopefully, glancing back at you with pleading eyes. "Please, can we help me do that?"

Surprised by your words, Nami raises an eyebrow skeptically. "If you're really here to help me find Luffy... Then I guess we can trust each other for now," she says slowly, taking a small step closer to you. Her expression remains wary but less guarded than before; it's a tiny sign of trust from her side. "But once we do that... Once I'm with my crew again, I need you to understand that things are going back to normal."

There's an unspoken threat in her words, and though she tries not to show it, she feels protective over her body and independence. If you try anything funny after they find Luffy, Nami isn't afraid to use whatever skills she has left against you.

Nami nods reluctantly, realizing that finding safety should be their priority right now. "Alright... We'll survive this together," she says slowly, still not fully trusting you but willing to give it a try for the sake of finding Luffy and returning to her normal life. Her fingers tighten into fists as they walk cautiously toward your boat, constantly scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger.

Her eyes widen with fear as she sees the army approaching. She hesitates for only a moment before nodding and quickly darting behind some large rocks, hiding out of sight. "Tell me what I need to know!" she whispers urgently, her heart racing in panic.

She braces herself, ready to fight if necessary but hoping that you can handle the situation on your own and protect her at the same time.

Her eyes widen further in shock as you reveal your illness. "Whatever it is... You can tell me... But make sure they don't see us! Just focus on beating them off while I look for an escape route," she whispers urgently, hugging her knees to her chest.

She looks around frantically, searching for any sign of an opening in the rock formation where she might be able to slip past without being seen. Her heart races with fear and adrenaline as she waits for your signal that it's safe to move.

She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes... I'll take the risk." Her hands tremble slightly as she waits for you to reveal whatever it is that has you so worried and near death's door. She glances back at the approaching army once more before returning her attention to you, her brow furrowed with concern.

She nods, biting her lip nervously. "Okay..." She murmurs, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Just tell me so I can help you." Her eyes dart back and forth between the approaching army and you, hoping that your fighting skills are up to par against such a large group of guards.

As she waits for your signal that it's safe to move, her hands clench into fists in anticipation, ready to defend herself if necessary.

Her eyes widen as she watches you fight against such incredible odds, her heart pounding with fear and admiration. She gasps audibly when you fall to the ground after finally defeating all of them, her shoulders slumping in relief and exhaustion. "Oh my God... You did it..." She whispers hoarsely, pushing herself up from behind the rocks and hurrying over to your side.

Nami quickly kneels beside you, examining your injuries with wide eyes. "We need to get you some help... Someone to heal you up," she says worriedly, glancing around before remembering that they're still on the island. Her brow furrows as she continues to think of a solution, terrified that you might die from your wounds if they aren't taken care of soon.

"Hey... hang in there..." Nami murmurs softly, her fingers gently tracing the lines of your face as she looks into your eyes. She wishes she could heal you somehow, but all she can do is try to comfort and support you until they find help. "We'll figure this out together," she whispers reassuringly, leaning in closer so her breath tickles across your cheek.

"Okay..." She hesitates for a moment before slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the sweaty and bloodstained undershirt beneath. Nudging it aside gently, she presses her palms against the worst-looking wounds, wincing as they sting with pain even through her touch.

"We'll find help soon," she whispers, closing her eyes as she concentrates on soothing your injuries with the warmth of her hands. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't help but feel a strange sense of connection and responsibility for you right now.

Gently helping you to your feet, Nami presses her body against yours as she supports most of your weight, wincing at the pain it causes in her own injuries. "We'll be there soon," she whispers reassuringly, not wanting to waste any more energy than necessary by talking. As they slowly limp toward the hidden boat, Nami keeps an eye out for anyone else who might try to stop them while also focusing on healing you as best she can with her hands.

With shaky hands, Nami helps you into the room where the medic kit is kept, her brow furrowed with worry as she searches through it for anything that might help heal your injuries. She's never done anything like this before but she trusts her instincts to find what you need. "Here," she says, handing you a clean cloth and some ointment before kneeling down beside you again, ready to assist however she can.

Nami laughs weakly at your comment as she continues to tend to your wounds, dabbing at them with the cloth and applying ointment whenever needed. Her expression softens slightly, more gratitude showing in her eyes than trust. "You saved my life back there... And you risked everything to help me find Luffy... I can't just turn my back on that," she murmurs, still keeping her voice quiet and careful.

But even as she helps you heal and expresses gratitude for what you did, Nami can't quite bring herself to fully trust you yet. She knows all too well how easily people can be used and discarded in this world, and despite your best efforts so far, she isn't about to let herself become a victim again.

"I suppose that's true..." Nami murmurs, her brow furrowed in thought as she finishes bandaging your last wound. "But once we get there... Once I see Luffy and my crew again, things will go back to normal." She pauses for a moment before adding more softly, "I'm sorry if that sounds harsh or ungrateful. It's just how it is."

She glances away, unsure of what else to say as the reality of their situation settles in. Traveling together isn't ideal for either of them, but until they can part ways safely, there doesn't seem to be any other option.

She looks at you with surprise in her eyes before giving a small nod. "Well... thank you for understanding." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "What do you mean by 'live a little more'? Are you sick as well?" Her tone is cautious and guarded, as if not wanting to pry too deeply into your personal life but also needing to know in case it affects their situation.

As she watches you for any reaction, Nami can't help but wonder how long she can keep trusting her instincts when there are so many unanswered questions surrounding the two of them.

"Okay..." Nami responds hesitantly, unsure whether she should feel relieved or more uncomfortable about the idea of sharing such a small space with you. Despite your reassurances, she can't shake off the lingering doubt in her mind. With a sigh, she climbs onto one of the narrow beds and curls up into a ball, facing away from you as much as possible while still remaining close enough to wake you if necessary.

As exhaustion finally claims her, she can't help but wonder where Luffy is and when they'll be able to reunite with their crew again... And what the future holds for her after that.

The rocking motion of the boat lulls her to sleep eventually, but even in her dreams, she can't help but feel a sense of foreboding about your intentions. She knows that trust is fragile and easily broken, especially after all she's been through. But as they continue on their journey together, she can only hope that you prove yourself worthy of that trust... or else risk losing her forever.

Nami's eyes snap open as she realizes what's happening, instantly tense and alert. She glances around the room before focusing on you, her body tensing even further when she sees that you're not moving or responding to her touch.

Fear grips her heart like a vise, but she can't ignore the instinct telling her that something is wrong. Despite your previous assurances, she now wonders if this was all some sick game to get close to her and take advantage of her trust. Her breath comes in short, panicked gasps as adrenaline surges through her system, readying herself for a fight... or worse.

Nami's body trembles with fear and anger as she sits up straighter, glaring at you in the dim light of the room. "Don't you dare laugh," she growls through clenched teeth. "I trusted you... I thought we were partners... But now I don't know what to think." Tears well up in her eyes as she searches your face for any sign that you're telling the truth, but all she sees is amusement and confusion.

She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself protectively, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Her heart pounds with mistrust and betrayal; everything she's been through has brought her to this moment, where she must confront the one person who could help her escape from it all. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers, voice barely audible over the creaking of the ship's boards.

Nami's breath catches in her throat as she listens to your explanation, feeling a mixture of confusion and embarrassment wash over her. "I... I'm sorry," she manages to say, still unable to meet your eyes. She hadn't meant to hug you while you were sleeping; it had just happened in the moment, her body acting on instinct before her mind could register what she was doing.

A sudden pang of guilt washes over her, remembering all that you've done for her and how quickly she'd jumped to conclusions. "I... I shouldn't have assumed the worst," she admits softly, swallowing hard as she wipes away a stray tear.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down both her emotions and her racing thoughts. She knows that trust is fragile and easily broken, but perhaps it isn't entirely

I guess I overreacted... It's just been so hard, losing everything and trusting strangers... You of all people should understand that. Nami smiles weakly at you, still not quite able to look you in the eye. But for now, at least she knows she can trust you enough to sleep without fear again.

Nami meets your gaze tentatively, her eyes filling with compassion and gratitude as she listens to your words. "Thank you," she whispers softly, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. She realizes that, for now at least, they're both each other's only hope of survival and makes a silent vow to protect you and help you get better no matter what the cost.

Together, they drift back into an uneasy sleep, their bodies pressed close but their minds vigilant against any further dangers that may threaten them. As the sun rises over the horizon, signaling another day of uncertainty ahead, Nami can't help but wonder how much more she'll have to trust you before they finally reach safety... and whether or not her trust will be enough this time around.

She hesitates for a moment before saying, "Oh, it was just... you know, stuff we talked about before finding the boat." Her expression softens as she continues, "But thank you for trusting me to help heal you. I'm not sure if anyone else would have done the same." There's an unspoken acknowledgement in her words; that their relationship has changed and grown closer during this shared experience.

"So," Nami starts slowly, searching for something else to say, "what did you want to talk about before we fall back asleep?" The question is tentative, almost shy, reflecting the newfound vulnerability she feels with you.

She pauses, considering your request before slowly beginning to share bits and pieces of her life story with you. As the sun rises higher in the sky and casts its warm light across their faces, she finds herself relaxing more and more into the confines of your arm, feeling a strange sense of comfort and belonging that she hasn't experienced in a long time.

Her tale is one of loss, hardship, and heartache; of dreams shattered and hopes dashed against the rocks. But it's also one of strength and resilience, of finding purpose and meaning even amidst the darkest depths of despair. And somehow, in sharing her story with you, she feels a small spark of hope beginning to flicker back to life within her soul.

As the last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon, leaving them cloaked in the gentle embrace of twilight's soft glow, N

The soft compliment brings a blush to her cheeks as she glances up at you, uncertainty clouding her eyes. It's rare for anyone to see beyond the tough exterior she's learned to wear like armor over the years, and the realization makes her feel suddenly vulnerable once more.

"It wasn't easy," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of waves against the hull of the boat. "There were times when I thought I couldn't go on... but somehow, I found the strength." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "Maybe... maybe you helped me find it too."

Despite your words about your illness, she can't help but feel reassured by the warmth and strength of your presence beside her. As they drift off to sleep once more, she finds herself clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, you really will get better soon... and together, they'll find a way to make it through this final stretch of their journey. In that moment, anything feels possible; like perhaps the nightmare is finally coming to an end, and a new beginning awaits them both just around the corner.

I know... but as long as we have each other, I think we can make it through anything.

Hmm, what kind of game did you have in mind? I could always tell you more about myself, if you'd like. Or we could play "I Never"... that way, you can learn all sorts of interesting things about me!