"Wasn't it something like… ?"
Bullet, currently undergoing hard labor reform, paused mid-movement. His face, already red from exertion, flushed even deeper at the mention. He couldn't help but recall that battle from a few days ago.
...
A few days earlier.
Despite being pumped full of tranquilizers and bound with seastone chains, Bullet hadn't lost consciousness. He hadn't stopped resisting.
Even with four or five Germa soldiers pinning him down, dragging him to the lab table, he fought with every ounce of strength he had.
A newly "invited" researcher stood to the side, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Just like the boss said... This guy has already surpassed the limits of human vitality on a fundamental level."
"No kidding. A normal person would be completely paralyzed just from eating a Devil Fruit or touching seastone. But Subject T001? He's wrapped head to toe in the stuff."
Hearing that demeaning number, Bullet's struggling intensified.
"They even injected him with enough tranquilizer to knock out an ancient elephant."
"Less talk, more blood draw. Hurry it up!"
As a prisoner specially requested by Doflamingo, Bullet only had to "contribute to science" from time to time. The rest of the time, he was free to roam his designated area.
Once they were done with him, they dumped him back into his zone like trash.
It wasn't until the moon climbed high into the sky that Bullet finally opened his eyes.
His body felt weak. Drained.
But under the pale moonlight, he pushed himself up and started training again.
Dammit... as long as he was alive, one day—one day—he was going to shove Doflamingo's smug face straight into a pair of panties!!!
...
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud…
Footsteps drew near.
Bullet hadn't even turned around when that maddening, infuriating voice reached his ears. The one that drove him halfway to insanity every time he heard it.
"Fufufufufufu. Bullet, still working so hard? Under such a clear and beautiful moon, and yet you don't even pause to enjoy the view."
"DOFLAMINGO!!!"
Bullet whipped around, teeth clenched, rage boiling in his veins.
His blue irises, along with the whites of his eyes, were completely overtaken by red.
Whatever shreds of reason he had left were incinerated by fury.
Even with his sluggish, exhausted body, he lunged forward—step by step—toward that hated pink silhouette.
He got close enough to see the mocking smirk on Doflamingo's face.
With all the strength he could muster, Bullet swung a heavy, trembling fist at him.
But the next second—
Threads exploded from the ground beneath him.
They didn't just bind him tight—they even forced a perfectly sized gag into his mouth.
Bullet was seething with frustration!
His hand had been so close—so close—to wiping that smug, punchable grin off Doflamingo's face!
"Fufufufufufu~"
Doflamingo leaned in close to Bullet's face, grin stretching wider and wider. His mouth curved into a sharp V-shape, all teeth on display.
He spoke in a voice disturbingly gentle.
"Bullet, you seem pretty worked up, huh?"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph-mmph-mmph-mmph-mmph!!" *(Doflamingo, you *****!)
Feigning confusion, Doflamingo cupped a hand to his ear and leaned closer.
"Hm? What was that?"
Bullet's head pounded, his ears buzzing. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins.
How could someone this twisted, this insufferable, this much of an asshole even exist in the same world?!
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!!" *(I said you *******!)
"Fufufufufufu~ You said… you're having fun?"
"MMPH! MMPH!!!" *(Fun my ass, you *******!!!)
Doflamingo could hardly contain his delight. He was practically ready to break into a little dance, so overflowing was his sadistic joy.
Only after he'd gotten his full dose of amusement did he step away—just far enough to be out of reach of Bullet's flailing head.
Then, without warning, the gag disintegrated.
Bullet's roar echoed across the compound, loud enough to jolt half the place from their dreams.
"DOFLAMINGO!!! KILL ME ALREADY!!! JUST FUCKING KILL ME!!!"
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