This is just a story I had to make where Sabo lives. The title was inspired by the poem by Langston Hughes. There will be polls to help decide the future of this story as well. So keep on the look out.

She didn't even know how it happened. One moment she was docking in the city of Sabaody Archipelago and the next a Navy Admiral was threatening them with death if they did not obey the World Nobles. She was doing her best to try to comply with their wishes but they terrified her. Her brother had died in a skirmish. She was now clinging to her bleeding father. If he wasn't treated soon, his stomach wound would kill him. She had already ripped the sleeves off her shirt to tie around the wound but the fabric was already stained. It wasn't applying enough pressure. She swallowed thickly. She couldn't lose him too. He was her only family member left in the world after her brother's death with the Slave Hunters and her mother passing after she was born.

"I want you on your hands and knees," a Noble – a woman if she wasn't mistaken – said, "And bark like a dog while you're at it."

She looked to her father. He nodded, encouraging her to do as she was told. She had no choice. Slowly, she closed her eyes, wondering how things in her life had gotten so bad. She was a good person. She and her family did not deserve this. And yet there she was, kneeling down on her hands and knees as the Nobles above her sniggered at her weakness and apparent willingness to obey, barking for her life. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she was demoted to a lesser being. She couldn't let them see her cry. It was a sign of weakness and of all places to show weakness, it could not be in front of the Nobles.

"More realistic!" the Noble ordered.

She continued barking. It was a strangled sort of noise that made it sound like a dog was being tortured instead. Fat and ugly tears ran down her face. Her heart throbbed. It felt like a knife to her chest with every bark that escaped her throat, every ounce of humanity and freedom being drained from her with each passing second without anything for her to be able to do. Her life was too important to defy the Nobles. Her brother had been an example of open defiance. A bullet straight to the forehead was his gift for such a thing. The pain was almost too much for her to bear. She hated the Nobles so desperately that she could taste it in her mouth, like a poison, spreading against her will and infecting her entire being without her permission. She wanted to be able to yell and scream at them and curse them to Hell a thousand times over for actually trying to make her and her father slaves, for tricking her family into coming there, for killing her brother and thousands of other things that made her blood boil.

"Daddy, I want the girl!" the woman whined, "My other maid blew herself up yesterday when she tried to escape."

"Great idea," another said.

"So it's settled. She's my new slave, su."

That was the end of the freedom of the woman named Skye. All she could do was continue to bark because she had not been told to stop.