Disclaimer: Do not own YGO yada-yada.
Don't like my "old" (that being a year or two ago, when I first uploaded this) style of writing so I re-uploaded this fic with what you might call my "improvement". xD
Still inspired on it by the song She is My Sin, so I didn't change the title, more liberty on naming chapters though.
Bloody, disturbing and bit totally-out-of-sense-and-hopefully-not-OOC? What'd you expect from a Marik x Mai?
I don't have a beta reader so don't complain about my stupidity!
Faint sobs, distant cries…how can she stand so much and not die? By all I've put her through she should be as good as nothing by now.
But she isn't… she's everything and more. So fragile, so delicate… there must be a pretty strong will for her to keep her chin up like that.
Those whom she relies on so much…
His thoughts raced through his head as he watched Mai stare faintly at the chains binding her to the ground. Her eyes lost in regret and sorrow, but the way she positioned her hands over the chains, she showed pride, still. About an hour had passed since he had trapped her. Sure, her mind remained in that sandy prison, but she was here, right in front of him. Bound and captured like a little pig, the little pig that she really is.
Marik approached her and picked up her bruised hands to caress them. They were still as soft as ever, a little bony, though. Her nails broken and purple… and obviously not due to nail polish.
The dirty face of the girl jumped up in fear, she quickly sat up. Marik chuckled at her common reaction tours seeing him.
"I don't expect for you to see me this way any longer…you should get used to me." He told her. The little blonde's veins filled with rage.
"You can't treat me like this! You're a sick lunatic! What do you plan to do wi-"
Marik silenced her with a touch of his finger on her lips. Mai's fear overpowered her anger once again.
"Talk to me dear, really. Where would you rather be than here? Or where do you think you would be; hadn't your knight jumped to your rescue?"
Mai glared, almost growled. She wouldn't remove her death glare from his eyes. One thing she had learned and kept close was that you don't ever show your fear. Noticeably enough, that had been her downfall. She built her pride that way, and continued climbing up the wrong mountain, alone and without a partner. That was just the way she wanted it, at a certain point anyway. Until that frustrating someone got in her way. It's in every fairy tale, right? First you hate it him, then you adore him, and lastly, you lose him.
"I'd be in-"
"Hell. Right next door." He grinned. His shark teeth made Mai's 'death glare' whimper on down to the dirty ground. Mai looked away, she'd seen that grin enough times to make her want to be sick. She was sick of it, in fact. Every time a little smirk like that found it's way through the corner of his mouth, she became enraged. To her, it said something, that smirk said 'Nya, nya! Look at where you are now! I win! You loose!" and Mai hated it. She hated to lose and she had lost. She had lost to Him. She should be everything! She should be perfect, flawless. Beautiful, sexy, picture perfect, strong and dominant, better than the bastard standing next to her, better than the one in the front. And most importantly, more than wanting to, but she needed to be the best. The most excellent, the greatest and the finest. Not only at dueling, but all else. That sinful desire, her lust for everything, she had it and she loved it. No regrets about it whatsoever. She loved to prove it and put right under the nose of whomever she felt like it. She sold herself, her perfect body, to prove she had it. She dueled, she practiced and she crushed them all.
One of the reasons why she loved being on top, somewhat literally, was because she could step on the looser. She could laugh at them and ridicule their inferiority from her. She did, of course, and enjoyed it to no end. That bad-ass-I'm-better-than-you feeling was one of her best qualities. With every victory, she felt she became bigger, more beautiful, and better than the world. She had no role models, she was her own admirer, heck, she'd made it clear in her mind that she'd sleep and make her self with pleasure if she could. Herself was the only one she yearned to touch, to feel and crave. He own body aroused her... Because herself was the only thing that mattered, her lover was her pride. And when she acquired what she wanted, she wanted more. It was like a bottomless pit inside her, it didn't fill up with whatever she threw in there. Mai wanted it all, money, sex, cars, diamonds, women and certainly a lot of men, everything there was to have. Everything there was that was meant not to be had.
It really had always been that way, little Mai obtained whatever she wanted, she'd been spoiled with that sickness to have it all since she was small. Even though she didn't realize it, she was frighteningly greedy at such a young age. Greed, her early sickness, was her toy, her teddy. The kid next door couldn't possibly have something she didn't, heavens no, that was a crime. Mummy had to buy her what the kid had, and Mummy always did. If she saw a pitiable little girl walking down the street with a cheap doll, she'd drop her priceless one from that Paris-collection and demand to have one like the little girl's. Jealousy was one of her weaknesses at that point. And even though her parents would mange to get her one, Mai always had it in her innocent little head that she would have rather had that little girl's doll and see her cry when she cuddled the dirty toy in her arms. But her deep feelings of her best friend, of envy, were kept hidden as she stared down from the high window of her room to the doll.
Mai would grin, the young soon-to-be monster knew her own power. She knew where the daughter of her rich and powerful parents stood. A snap of her delicate fingers brought servants with gold-coated platters kneeling before her tiny figure.
Yet, it didn't make her feel powerful, knowing that obvious fact wasn't enough for her back then. The maid would comb her incomparable gold-shinning hair curls and Mai would look on the mirror, bored, annoyed and expressionless. Then Mai would smile to herself, and herself, right on that mirror, would smile back. The young lady would command her servant like a dog, because she bloody loved it when the woman wanted to bark at her but could not.
And it might be hard to believe, but little Mai once felt love. Young love. A neat little boy would walk by everyday and drop a rolled up paper at her door. She would stare in wonder, lost in unknowing desire. Her father's library contained an uncountable number of books, and although the young girl couldn't read on more than three-lettered words, pictures said a thousand to her. The boy dropped the newspapers, perhaps he liked to read? She wanted to learn as well, but her home-teacher prohibited her, she said she was too young. Mai would be furious, that tummy-butterfly feeling for the boy faded as fast as it came, it was overwhelmed by anger. How could she be denied something? Anything? Especially knowledge. Oh, but that was the road bump that encouraged the sweet child to speed herself up, and pass that bump with ease. And she had, she learned things all by herself. Her home-teacher was of no use anymore, she told Mummy that the book lady touched her and made her feel weird. Now that's what she called 'with ease' and style, never saw the incompetent woman again. Now Mai would read and see things she shouldn't have. Never did the lucky parents know of it, they were, of course, much too busy making their little creation's life perfect. Perfectly disgusting.
Mai suddenly shook her head after Marik's last remark, mainly to brush off her thoughts of the past. He smiled and moved closer to her. The Monster crawlingly stirred his fingers through her palm in a pattern, leaving a burnt mark where he touched.
Mai whimpered but knew that pulling her hand away would be an unspeakable mistake. She cried loudly in pain at seeing smoke rising from her own live and burning flesh.
"N-no! Stop it! Stop!"
"Shh…don't wake the shadows, sweetheart. Don't you love it? That smell rising?" He said to her in a soothing yet creepy voice. He admired his work and her reaction. There comes the blood, pouring out of her palm. Mai was petrified, she wanted to look away but couldn't. Couldn't move at all. The pain, from the moment his somehow burning-finger touched her, had raced up to her head and banged her hard. The pain and the horror at seeing yourself like this, watching yourself die slowly. Dieing softly, the way she had always thought she would part as. However, not even her worst nightmares would bring up this psychotic monster to do this to her. No one's nightmares, she wouldn't wish this misery upon anyone.
Her hand felt like it was about to blow up. She looked at him, he was smiling. Enjoying it. Why of course he would, he sits as the devil's right hand and follows it through. If not, he is it himself. The pain began choking her. Suddenly, there was no air around her and her chest was being pounded on with heavy blows. Marik removed his hand from hers. Mai looked at the bloody hand in horror, breathless, terrified of the bloody, leaking pentagram on it.
"Th-this is… this is the…" She couldn't speak. She didn't how or what to say about what he'd just done to her. The mark, that mark. The mark. That damned mark. The wickedly cursed symbol. It still leaked of her graceful blood, which aroused Marik immensely.
Sweet Mai. It was simply never said enough to him. She was sweet and beautiful, with a pinch of dangerousness. He would always, always admire her to no rest. She could put Venus, the most beautiful, to her knees. Marik only wondered how she had not yet gotten pregnant, he honestly had no intention in changing that but it was a crossing idea. This man, the one who's evil rage surpassed that of the Grand Demon's, have a an offspring with this imprisoned, poor, used and ragged slut? No doubt that it was a crossing idea, it crossed, passed and went off the Nowhere-highway.
"We've made a pact, my dear."
Marik stood up and looked proudly down at her, what he now owned, his most adored possession. He'd just added a new monster to his farm, to his hell. Her smooth legs scratched, her dark mascara smeared all upon her eyes from constant tears. Bruised hands and arms, torn clothes, and her golden hair obscuring the shame in her now rightfully beautiful face.
Mai cut his pleasure short by looking up at him with her trembling hand in front of her. Biting her lips to shorten the urge to scream.
"This is- is this really what you enjoy? Suffering? My suffering?"
( As a matter of fact, it is. But, come on, let's not get so greedy, it isn't just yours. )
Marik violently grabbed her wrist and pulled her up by it, pressing hard with his nails against it. Mai shrieked in pain to this, her blood from the newly made wound he was now making on her wrist dripped on his arm.
He spoke directly to her face.
"You see, this is a game…you're playing a dangerous game with a devil…"
Mai cried and whimpered loudly. She tried to think of whatever she could say to make him let go and yet rushing and crying mind could think of nothing but pain and burning.
"I'm sorry!"
Her prideful eyes were long from sparkling with arrogance as they were minutes ago. She might truly be sorry, sorry for nothing. Sorry for being nothing and not enough.
( Enough for what? To please this bastard? )
"You lost the game Mai, you lost again." He said harshly, throwing her back against the wall and walking out of the cell... walking out to the real world. Mai figured that's what it was. Since she had been thrown into that prison-slash-cell, she had seen him walk out there and not see him past that. Maybe it did go to the real world, whatever real meant in here.
Mai crawled to a dark corner and covered her face with her bloody hand, crying.
"Why? Why me! I just wanted to be like the others!"
Lies. Repugnant lies that she wasn't believing even for her disgraced self. Be like the others? Since when? After she decided to be above all others and step on them like cockroaches?
If so, Marik would think, she had a long, long way to go to associate herself with cockroaches.
Mai choked in tears.
"… to fit in... to be right!"
She continued to weep, pressing hard against her marked hand to let out her anger and cause herself pain. No response as to why she had just done that. Her anger perhaps, her ridiculous and useless anger. Perhaps she wanted to win, to win and see who could cause more pain to her, him or herself. Insanely ridiculous.
She lay down on a bundle of chains and closed her wet eyes.
I have so much fear for him
I can't forget him, he haunts me… Why?
She can't forget him, she sees and hears Him at all times.
lost/devil/shadows/pact/desire/fear
Why are these words in my head?
"My Dear?"
The name of perfection. . .
Crying in the darkness. . .
I never said I was good with endings! Anyhow, this was supposed to go on and not stay a one-shot, but that all depends. Kinda found it creepy enough, she wants it continued but I just don't know.