This is not a pleasant fan-fiction. There is abuse and implied rape.
No flames allowed. You have been warned.
WARNING
At first I tried to resist him. . But he was so strong, and I was so weak. He hit me then. I couldn't stop him from having his way and he hit me less if I didn't fight. So I didn't.
"Worthless worm." Ryou sat hunched in a corner as Bakura paced the length of the tiny room they were locked in. It was tiny, maybe 10 feet by 10 feet, and they had been trapped there for what seemed like forever, the food and water they had been given the only sustenance they had. "You're such a pain. Why do I bother to feed you?" Bakura stopped right in front of him and knelt, a sadistic smile hovering on his face.
"It would be so much easier if I didn't have to deal with you." Bakura drew a finger across Ryou's cheek, causing him to flinch and turn away. The smirk on Bakura's face became a full-blown smile and a bitter giggle escaped from him. The giggle scared Ryou more than the gentle gesture. Bakura never giggled. Never.
"Am I scaring you?" Bakura asked, stroking Ryou's hair. It was an odd gesture and the touch made Ryou flinch and the hand on his head slid down to cup Ryou's face. "Don't worry, love." A yank on his hair pulled a whimper from Ryou as fire spread through his scalp. "Nothing's changed."
The days blurred together in a painful haze. Bakura swung from gentle to violent at the drop of a hat, and Ryou was always his victim. Some days Bakura was kind, feeding him tidbits from their supplies while murmuring endearments in his ear and other times he lashed out, cuffing Ryou and leaving black bruises on his face. He had yet to decide whether he preferred to be kissed or kicked.
One Morning—was it morning? The light in the room never changed—Ryou woke to find Bakura fast asleep in the corner of the tiny cell. He looked peaceful in his sleep, calm, gentle even. Ryou crawled silently to his side, watching his tormentor sleep and dreaming up painful ways to get even.
I wish I could kill him, Ryou thought bitterly. Then I'd be alone and he couldn't hurt me anymore. Then I wouldn't have to be so scared. As Ryou sat watching him, Bakura opened his eyes, blinking twice before coming fully awake.
"Aww, how sweet of you to wait for me," he leered, reaching out to brush Ryou's face with the back of his hand. Ryou had never been more afraid in his life. He was petrified, cemented to the spot, and Bakura took his response as a validation of his thoughts. "I never knew you cared so much," he said, a lusty grin on his face. Bakura, whose hands had never left Ryou's face, pulled the surprised boy's face to his and forced his tongue into Ryou's mouth.
Ryou, who knew better than to struggle, let Bakura push him against the wall. He was more forceful than before, more hungry, and Ryou was scared. He closed his eyes, trying to block out Bakura's all-too-clear intent, but he couldn't stop his skin from feeling Bakura's hands on his stomach, or the cool air on his back as his shirt was peeled off. His mouth left burning trails on his skin, trails of shame at the way his own body responded, arching into the kisses and nips Bakura left on his skin.
"You know you like this," Bakura purred, running his clammy hands across Ryou's chest, toying with his nipples. "Your body admits what your mind will not." Lust saturated Bakura's voice, filling Ryou with unexpected rage and hate. He almost lashed out as Bakura began fiddling with the zipper on his pants, but he clenched his teeth and balled his fists, not wanting to cause himself any more pain. Before he could get his courage up, he lay naked before his tormentor, and he shivered, as much from fear and disgust as from the cold air on his skin.
Get this over with, he thought as Bakura positioned himself over his prone body. Just get this over with.
Ryou's mind swam out the void of pain and repulsion to find the room was empty. He was completely naked, his clothes piled in a heap in the corner. He was confused at first, but as the full realization of what happened hit him, he was violently sick. His whole body shook and he sobbed uncontrollably. The thought of the complete violation that had just occurred repulsed him, but the thought of his silent acceptance repulsed him more. He had done nothing, and it ate at him.
I can't even fight him, he thought, burning tears smeared over his face. I'm so pathetic I can't even fight him. I did absolutely nothing. I just let him have his way He uncurled himself slowly, his body screaming in protest. He forced himself to stand, body burning, and dragged himself to his clothes, numbly sliding them over his sticky body. He ached, and he could feel the bruises coming up on his arms and shoulders. The scratches on his chest stung and he shivered in the cold.
Ryou took another look around, reassuring himself that Bakura was indeed gone, before he tested the door. Much to his joy and relief, the door swung open with no resistance. What he saw was as frightening as what he had left. The sky was a roiling mass of ice-gray clouds and the ground was dry and broken, without a living thing on it. Ryou hesitated, unsure if he should venture out into that bleak, blasted landscape.
"It can't be any worse that this," he said quietly. "It can't be." With that, he stepped out into the darkness.
A/N: You've just seen me get as dark as I'm gonna go. This was a tonic for a bad dream and one of my friends said I should post it. This was really hard to write because it touched a very personal chord with me because a similar thing happened to me. As always, read and review.