I admit, even for me, this is beyond eerie.
Disclaimer: None for me, and none for you. smirks.
In Ryou Bakura's Point Of View.
Oh pretty thing…
. . .. . They called out to him
Oh precious little thing…. . . . . beckoning voices
Our doll, our toy…. .. . . .sneering voices
You're ours… you're mine…. . . . .He tried to ignore them, he really did… try.
… to play with.
. . . . But nothing could last for long.
Oh kitten…. . . . .He flinched and shivered
Oh silly little kitten..
. . . . .Calling…
Where are you?
. . . . .. Searching- prying eyes
Oh, it's a game now, is it?. . . . .He curled into a ball
Here kitty, kitty, kitty…. . ... . And rocked gently.
Where are you?
. . . . . .With tightly closed eyes.
Every person you hide behind…. . . . . And bowed head.
We'll break. . . . . Tears dripping slowly
Oh so slowly. . . . . Hands pressed to ears
And you will watch. . . . . .To block out the voices
We'll make sure of it. . . . . .His body trembled
Every agonizing moment. . . . . .Countless fears
Till you regret that encounter. . . . . . .Crying softly
With them. . . . . .. To himself
Oh so lonely, the voices cooed. . . . . .. He hugged himself
That's what you're meant to be. . . . . . .And shook beneath creeping hands
… my kitten.