A drabble in the mind of the Other Yuugi during season 0.
Very simple.
Written today at work.
Enjoy.
He loved this part, perhaps more than he should; his pathetic victim on the ground, cringing in dread. His crimson eyes examined the man—he was utterly traumatized. Another successful game won. It did not take much to unglue a selfish mortal. The whole process of it was quite monotonous. However, the upcoming part of this game was always his favorite. It was the part in which he could play one of the gods and punish his victim mercilessly.
"It is your own selfishness that has lead you down this path,
and now you must play a penalty game."
Contempt.