The Last Thoughts Of A Mad Man
AN: I own nothing. This fic is my 1st yaoi let alone Yu-Gi-Oh! I'm not normally THIS twisted at fics.. mine are normally based on humour but this one is dark so plz RnR and play nice eh? Lol thanks ^-^
The Last Thoughts Of A Mad Man
It's funny how roles get swapped isn't it? You were in control for the most part, but I grew stronger and took over. I was more in control then you I could feel you trying to fight back. Oh how I loved the feel of power. Now I have my own body and life and I'm STILL in control of yours.
I sneer as you whimper in the corner, all I did was hit you! Your weak so very weak it was no wonder I was able to take over so easily, ring or no ring. Oh my little light side, sweet spineless Ryou poor good soul. Don't worry now, Yami Bakura's here and I'm never going to leave you at least not until I have my fun..
Tears flood from your innocent eyes. I look at you. My mirror image, the tears run freely staining your soft cheeks but they wont stop me from what I'm going to do to you. A cruel smile plays on my lips as I hear your panicked voice plead with me. You yelp in pain as I bound your wrists together with rope. I drag you kicking and screaming to the bed and bound you to the headboard.
I smile as I see the horror in your eyes and hear the fear in your voice. I've been cruel to you for so long and you are far to weak to stop me from using you, raping you and hurting you. I do what I want with you when I want over and over again. You cry in pain as I smack you hard across the face.
That's NOTHING compared to the cuts and gashes on your back from nights of forced violent fucking. Pleading again gentle one? By now you should know I'm sadistic and I regret nothing right? I pull out a gun from my pocket I laugh as your eyes widen and your voice dies out. I run it's barrel over your soft skin, my finger ever faithful to the trigger.
I run my other hand up your chest and feel your damaged skin all results of my actions. You sob harder as the rope burns into your own signature of red and pink lines. Very pissed off I was when I saw how you treated your beautiful body. It's not yours it's mine I OWN you.
I straddle you and run the gun tip down your chest, many nights have I felt you shudder and tighten under me. Stop I hear you choke out. Stop? I'll stop soon enough sweet one. I sit beside you on the bed and raise the gun as my smirk widens. Soon little one, soon your pain will end and you will be free. For deep down a part of me really does feel love for you. You cry out but to no effect I pull the trigger and hear you scream before it all goes black for me...
~END~
AN: I own nothing. This fic is my 1st yaoi let alone Yu-Gi-Oh! I'm not normally THIS twisted at fics.. mine are normally based on humour but this one is dark so plz RnR and play nice eh? Lol thanks ^-^
The Last Thoughts Of A Mad Man
It's funny how roles get swapped isn't it? You were in control for the most part, but I grew stronger and took over. I was more in control then you I could feel you trying to fight back. Oh how I loved the feel of power. Now I have my own body and life and I'm STILL in control of yours.
I sneer as you whimper in the corner, all I did was hit you! Your weak so very weak it was no wonder I was able to take over so easily, ring or no ring. Oh my little light side, sweet spineless Ryou poor good soul. Don't worry now, Yami Bakura's here and I'm never going to leave you at least not until I have my fun..
Tears flood from your innocent eyes. I look at you. My mirror image, the tears run freely staining your soft cheeks but they wont stop me from what I'm going to do to you. A cruel smile plays on my lips as I hear your panicked voice plead with me. You yelp in pain as I bound your wrists together with rope. I drag you kicking and screaming to the bed and bound you to the headboard.
I smile as I see the horror in your eyes and hear the fear in your voice. I've been cruel to you for so long and you are far to weak to stop me from using you, raping you and hurting you. I do what I want with you when I want over and over again. You cry in pain as I smack you hard across the face.
That's NOTHING compared to the cuts and gashes on your back from nights of forced violent fucking. Pleading again gentle one? By now you should know I'm sadistic and I regret nothing right? I pull out a gun from my pocket I laugh as your eyes widen and your voice dies out. I run it's barrel over your soft skin, my finger ever faithful to the trigger.
I run my other hand up your chest and feel your damaged skin all results of my actions. You sob harder as the rope burns into your own signature of red and pink lines. Very pissed off I was when I saw how you treated your beautiful body. It's not yours it's mine I OWN you.
I straddle you and run the gun tip down your chest, many nights have I felt you shudder and tighten under me. Stop I hear you choke out. Stop? I'll stop soon enough sweet one. I sit beside you on the bed and raise the gun as my smirk widens. Soon little one, soon your pain will end and you will be free. For deep down a part of me really does feel love for you. You cry out but to no effect I pull the trigger and hear you scream before it all goes black for me...
~END~