Rating: M

Genre: Angst, horror

Warning: Abuse, gore

Malice

By JadenXJesse lover

Besides the long, busy road was a dull, tall building; four floors up was a very dark apartment. It seemed to be dark all the time, even in broad daylight. The curtains were always closed and it always looked empty and derelict. The only signs of life were the loud, painful screams at night, every night. This is where Ryou lives.

"Please... No more..." Ryou pleaded on his knees, tears building up in his eyes but not yet developed.

Nimble fingers began to wind his long, white mane. Whilst a cold hand shot out at his pale neck and held tightly. "Don't you see? I'm doing this for you... my little prince." A small smile appeared on Bakura's lips.

He shoved Ryou into the dented wall and placed his cruel hands down Ryou's shuddering back. Behind him a knife lay in Bakura's free-hand, stained with crimsons stripes.

He brought the cold steel to Ryou's fragile, thin back and made one smooth glide across. The white skin tore and a river of red flowed across the line. Ryou shivered and weakly tried to move away.

"Don't move, my sweet prince..." Bakura placed his hand lightly onto Ryou's neck, ready and waiting.

Another canal of scarlet formed across Ryou's back, much longer than previously, reaching from shoulder to waist.

Ryou gave another painful cry of angst... or was it of enjoyment?

Ryou reached behind him, searching for a warm bump somewhere in Bakura's pants. He found it and feebly began to rub it, trying to make Bakura stop by pleasuring him.

"Oh yeah... You're so good at this; I think you deserve a reward..." Bakura gently held Ryou's hand and brought the steel blade towards it. Ryou's palm sliced open and was softly licked. More groans and cries were whimpered out.

With one hand, Bakura drove Ryou's head into the wall and with the other tightly strangled his hikari. "Cry for me, hikari..." He whispered quietly into Ryou's ears. "B-Bakura..." Ryou choked out faintly with tears flowing down his cheek. "Good boy" the Cheshire smile sent cold surges down Ryou's spine.

Once again another long slice protruded from Ryou's back, cutting through a healed wound. Ryou slammed his hands onto the wall, trying to numb out the pain, and created a bloody hand-print.

The stings kept coming, one shortly after another, slowly drawing the energy and life out of crying Ryou. Bakura an almost reassuring kiss on Ryou's cold, pale cheeks and another on one of the cuts. The feel of Bakura's cold, moist tongue added to the torturous sting.

"P-please... no more... I'll do anything... just stop..." Ryou whispered quietly as he became weaker and more nauseous. Bakura's eyes filled with anger and fury; he held the cold blade against Ryou's innocent face.

"I'm doing this for you! I'm your only friend! I'm the only person loving and caring for you!" Bakura hissed, slightly sorrowfully. "I'm not holding you here, you can go if you want to! But don't lie to yourself... You know you love this... You know you can't live without me... You can go or you can stay..."

Ryou turned and saw Bakura covered in splatters of red forming a liquid, red butterfly. "I w-want..."

"Want what?"

"Please, I w-want m-more..."