I lay in this bed, knowing I am insane. Why, do you ask?

Well, it's really quite simple.

My hands are tied to the headboard, and I can feel the leather thongs on my wrists dig in as I move my hips for more contact. Yes, I know, the world, my dearest friends... suffer by the hand I buck into. I feel my salty cum drip onto the open wounds in my stomach. I scream from a mixture of pleasure from my release and pain from how it so ironically burns me, shames me. The ultimate pleasure...

I don't deserve dear friends. I deserve to suffer, to be beaten down and crawl in the dirt, maybe that's why I always surrender when you do this.

Your lips find mine as you kiss me brutally, these lips give the orders to slaughter thousands and as you tongue forces it's way into my mouth, not caring about my consent but only your pleasure, I can taste the venom dripping from it, the sickening taste of dried blood, ash and antifreeze you always seem to carry, poisoning me, corrupting me, infatuating me.

Did I mention I was insane?

Your nails rake down my chest deepening the wounds from earlier, just to make me scream. I always do, but your tongue muffles me. The sound only increases your hard -driven, sadistic lust for me anyway. You smirk wickedly as your venomous lips release my mouth and slide down to the vulnerable flesh of my neck and collar bone, tasting my caramel flesh while you complement my beauty. I am not beautiful.

I am ugly, inside and out, I stare down at my brown, Egyptian color with utter disdain, as you leave a necklace of hickeys around my neck with your sucking. I gasp every time your lips touch me, not exactly out of pleasure but rather the drastic temperature change. Your lips and body are always so cold, so inhuman; however, I-I am very human. My body is heated from what you've already done to me, sweat makes my body glisten- I am so disgusting... The only thing beautiful about me are the marks left by you, the symbols of my suffering, of my bondage... of your ownership. Marks that I deserve. Your ice cold kisses continue down my chest, fallowed by licks down my abdomen. I star at you through glass, amethyst orbs and I know what you are going to do to me. This is all routine, kisses down my body, hands groping me, I am used to it, I enjoy it. I am so disgusting... I was a pharaoh once, a god on earth, strong and confident, but now I am nothing more than a slave, and you are my pharaoh, my ruler and master, owner of all that you see. You've seen every part of me.

I stare at you, my vicious master, dominatrix and monster, into your eyes. They were pale blue like a lake frozen to the core, everything in it dead.. Your dead lips encircle me, my pharaoh and as you suck me to life with your venomous lips the third time tonight I can't help but wonder when everything went so wrong, perhaps if I had treated you fairly in your previous life you would treat me more favorably in this one... You stop the moment I reach the edge and I whimper, needy, as the warm air hits me again. It's you I whimper for, I need you, all of you, how sick is that? I need you, your love and company, your sadism and comfort, every part of your warped mind. But I want you with me even though you are evil, cruel, you raped me- your raping me now, you've murdered, imprisoned my loved ones... Jounuchi, Anzu, Honda, Ryo, Yuugi...Yuugi... and drove me insane. I hate you for what you've done, but I love you for who you are, cold, callous, casual and superior to me. You made me realize what I really am, a slave, who's destiny was simple, to belong to and serve the true pharaoh. I could have never won against you, I should have never tried. What's so wrong with being a slave? You have nothing to worry about, everything is done for you, including thinking. What I wouldn't give to not be able to think anymore...