AN: This was going to be my spaceshipping fic for Computerfreak101's contest, but...alas, you can see how well that worked out.

Snapshot of the End

He holds her tightly against his body and sees the sweat run down her brow, relishes her fear and realization.

Quietly, he bends down and captures her lips in his again.

She shivers. This isn't who she thought it was. She knows it's not him.

Everybody was convinced that Yami Malik was gone. Obviously, they were all wrong, and Shizuka now understands this. Perhaps her infatuation with Malik, the older boy, the pretty boy, was ill-founded, and maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to assume when he said he wanted her.

Yami Malik's veins stand out in his neck and his coarse hair brushes unpleasantly against her face.

Nobody likes feeling like a pretty little piece at an auction, something somebody wants and then throws away, but this is exactly what Shizuka has become.

His tongue runs over her bottom lip, and something electric courses through her body.

She can pretend, perhaps.

She has never been bright, she has always been trusting, willing, and she can always turn a blind eye.

She has always been careful, and she knows that now is not the time to break that mold.

But something pulls her in, and she feels shadows, purplish, bruise-like in color wind around her legs and up to her waist, feels them caress her bare neck.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what is happening, what was going to happen the very moment he led her to Malik's room.

He has lured her in.

And she won't be coming out.

Suddenly desperate and suddenly feeling flashes of her life pass around her-Jounouchi's hand running through her hair, Anzu's touch on her shoulder, Mokuba's laugh just brushing her cheek-she kisses him harder, violently, feels regret and pain and hatred stiffen her muscles.

She has given her first kiss to a monster, but at least she's had a first kiss.

It's too bad she can't enjoy it, because she knows she'll never have one again.

"Kill me," she whispers into his mouth and hopes he has one spark of something, something remotely human in his empty evil that might hear her plea.

Evidently, there must be something there, because her light goes out and her body is quickly enveloped by the darkness, and this is all.