Nymph: HELLO!! Time for another chappy! R&R!! Please!
Malik: Nymph does not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Yami: Good thing she doesn't we'd all be dead or worse.
Nymph: *hailing at her Malik shrine*
Yami: -_-U
Nymph: *looks around* ^^;
Yami Bakura: I am Bat Man!
Nymph: hey that was not in the script...
Malik: Where's my 20 bucks? Ya know my time is precious and I hate wasting my
precious time.
Nymph: Yeah, Yeah, it' right here * hands him monopoly money*
Malik: ^_^ Thankies! *hugs Nymph*
Nymph: Sucker.:)
*Yami Malik steps out*
Yami Malik: Why am I here again??
Nymph: *cough* Because you.
Yami Malik: Oh yeah.
Malik: Humph. Why is he here? *points to Yami Malik*
Yami Malik: *snicker* you're mascaras smeared..
Malik: *gasp pulls out a bag full of make up get out a mirror the size of his head
and leans in really close to look at himself and starts flipping his hair and
reapplies his eye shadow, brushes his hair about 40 times than straightens it and
sprays it with hair spry* *gives sexy grin* Like perfect! Yami Malik: O_O god it was only a joke...
Malik: *sticks out tongue* Well I like to look good for my public* *points to Nymph
and Yami*
B: Dear god...
Nymph: So that's why he looks so good... GAH! On the story!
'I haven't sought out a sanctuary yet. Certainly not this place where I currently
am. I am truly alone, by myself. Neither friends nor kin surround me in this place.
I'm talking to myself again. Its funny how he thinks, he'll always be my master but
on a lighter note a lover? He likes to get under my skin; push buttons that he
knows will awaken hurt in me. I don't pity myself I live the best I can. But I am
beautiful alone. Or so he says, I have no other opinion.'
The boy hunched himself in the corner. Away from the darkness closer to the
window as he could get where the light shone in. He whimpered as the strong
arms embraced him and dragged him back in the blackness.
"Ryou."
The voice coaxed as he let his fingers trace over the young boys lips.
"Ye-yes?"
Ryou managed to stammer as the figure's intoxicating touch tainted his skin.
The figure held a confused look on his face.
"Do you fear me?" The boy eyes pleaded innocence as he nodded. The bigger teenager smirked and leaned down and bit his ear lobe.
"Good."
His voice husky and low as he laid kisses on the boy's neck. Ryou let an
unwanted moan escape his lips. He whimpered in protest as hands grazed over
his figure and rested on his torso.
"Bakura-san.."
Ryou whispered as tears welled in his chocolate eyes. Bakura stopped and
looked over Ryou's petite body. He leaned down again and pulled Ryou's shirt
over his head roughly. He leaned down and sucked on one of the nipples. He let
his tongue swirl around on it and roughly bit it, causing Ryou to let out a short
scream.
Ryou's POV
He brought himself to my lower thighs and rubbed them with brut force. Through
the cloth I could still feel the sinful sensation wash over me. He tugged on my
pants and they easy slid off my skinny figure leaving me bare. His eyes loamed
over me lustfully. I tried to close my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else but
it failed to work. He let his hand roam over my length barley touching it, teasing
me. I again let out those pleasured moans with the contact provided. He took me
into his mouth and his tongue swirled over it again and again. My head spun and
more moans leaked out of my head. After he did that he moved up again and
kissed me roughly letting me taste myself. Then he pulled away as he did he bite
my bottom lip. I winced and fell back on the floor. He started to take off his cloths.
Unbearable slow. I blushed as I saw his much more mature gentiles. He smirked
and pounced on me. He straddled my hips and rubbed against me. I hate and
liked the tingling feeling I felt. I was like floating. My head swayed with the
passion heating my body. He kissed my neck. Then he stopped and teasingly got
off me. I looked helpless as he got off.
"Want more?"
His voice was deep and sinister. I stopped and I nodded. I never asked for more.
Never before this. He smiled sweetly and brought me too his lap. He softly kissed
my neck and then tuned me over. I waited anxiety building up in me. He got on
top of me and opened my hips up. I trembled under his frosty touch. Then
unexpected kindness disappeared as he slammed into me. The pain made me
flinch and I screamed, really loud. It surpassed the screams I gave when he
tortured me. He picked up the pace and I hurt more. I like out another ear
piercing scream. My nails grazed the stone floor until it made a screeching noise.
Ringing burst through my ears and my head felt like it would explode. I fought to
keep my conciseness.
"Stop! Please! No more! No more!"
I cried and screamed at the same time. He smiled and shook his head his fangs
showing. His face looked demented in the darkness and his red eyes gleamed
like rubies. Blood gushed from my thighs onto him and me. He enjoyed this sick
idea of pleasure. And I can hear him crying.
"Devils got you now."
He sounds like he's dying.
"Can't stop the crimson. It's out of my hands now."
His nails graze my back and create tiny roads of fresh bleeding scratches that
burned and hurt. I arched my back I was reaching my peak. I felt his release
inside of me. It was a warm feeling almost welcoming but after looking his face I
changed my mind as tear gushed from my eyes. His face seemed to soften for a
second he pulled out of me and ran his hand through his deranged hair.
"Oh Ryou, koi?"
I shuddered and backed away from him.
"Oh Ryou are we enemies now?"
More tears flooded from my eyes and I shook with fear.
"You're insane!"
I choked out, awaiting my punishment for talking back to master. It came I was
not prepared. He kicked me in the ribs and I fell over, but not to my wishes I was
not dead almost but not.
"God does not see it fit more fallen angels to return to heaven."
He grinned sadistically and drew me to his chest. There was a slight popping
noise, as his fangs sank into my veins. I was paralyzed, while the blood drained
from my body. But he never took all my blood just enough to leave me hanging
between life and death. He deposed of me on the ground, my blood still dripped
from his lips. He kissed my roughly hard enough to bruise. His lips choke me. My
own blood on my lips. It tastes sour and nasty. Bakura said it's like a small piece
of heaven. Then he brings out his favorite toy. His knife. It glints and sparkles
with a lust for blood. He cut himself and makes my suck his blood. I choke as he
makes me sallow it. His blood on my lips masques his emptiness. It was free of
heart, love and compassion. He smiles as he watches me squirm on the floor
trying to hack up his blood. He walks away to leave me here. I crawl into a small
ball. I sit here, begging sweet Jesus:
"Set me free!
"Let me fly!
Or.
"Just kill me."
"Let me die."
There all options life has given me. My blood flowed now it seeps all over me and
my body. I cry silently. Always silent. Whispered cries heard only by the master. The sighs and pitiful looks from no one in the darkness are my lone answer. My
only dying blossom of faith. I wipe the blood off my lips. He kissed me, raped me
with those crimson lips. I lowered myself to the ground praying I would die before
I become like Bakura, become like my master.
Nymph: Please R&R!
Malik: Nymph does not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Yami: Good thing she doesn't we'd all be dead or worse.
Nymph: *hailing at her Malik shrine*
Yami: -_-U
Nymph: *looks around* ^^;
Yami Bakura: I am Bat Man!
Nymph: hey that was not in the script...
Malik: Where's my 20 bucks? Ya know my time is precious and I hate wasting my
precious time.
Nymph: Yeah, Yeah, it' right here * hands him monopoly money*
Malik: ^_^ Thankies! *hugs Nymph*
Nymph: Sucker.:)
*Yami Malik steps out*
Yami Malik: Why am I here again??
Nymph: *cough* Because you.
Yami Malik: Oh yeah.
Malik: Humph. Why is he here? *points to Yami Malik*
Yami Malik: *snicker* you're mascaras smeared..
Malik: *gasp pulls out a bag full of make up get out a mirror the size of his head
and leans in really close to look at himself and starts flipping his hair and
reapplies his eye shadow, brushes his hair about 40 times than straightens it and
sprays it with hair spry* *gives sexy grin* Like perfect! Yami Malik: O_O god it was only a joke...
Malik: *sticks out tongue* Well I like to look good for my public* *points to Nymph
and Yami*
B: Dear god...
Nymph: So that's why he looks so good... GAH! On the story!
'I haven't sought out a sanctuary yet. Certainly not this place where I currently
am. I am truly alone, by myself. Neither friends nor kin surround me in this place.
I'm talking to myself again. Its funny how he thinks, he'll always be my master but
on a lighter note a lover? He likes to get under my skin; push buttons that he
knows will awaken hurt in me. I don't pity myself I live the best I can. But I am
beautiful alone. Or so he says, I have no other opinion.'
The boy hunched himself in the corner. Away from the darkness closer to the
window as he could get where the light shone in. He whimpered as the strong
arms embraced him and dragged him back in the blackness.
"Ryou."
The voice coaxed as he let his fingers trace over the young boys lips.
"Ye-yes?"
Ryou managed to stammer as the figure's intoxicating touch tainted his skin.
The figure held a confused look on his face.
"Do you fear me?" The boy eyes pleaded innocence as he nodded. The bigger teenager smirked and leaned down and bit his ear lobe.
"Good."
His voice husky and low as he laid kisses on the boy's neck. Ryou let an
unwanted moan escape his lips. He whimpered in protest as hands grazed over
his figure and rested on his torso.
"Bakura-san.."
Ryou whispered as tears welled in his chocolate eyes. Bakura stopped and
looked over Ryou's petite body. He leaned down again and pulled Ryou's shirt
over his head roughly. He leaned down and sucked on one of the nipples. He let
his tongue swirl around on it and roughly bit it, causing Ryou to let out a short
scream.
Ryou's POV
He brought himself to my lower thighs and rubbed them with brut force. Through
the cloth I could still feel the sinful sensation wash over me. He tugged on my
pants and they easy slid off my skinny figure leaving me bare. His eyes loamed
over me lustfully. I tried to close my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else but
it failed to work. He let his hand roam over my length barley touching it, teasing
me. I again let out those pleasured moans with the contact provided. He took me
into his mouth and his tongue swirled over it again and again. My head spun and
more moans leaked out of my head. After he did that he moved up again and
kissed me roughly letting me taste myself. Then he pulled away as he did he bite
my bottom lip. I winced and fell back on the floor. He started to take off his cloths.
Unbearable slow. I blushed as I saw his much more mature gentiles. He smirked
and pounced on me. He straddled my hips and rubbed against me. I hate and
liked the tingling feeling I felt. I was like floating. My head swayed with the
passion heating my body. He kissed my neck. Then he stopped and teasingly got
off me. I looked helpless as he got off.
"Want more?"
His voice was deep and sinister. I stopped and I nodded. I never asked for more.
Never before this. He smiled sweetly and brought me too his lap. He softly kissed
my neck and then tuned me over. I waited anxiety building up in me. He got on
top of me and opened my hips up. I trembled under his frosty touch. Then
unexpected kindness disappeared as he slammed into me. The pain made me
flinch and I screamed, really loud. It surpassed the screams I gave when he
tortured me. He picked up the pace and I hurt more. I like out another ear
piercing scream. My nails grazed the stone floor until it made a screeching noise.
Ringing burst through my ears and my head felt like it would explode. I fought to
keep my conciseness.
"Stop! Please! No more! No more!"
I cried and screamed at the same time. He smiled and shook his head his fangs
showing. His face looked demented in the darkness and his red eyes gleamed
like rubies. Blood gushed from my thighs onto him and me. He enjoyed this sick
idea of pleasure. And I can hear him crying.
"Devils got you now."
He sounds like he's dying.
"Can't stop the crimson. It's out of my hands now."
His nails graze my back and create tiny roads of fresh bleeding scratches that
burned and hurt. I arched my back I was reaching my peak. I felt his release
inside of me. It was a warm feeling almost welcoming but after looking his face I
changed my mind as tear gushed from my eyes. His face seemed to soften for a
second he pulled out of me and ran his hand through his deranged hair.
"Oh Ryou, koi?"
I shuddered and backed away from him.
"Oh Ryou are we enemies now?"
More tears flooded from my eyes and I shook with fear.
"You're insane!"
I choked out, awaiting my punishment for talking back to master. It came I was
not prepared. He kicked me in the ribs and I fell over, but not to my wishes I was
not dead almost but not.
"God does not see it fit more fallen angels to return to heaven."
He grinned sadistically and drew me to his chest. There was a slight popping
noise, as his fangs sank into my veins. I was paralyzed, while the blood drained
from my body. But he never took all my blood just enough to leave me hanging
between life and death. He deposed of me on the ground, my blood still dripped
from his lips. He kissed my roughly hard enough to bruise. His lips choke me. My
own blood on my lips. It tastes sour and nasty. Bakura said it's like a small piece
of heaven. Then he brings out his favorite toy. His knife. It glints and sparkles
with a lust for blood. He cut himself and makes my suck his blood. I choke as he
makes me sallow it. His blood on my lips masques his emptiness. It was free of
heart, love and compassion. He smiles as he watches me squirm on the floor
trying to hack up his blood. He walks away to leave me here. I crawl into a small
ball. I sit here, begging sweet Jesus:
"Set me free!
"Let me fly!
Or.
"Just kill me."
"Let me die."
There all options life has given me. My blood flowed now it seeps all over me and
my body. I cry silently. Always silent. Whispered cries heard only by the master. The sighs and pitiful looks from no one in the darkness are my lone answer. My
only dying blossom of faith. I wipe the blood off my lips. He kissed me, raped me
with those crimson lips. I lowered myself to the ground praying I would die before
I become like Bakura, become like my master.
Nymph: Please R&R!
