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!