I open my sore eye's to find I was covered by a blanket. I soon realized I was right were I was when I had fellen asleep. In this world were I have been kidnapped by pirates, if only I could stay dreaming...

I sigh in slight relief that I am alone...sitting up my head is still pounding,I also notice my hands were freed. Does he think I am not a threat? I pull the blanket down and shiver from the air tickling my bare skin. This sucks.

Still, I decide to get up, though I feel wobly and my dry mouth is begging meto get water...I look at all the different antiques set up in the room:there were a bunch of box's lying around. There was another room but the door was locked...

As soon as I heard footsteps I ran back to the bed and under the blanket, just pretending that I was asleep.

The door creaked and with every step beating against the wood floor I felt my blood grow colder and my muscles tighten as they silence at my bedside, his shadowloomingover me from the candle light, my eyes shut as tight as possible.I felt the blanket slidedown to my waist, goose bumps crawling on my bare skin, my heart began beating quickly.

What is he going to do?

"I know your awake...get up." Bakura's voice broke through the air and forcing my attention.

I poppedup to see his handsom face and yankedthe blanket back up to cover my body quickly. I wondered how he knew I was awakebut refrained from speaking to him.

"You shouldn't be afraid of me...I'm keeping you safe right now. My men are upset...that Ihave you...all. To. Myself." He leaned in making me fall backwards, my stomach turning to knots as he grinned from my reaction. He said he didn't want me but I am terrified of him, what does he plan? Why have I been brought to his room? I shiver under the blanket just thinking about it...I've seenmen to be good, but I have also known them to be good liars.

"You seem to have gotten used to my bed, is it comfy?" He cooed, his eyes admiring my form underneath the covers.

My blood went cold for a moment as I shook my head vigorously and shoot off the bed still rapped in the blanket. "Please let me outof here!" I begged falling to my knees as I was hitbya dizzy spell.

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't wanna' swim in the ocean." He chuckled, shuffling with someting on the table, my vision became blurry with tears as my heart sank and any hope I had sank with it, lost at sea you could say...I couldn't help but remember my mother's face, she was all I had and she betrayed me,Driving me to this miserable fate...and yet, I miss her so much...would marrying Yabashi have been better...?

probably.

"At least you have me?" He said sounding sarcastic, clearly annoyed by my crying. I rubbed my eyes to see the tray of food set down to me. Every sense in my body wanted me to gorge on anything edible right now but I just glared at him, how dare he try and take care of me...

"I-I'm not hungry..." I lied in a weak tone, I wasn't sure if my vision was spinning or if I was swaying. Suddenly I felt like vomiting even though I had nothing to vomit. another pounding in my head causing meto hold my forehead, gritting my teeth in pain. I felt my back being supported and my head raised up by a strong hand, therim of a cup against my lips, theliquid lapped against my bottom lip. I hastily opened my mouth to drink but immediately pulled back coughing at the taste of the sour drink. I wiped my chin as it had spilled down my mouth.

"What is your problem?" He snapped.

"That is not water!" I cry out looking at the suspicious yellow tinted liquid. I have never had anything like it...the color is very alarming as well as the taste.

"Brat, I put some damned sugar in there for you..."

"Now drink." He demanded bringing the drink towards me to which I flinched at the thought of the taste andturned further away.

It smells citrucy...

"Damnit..." He muttered grabbing me by the shoulder and forcing me to face him,My heart began to pound and I began to think that the drink was harmful as he held me into place. As soon as he tried to touch my face my instincts kicked, my ears pulled back my eyes narrowed andI bit down on his hand between the thumb and the index finger.

"Bitch!" He cursed loudly and I let go, afraid of what he will do to me now...

he glared maliciously setting the cup down behind him.

"How does that taste?" He growled yanking me towards him by my delicate wrist, the blanket sliding off my small form. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, the iron taste of his blood still lingered in my mouth and the smell making me cringe.

"Do you want more?" I caught a sadistic look in his sharp eye's before pulling my face away as he tried shoving his wounded hand in my mouth.

"I'm sorry!" I finally said, tears rolling down my cheks. He tossed me to my side's and stood looming over me, the shadows making him all that much more like a demon. I reached for the blanket that had fell off only for Bakura to stamp his foot onto the material. I looked up at hismenacing frame and managed to ask in a shaky voice: "why are you so cruel?"

He scoffed. " 'Cruel'? You don't even know the definition ofcrueldo you? I'm just trying to make sure you don't get sick with scurvy!" He yelled throwing his arms up in anger.

I wasn't sure what that was but I know he doesn't actually care about my health...he just wants me to be in 'good condition' for the market...

"Your just going to sell me, unfortunately I'd rather die!" I spat, the air becoming tense as I felt his dark charoite eye's burning me. I flinched at his cold icy tone. "You would rather die, huh?" I watched him with my eyes the size of plates as he pulled a knife out from his waistband. I screamed as he cornered me to the wall.

"You said you would rather die! So should I just kill you??" He bawled forcing the blade against my neck. His eyes threatening, I felt as if I said yes: he would gladly push the knife through my skin and end me.

"No!please don't..." I sobbed clutching his arm that held the blade against me. I hated how my pleading voice sounded. I hate how he is exposing me like this. Cornering me, hurting me.

A victorious smirk crawled it's way to his lips as I gave in to him.

"That's what I thought." He said before letting me go and rising up and slamming the door shut behind him, leavingme with the food and drink...I sniffled rolling to my side and sobbed until my eyes were puffy and soar and I wassure it was pointless to continue. What Bakura had said kept replaying in my head: "You don't even know the definition of cruel."

What must he have gone through to become the evil man that he is...The scar over his face says enough...yet, am I really in the position to be wondering about his problems? He is a foreign puzzle to me anyway. I clutched my necklace and feel comfort inknowing it's there.at least I have my purity. I thank the godsfor that, but for how long?

I force myself todown the mysterious liquid to quench my thirst. It wasn't so bad...it did have some sweetness. I sniff the dried meat and Apple cautiously before greedily devouring them. I still craved more water but climbed into bed bitterly, resting my exhausted eyes.

I awoke suddenly to the door creeping open unsure of how much sleep I got, the footsteps gently entering. Still, I was on edge after what happened and naturally my body became rigid, my breathing increasing to a faster pase.

"So are you seriously the reason the captain is in a pissy mood?" My heart dropped when hearing a voice other than Bakura's. Has someone snuck into his room?

Suddenly being fed by Bakura seems a lot less terrifying...

I thought I was safe? Has he sent a minion to punish me? What have I even done?!

I quickly sit up cloaking myself in the linen covers, my eye's wide to see the familiar blonde boy.

"Stay away from me!" I shrieked trying to keep my distance. He rolled his lavender eyes and set down a trey of dried fruit and a cup on the dreser by the bed. I watched his every move cautiously. He sighed rubbing the back of his head.

"Look, Bakura trusts me. I just came by to deliver some more food...I was just wondering what the hell you did?" He almost laughed at the end of his sentence giving me a odd look. Does he think I am harmless?

Does he think I care if Bakura trusts him?!I don't trust anyone anymore! Not even my family...the thought brings small tears to sit in my eyes.

"Did you forget how I bit you?" I tried using a smug tone but my voice was broke from my tears that theatened to fall.

curse me.

He raised a brow and saidincredulously:

"you bit him?" Somehow I felt slight embarrassment by his reaction and averted my eyes. "Yes." I admitted to the blonde much to my own surprise. He just stared at me and busted out laughing.

"Are you serious?" Was all he managed to get out.

"Um, You can leave now..." I said feeling a bit awkward, I couldn't even remember the boys name and almost as if reading my mind he answered:

"You can call me Marik, alright?"

"Perfect. I'll keep note of that. Especially once I'm sold." I said with sarcasm lacing my tongue, giving a fake smile as if everything was dandy.

"Hey, don't blame me, I'm just doing as I am told." He crossed his arms and walked out of the room. I stared at the wooden door blankly before turning my head to the trey, my nose twitching as I took In the scents information, as if reading it without my eyes and the familiar words repeated in my head: Nose, Eye's, ears. Something mother had always taught us...

After drinking the sour water and eating dried dates I realized I had felt a lot better and let out a content sigh rubbing my full belly and collapsed onto my back against the cushioned bed.

Looking around might be a good idea but I don't want to be digging through his stuff when he arrives...

if he is in charge I wonder if he sails this ship himself? Probably. I don't want to be caged here for much longer but I don't want to be sold either...at least I have time to be alone, and at least I get a decent bed to sleep in! Wait, Am I becoming grateful? Well, I certainly don't want to get thrown in a zoo, or worse...but, I am afraid of Bakura as well...he is a maniac who obviously needs therapy.

I shiver as his smile creeps into my mind and his dark eye's that just...draw You in...

I punish myself for continuously thinking of him but, when I do I can feel my heart pound against my chest. Finally drifting into a peaceful silence as sleep takes over.