Hello Little Plaything

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WARNING: Rated M. Contains mature themes such as suspense, kidnapping, danger, abuse, gore and sexual themes. Please read with discretion.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Kazuki Takahashi. This is a fanfiction story based off of Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series by LittleKuriboh. None of these characters belong to me, and no profit is being made off of this written work, it is purely for my own enjoyment. Please support the original release.

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Chapter Two

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"Wake up, Cecelia. Rise and shiiiiiiiine!"

Ryou groaned, not wanting to leave the comfort of unconsciousness, but he couldn't get that irritating voice out of his head. Honestly, his name wasn't even Cecelia.

"I said….. WAKE UP!" A hand whacked the side of Ryou's head so hard his ears rang and stars burst across his vision. He cried out loudly, opening his eyes and staring upward to see Melvin sitting on his chest. "That one was all you," he grinned down at his captive, razor sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "I was going to let you wake up nice and easy, but you were just taking such a long time.

"Y…..o….." Ryou tried to snap at him, but suddenly found himself coughing in pain and holding his throat. He tried again with the same result. What is going on here? I can't speak! My throat…

Melvin threw back his head and laughed. "Aww, did the little Tweetums get his throat crushed from before? What a pity you can't use your annoying, limey little voice."

Still coughing, Ryou shot him a glare that most certainly would look menacing… if coming from someone a little less wimpy, and a little more intimidating.

"Adorable," Melvin smirked. He stood up, reaching down and grabbing Ryou's shirt so he could yank him to his feet. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said proudly, throwing his arm out in an exaggerated gesture as he surveyed the room. It was hardly an 'abode' at all, and in fact it looked more like Melvin had found the basement of some condemned building and simply set up residence inside. The walls were concrete and brick, there were no windows, and pipes and ventilation lined the ceiling and walls. A single yellow lightbulb hung from a wire in the middle of the room, flickering occasionally, and a mattress that looked like it had been pulled out of a dump occupied one corner. The thing that terrified Ryou the most, however, was the large rectangular table in the center of the basement. It was stained with blood.

Oh my god… He wasn't kidding. He's seriously going to torture, maim, and kill me! Where is Bakura when I actually need him!

"It's got all the amenities," Melvin announced, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "There's a sink and a fridge over there," he pointed to a far corner, "and I've got all my tools hanging on the walls. I think it makes the place feel like home, don't you?"

What tools? Ryou thought anxiously. He eyed the walls, the shadows becoming clearer as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He swallowed in dread when he saw what Melvin meant. There were knives, gardening tools, power tools, saws, kitchen gadgets and more. Most of them were stained with blood. My god, what does he DO with them all? As he searched the room, he saw the exit on the far wall, a single elevator, and immediately tried to race for it. The sooner he could get out uninjured, the better!

"Ah, ah," Melvin gripped his shirt tighter. "I can't let you leave yet, you only just got here." He brought his other hand to Ryou's face, grabbing his jaw much like he had grabbed his throat before, and peered directly into his face. "You're still soaking wet, and it would be rude of me to leave you in such a sorry state. Wouldn't want you to get sick now would we?"

"L…le….. m…e…. o…." Ryou strained, coughing as his words failed. It was like he could only get vowels out, and all other sounds made his throat hurt too much to produce. He was still wet, his clothes and hair clung to him uncomfortably, and he knew that if he didn't get dry and warm soon he would probably hyperventilate. But that in no way meant he wanted to stay here.

"What's that? Sorry, I didn't catch that," Melvin mocked. He started walking, dragging Ryou with him by his face. "Did you say you're cold? Don't worry, cupcake, I'll cut away your wet clothes so you can get all dry again."

What!? Ryou's eyes widened in disbelief. Cut away his clothes? No! Bloody hell I need to get out of here! He lashed out with arms and legs, scratching and biting at Melvin's hand and kicking him in the stomach and groin with his legs as hard as he could. He gasped in relief when Melvin dropped him, ignoring the pained snarl, and began to run for the elevator. It was the only door he could see.

As soon as his hand touched the button, his face was immediately smashed against the wall, and he slumped to the ground, stunned.

"I was going to be so nice to you," Melvin hissed, pulling him up by his hair and dragging him close so he could breathe his words right into Ryou's ear. "But I guess this little Tweetums likes it rough."

"Nnn…ooo…" Ryou choked out, reached out toward the elevator as the doors slid open. He tried to kick himself free again, and was effectively winded by a blow to his stomach.

Melvin lifted him up, carried him swiftly to the table, and slammed him down on it. "Tell you what," he said, leaning over Ryou's face as he spoke. There was no more smiling on his face, only narrowed eyes and bulging veins, accompanying his scowl. "If you hold still, I won't staple your arms and legs to the table."

Ryou stared at him in horror. He can't be serious…

Turning, Melvin walked to the far wall and yanked down a random assortment of tools, coming back to deposit them on the table behind Ryou's head. "You're not trying to run away," the madman observed, the corners of his mouth turning up again. "That's good. Looks like you're not as stupid as I thought."

It depends on what you're going to do to me, Ryou thought anxiously, shivering as the chill from his soaked clothing began to settle in his bones. I'm so cold… Where is that bloody spirit when I need him? Hang Zorc & Pals, this is serious! There has to be a way out of this alive.

Melvin's mouth turned down in a pout, and he came closer to grab at Ryou's face again, turning his head side to side. "You're less fun when you're quiet," he complained. "It's a pity your voice is gone. I should have liked to hear your screams and pleas for mercy."

Yeah well whose fault is that?

"Oh well. Moaning will have to do for now." He pulled up a pair of massive butchers shears, eyes glinting dangerously as he took ahold of Ryou's shirt and began to cut it away. "You won't need this anyway," he assured the shivering teen. "You get a new outfit in Season Five, right?"

But I like this shirt, Ryou glared at him. He held as still as he could, the assortment of tools and the threat of stapling weighing heavy on his mind. Bugger this maniac, when I get out of here I'm going to report him to the fanfiction police or something. File a restraining order. Call in the aid of 4kids censorship? His shivers increased as first his shirt, then his jeans, and every other item of clothing was cut away from him into heavy, water-logged ribbons and discarded on the floor. Only then did his panic finally take over, and he scrambled to climb off the table and cover himself with something. Bloody hell, at least leave me underwear!

Melvin threw back his head and laughed. "Oh isn't this just darling?" he bellowed. "Little Tweetums is shy because he's naked. Come now, Cecelia, what are you afraid of?" His long arm snaked out, grabbing Ryou around the throat and slamming him back down on the table before his feet could reach the ground. He hummed cheerfully to himself as he reached out with his other hand and lifted up a massive logger's staple gun. "Let's try this again. If you promise to hold still, I won't use this lovely little friend of mine to staple you down."

Ryou swallowed, his freezing body shuddering with both fear and hypothermia. He somehow managed to keep himself still, and quelled his desire to run away as fast as possible. If I play my cards right, I just might be able to get out of here, he thought desperately. I can't afford to be foolish.

"Good," Melvin cooed. His grin was unnerving. Carefully setting aside his staple gun, he trailed a finger down Ryou's chest to his navel, watching his victim tremble. "So cold," he breathed. "Your body is as chill as death."

Don't touch me, Ryou thought weakly. I don't want him to touch me….

"If I leave you like this, you'll die," Melvin explained. He chuckled, rubbing his hands together gleefully, and leaned over to whisper in Ryou's ear. "Since you're being so good, I think I should reward you. I'll give you a choice. I was thinking I could just stand here and watch as the cold slowly takes you, and your body turns blue and numb until you fall asleep and never wake up again. It will be so peaceful, and painless. Really a generous way for me to let you go."

I don't… I don't want to freeze to death. That could take forever! Or it could take less than an hour, he didn't know. The water evaporating from his skin in the chill of the basement felt painfully cold, and already his mind felt lethargic.

"Or," Melvin grinned, "I could save you. I know a way that would warm you riiiiiiiight up. It's a fun way. You might even like it. And the best part is, you get to live. What do you say, Tweetums? The choice is up to you."

Uncertainty swirled in Ryou's stomach. He knew without a doubt that neither choice was going to be good. On the one hand, Melvin wasn't going to touch him or hurt him, but he was going to slowly freeze to death. On the other, he suspected that whatever method Melvin had in mind to warm him up would be extremely painful. It might even be something as terrible as being blasted with a flamethrower or a welding torch. And yes, he'd seen both of those on the wall. One way I get to live, the other way I get to die. One way will hurt I just know it, and the other I'll become too numb to feel it, but it will drive me crazy before it ever reaches that point. And no matter which one I choose, he'll staple me down if I try to get away.

"Time is ticking, limey. You're going to have to choose."

I know. I know that… but…

"Oh that's right, you can't talk. Well then, I'll make it easy for you. If you want to freeze to death, close your eyes and cross your arms over your chest."

But I don't like either choice!

"If you want live, take my hand."

Ryou looked at him, teeth chattering and body trembling. He saw the sadistic grin on his kidnapper's face and hated it. Melvin knew what he would choose. Ryou could see it in his bloodshot eyes, that smug look of triumph as he watched his prisoner squirm like an ant under a magnifying glass with the sun beating down on him. Slowly, Melvin reached out his hand.

Bloody, buggering bullocks. I want to live. Groaning in frustration, Ryou forced his numb, shaking arm into the air, and grasped at Melvin's hand.

The madman's smile spread from cheek to cheek, razor sharp teeth glinting in the pale yellow light. "So you'd like to live?" he purred.

Ryou glared at him hard.

"That's good," Melvin whispered. He stood beside the table, gripping Ryou's hand in his with bruising force. "Very good." Slowly, he slid his other arm under Ryou's back, and then yanked him up against his chest. Spinning, he marched toward the shabby mattress on the floor, and tossed his pale captive upon it.

Rolling over, Ryou propped himself up on his side by his elbows, swallowing as he watched Melvin throw off his cloak. What is he going to do? He's not going to…

"Don't worry," Melvin laughed at his expression. His shirt came off next, falling to the ground beside his cloak. "I'll take good care of you. In just a few minutes, you'll feel alllll warm again. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Oh god he is! Ryou groaned. He curled up into a ball, covering his head with his arms. I should just freeze to death. Living is not that great. I mean Bakura is just going to take over my body again and probably try to seduce Marik again. What's the point in living if it means I have to let this monster have his way with me?

He heard rather than saw Melvin's pants come off, and felt the mattress bend when the madman leapt upon it. In a few short seconds, Melvin had pulled his arms away from his face and pinned them above his head. He grinned widely, knees on either side of Ryou's hips. "Don't be shy, Cecelia. You want to get warm, don't you?" He used one hand to hold Ryou's wrists above his head against the mattress, and used his other to roughly caress Ryou's face.

This is bad. I'm… I'm not even gay… I'm just British!

"You're blushing," Melvin whispered. His pupils narrowed, eyes studying his face intently. "Are you already anticipating it?"

"Sh….. ut…." Ryou coughed, his throat aching as he forced himself to speak. "…u…p…"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Melvin lowered his hand, pinching pale skin as it went, and ruthlessly twisted one of Ryou's nipples. "Yes, speak! Cry out! Your frail little sounds are pathetic, they're almost endearing."

And you're being sarcastic, Ryou thought angrily. He gasped in pain at the harsh twisting of his sensitive bud of skin, and tried involuntarily to squirm free. That bloody hurts!

"Go on, Tweetums. Make noise for me. Do it." His hand slid even lower, digging nails in and scratching deep red welts down his chest to his navel.

Ryou cried out painfully again. "S….tO…P!" he choked out, jerking sideways to escape his hands. Melvin didn't. He lifted his hand again and again, bringing it down to scratch more welts on Ryou's body. His arms, thighs, waist and shoulders were all scored by his nails, and he laughed each time Ryou cried out in pain.

Abruptly the scratches ceased, and his hand began to rub and pinch each part of Ryou's body that hadn't yet been touched. Brief flashes of pain followed by irritating friction began to flood his senses, over and over. Melvin's rough strokes were abrasive and unpleasant, but it wasn't long until Ryou began to feel his body ceasing its shivers.

He was warming up.

This is… he blinked, wincing with each stroke. This isn't what I thought he was going to do. It isn't pleasant, but… maybe… he isn't going to shag me after all?

"You're relaxing," Melvin purred. "Have you finally decided to give in?"

Ryou stared at him without replying, setting his teeth in resignation.

"Oh good." He grinned, leaning down and licking Ryou's cheek with his long, hot tongue. He placed his mouth at Ryou's ear, whispering. "Because I'm going to fuck you now."

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To be continued...