Ever have tons of regrets? I have and it began when I woke up from my nap to find myself handcuffed to my bed.

In truth, I really should have seen it coming. I mean, Marik's stunts at surprise romantics had gone from gentle to extremely kinky. I wouldn't complain, but our relationship was awkward. That was why this had to stop. We were partners in crime, yet he acted very much like… a friend with benefits. It confused me. I didn't like feeling confused, therefore, I wished he'd stop.

Marik was straddling my lap. The position was one that Marik had been doing quite a lot recently.

"Did my Kitty have a nice nap?"

I decided going about this nonchalantly would make this end swiftly. "Yeah, but, I'm a little hungry. Mind letting me out of these," I motioned to the handcuffs, "so, I can make us some lunch?"

Marik laughed. Heck, he was going through hysterics. He rolled so he was lying next to me. Finally, he started calming down and I was met with his lavender eyes. "I know you so well." He was holding onto his sides from the laughter still.

"Really? How so?"

Marik got off the bed and made his way to my dresser, a bag rested on the top of the old, wooden six-drawer piece of furniture. He dug inside the bag and produced a small… pastry box? He brought it over to the bed and sat cross legged, facing me. He opened the box and took out its contents: a creampuff. My host's comfort food. Therefore, one of my comfort foods.

"Open up." He commanded.

I, personally, don't like being told what to do. In general, I like to be on top of things and the handcuffs already took me out of the 'in control' zone. So, I simply stated, "No—"

A creampuffs was shoved in my face. Perhaps he did know me too well. I began chewing and trying to throw dirty looks at him. Too bad the creampuff tasted so good, it probably made me look like I was enjoying this bondage. As I chewed, Marik said, "Well, I had to do this because I'm punishing you."

I had just swallowed so I was going to protest, "Punish me? Bu—"

Another creampuff to the mouth. I tried to glare… but, bloody hell, the cream tasted so good. Marik started once more as if I hadn't interrupted. "You pushed me away when you obviously enjoyed what was going on. I have to show you that you do want this." He then motioned to himself.

Now I somewhat understood the cuffs. I no longer had the ability to push him away. I swallowed the vanilla pastry in my mouth. "But, Marik, I stopped you las—"

Stupid creampuffs. "Yeah, you did stop me. So, I handcuffed you to bed. But, I'm not unfair. Just say the word, and I'll stop."

I harshly swallowed the barely chewed creampuff. I coughed first then tried my counter. "How can I say anything if you kee—"

Okay, the creampuffs… or Marik are going to get it. Perhaps both. "You're smart, so use your words wisely."

I swallowed again. "So, you're going to rape m—"

Creampuffs are demonic. Marik is worse. He gave me a funny look. "I wouldn't rape you. Unless you got on your knees and begged. But, that wouldn't be rape now, would it?"

I rolled my eyes and swallowed once more, "Fine then. Stop. Happ—

I think I may burn every pastry factory known to man. "You said stop, I was talking to you… so, I'll stop talking to you!" Marik was deeply enjoying this. I hated every second.

He leaned over me and rested his hands on my shoulders, kissing my cheek. I felt myself begin to blush. Why did my host have to be so bloody pale? I was able to swallow the creampuff again and I realized that Marik was limited. There were only so many creampuffs he could have in that box. The game he wanted to play was already rigged: if I said stop, he'd probably stop whatever it was he was doing and move on to something else. If I ate all the creampuffs, he would have to stop. His plan would backfire.

It was worth a try... "Hit me."

Marik pulled away. "What was that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hit. Me." I emphasized each word, talking to him like the idiot he was.

Marik pulled out another dessert. He observed it, probably trying to figure out my quick change of motives. "'Kay…" He popped it into my waiting mouth.

I quickly began to attack the creampuff as Marik began to attack my neck. This was going to be labeled one of the weirdest things I'd ever done. I swallowed again and Marik pulled away. Being near my neck, he probably knew what I was going to say next. "Hit me."

It went on like that. Marik kissed me endlessly. All over. I just kept asking for more creampuffs until finally, someone won. Amazingly, it wasn't Marik. Or me, for that matter. It was the maker of the creampuffs. I was so full. I moaned as I slid down the headboard and felt like I was going to pass out. Even though I'd been a thief, I had never overeaten. If anything, I'd nearly starved to death quite a few times but, over eating was new- and it hurt. Marik pulled away from me and ran his hands through my hair. I was beginning to rethink this, maybe Marik did win. He then gave me a look of pity. "Did Fluffy over eat?" His voice was annoying, like a mother crooning to her newborn. Marik proceeded to rest a hand on my middle, rubbing circles.

Now, my own plan had backfired. Of course. I pulled at the cuffs, clinking them against the headboard. I just wanted to lie down and wrap my arms around my stomach. Marik looked at my bound hands and then back to me. "Well, I guess you want me to unlock those."

Being as pissed as I was, my next words were not very thought out, and therefore were not the best to say to the person keeping me handcuffed to a bed. "Unlock them? Why would I want that? Oh, no. I want to sit on my bed with my arms rendered obsolete and wait for a stomachache to pass! Yes, that is what I want to do! Heck, maybe you can feed me some more of those creampuffs, let's see how long it takes me to throw up!"

I received a hate-filled look and Marik left the room. My hands were still cuffed to the bed. My head is swimming with regret.