Wo0HT! Hehe, sorry it ish so late.. my deepest apologies.. -bows head-
Disclaimer: dont own. I wish I HADa little twelve year old Ryou... he would be like a little pet...
Bakura sat on the floor of his small cell, scowling at everyone who walked past. As far as problems he had been in, this was a definite shitter. Definitely ranking in the top ten. And who can blame him? He was locked in a tiny cell, to await certain death, Ryou was somewhere in the castle- Bakura didn't even know if he was alive- and he had NO way of getting out of here…
He miserably traced a finger in the thick layer of grim on the floor. He had to come up with a plan. Fast.
Ryou could not stop crying.
The poor angel was in so much pain… everywhere just hurt. His sides hurt, his back hurt, his shoulders hurt… And of course, there was still a fiery pain in the…. bottom region. He tried to release his hands, but failed, and sobbed into the black silken pillow. Seth's cold arms and legs were wrapped around his thin body, his breath against Ryous bruised neck.
The poor angel was just so broken… milky skin was now ravaged with long scratches and bruises. His pale thighs were caked in blood and semen, and he just felt so damn dirty all over…
He finally managed to summon up his last wisps of strength, and pulled himself away from the sleeping man, and slid out of bed. His weak legs unable to support himself, the angel collapsed, and buried his face in his hands.
"Ryou, Angel…" he froze as he heard Seth's malicious voice call out to him softly. "Come over here…" Ryou swallowed, and managed to climb onto the large bed. He had learned to obey Seth in anything he did, No matter how humiliating or painful. An angry priest was far worse than a lustful one.
He forced down a shudder of revulsion, as he felt Seth's cold hands run like water over his torn skin, wincing in pain.
"Ryou…" Seth breathed as he loomed over Ryou like a shadow. "You really are such a prize…" Ryou gasped, and started to sob as he felt his hands on the angels silken thighs, forcing his legs apart. He felt like retching when Seth's mouth attacked his.
Bakura, please…
So these were his fantastic tools of escape. A mug of beer, a small fork, and a piece of bread. Great. Just great. He let out a long sigh, and leaned against the wall of the small cell. If only he had his ring… Bakura picked up the piece of bread, and tore into it, swallowing it in almost one gulp. Goddamn it, he was so hungry… and tired, too.
"I'll get you Ryou," The thief vowed. "I just need to have a short sleep…" He closed his eyes.
Ryou swallowed, fighting down the screams of pain that threatened to erupt as he gazed at Seth, who was leaning over him and shaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering his naked body.
"Do you wish for a bath, Ryou?" He asked, trailing an icy finger long his delicate jawbone and neck. Ryou swallowed, but nodded, struggling to repress his shudder of revulsion that came from the man whose hands were as cold as his eyes.
"I shall have a servant prepare one for us." He stood up, throwing on a long robe, and walking over to the large doors. "I will be right back." He said, a slightly sadistic smile on his face as he closed the doors, bolting them firmly shut behind him. Ryou struggled, but managed to sit up, leaning against the headboard. His broken and bloodied frame felt very weak, and Ryou hurt all over, a fresh pain coursing through his lower half. The angel grabbed a black silken blanket, pulling it around himself.
Death was much, much better than this hell he was living in.
"Well," Seth said a small while later. "Its almost ready.." He walked over to the small boy, who was crouching on the large bed, and crying softly in pain, picking him up with his strong arms, despite weak struggles of protest from the child, and carried him bridal style into the next room. Ryou winced in pain as his marred back which was slashed with numerous knife wounds and whip cuts, and countless painful-looking bruises was jolted around, and he clutched the black silk closer around himself.
"I-I can walk…" He whispered, but Seth paid him no heed. Ryou closed his chocolate eyes, trying to calm himself down.
When he next opened his eyes, he found himself in a white tiled room. A deep bath that sunk into the floor was full of water that steamed was in the middle, and all around on the ground were piled of towels, and various bottles of soaps and shampoos.
Seth set the terrified child down, who drew his silken sheet tighter around himself, positively shaking in fear.
"Well, get in…" Ryou shuddered, but slid into the bath, the stained black sheet a discarded puddle beside the bath. Oh, how he longed that someone else was there, someone to help him… But it was just Seth and Ryou. The angel closed his eyes as he felt Seth enter the water.
"Oh, Ryou…" He whispered into the child's snowy hair, his breath tickling his neck. Ryou struggled to hold down the shudder of revulsion passing through him, and succeeded. Seth smiled, as he sat behind Ryou and wrapped his legs around his thin waist. Ryou closed his eyes briefly, and pressed his lips together to keep from crying. This time, he failed. Crystalline tears poured out of the angels eyes like rivers, as he sobbed silently.
"Oh, don't cry," Seth said softly, brushing Ryous silvery hair away from the base of his neck, planting hot kisses on the bruised skin. Ryou gasped, bowing his head so he wouldn't have to look at the priest. Seth finally let go after a few minutes, disentangling himself from the boy, who sighed in relief.
"Lean back in the water," Seth said softly. Ryou obeyed, his beautiful white hair floating around him like a silvery halo. Seth placed his hands under his shoulders, pushing his upper half back out of the water. Ryou was slightly confused, but comprehension dawned on him when he felt a cream fall through his hair. Oh, so Seth was washing his hair…. Ryou gulped as he felt the priest tease the snowy white locks, massaging the shampoo all the way through. He pressed down on Ryous shoulders again, and the small boy obediently rinsed his hair out into the water.
"That's better," Seth said in a slightly satisfied voice, as he grabbed a lump of soap, and a washcloth.
"Stand up." He said, sitting on the side of the bath. Ryou obeyed, shivering slightly, as he wrapped his arms around him thin form. Seth soaped up the rag, and began washing the boys shoulders, massaging the soap in. Ryou let out a long sigh, closing his eyes.
If maybe he tried hard enough, he could… pretend this was Bakura, just getting his shoulders at the spring… Ryou relaxed, as Seth moves to his bloodstained back. Ryou winced, feeling the soap in his cuts, but tried to block it out.
A few minutes later, Ryou gasped, feeling Seth wash the dries blood and semen off his milky thighs. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry, until finally, Seth thought he was clean.
Ryou didn't, he wanted to scrub at himself for hours, until he had taken his layer of skin off. He still felt so broken, and violated.
"Ryou," Seth said a few minutes later. "Can you leave me for a few moments?" Ryou turned around, but nodded, stepping out of the bath, and grabbed a thick towel, wrapping it around his middle, walking into the room through the door.
Gods, he was so tired…. Ryou didn't have the strength to climb up onto the bed, and instead just collapsed onto a thick rug, falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Around an hour later, Seth had left, and a slightly curious head stuck itself through the doors. A middle-aged woman slipped in, gazing around the room until she found the small child sleeping on a thick rug beside the bed.
"Oh…" She whispered, setting her pile of linen and silk over by the door, and walking softly over to the child, kneeling beside him. She brushed his damp hair out of his chocolate eyes, cupping the side of his face gently. Ryou sighed, shifting in his sleep slightly. The servant smiled softly, as she stared at the beautiful sleeping boy. She had never seen anything like this before, a child so pale and fair… And Seth was exploiting his beauty and innocence for his own pleasure. The servant was disgusted at his actions, but knew she was powerless. Sighing, she stripped the bed of its silken covers, and replaced them. The servant didn't want to think about what happened last night as she eyed the stains of blood and semen on the sheets, dragging out the clothes she had been ordered to bring, placing them on the bed where she knew the child would find them. She hung around for awhile, just tyding things up, dusting the many ornaments. Part of her was hoping that he would wake up and find her there, so she could comfort him.
Unfortunately, after an hour, the small boy didn't wake, and the servant was obliged to leave. She let out a sigh as she gathered up the dirty material, and left.
When Ryou awoke, a few hours later, it was to find an empty room. The angel groaned slightly, sitting up, and clutching his towel, walked over to the bed. He found fresh new clothes for him, a short-sleeved tunic that reached to his knees, and a waist band of light blue silk. Ryou dressed, looking slightly puzzled as he gazed around the room. Someone must have cleaned up, or something…
The child was interrupted by the door opening. Ryou spun around, finding one of the many palace guards standing on the threshold. Instinctively, He froze, and backed into the bed.
"Come 'ere!" The guard grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, and walked him out of the room. Ryou was fearful, but slightly calm, too.
Nothing could be worse than what Seth did to him. Nothing.
Bakura was still sitting in his cell, scowling at everyone who walked past- which is why he was given a wide berth- when he heard a small voice cry out. He shot up like a poker, his hands gripping the bars of his cell tightly. No…
"Please let me go.." Bakura heard the childs voice, and closed his eyes, as a pain like a dagger went through his heart.
Ryou…
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