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3rd Mariku POV
Mariku was lying on his back, hands chained together and the chains bolted to the wall. He breathed erratically at times, slower other times. However the breath was, it was labored, and blood came out of his mouth with it. His hands would clench whenever the strong pain rang through his body, again and again as he struggled for life. As he wished to escape. But no, he wasn't supposed to escape. He was supposed to stay here. He had been yelled at, he wasn't going to leave by himself. He didn't want punishment again and again and again. But his will wasn't good enough to avoid the attack coming.
A man had walked into the room. At first, he had simply watched Mariku, marveling at how much damage he had done to this teen in such a small time, how much better he felt. Breaking the teen had relieved so much anger, now he had access to him all the time, it was like a drug being able to do so much, with so little resistance.
Before Mariku knew it, a foot stamped hard, down onto his chest, stopping his breath. He tried to jerk up his hands, only to feel the hard, rusted, bloodied chain cut deeper into his wrists and rub off already damaged skin. He knew that he had done something wrong, when the chains made a sharp noise, angering the man. The next stomp came harder, then harder, and then one last stomp made him feel like his rib cage was collapsing.
"Look at me, slave... I said look at me!"
A hand reached out and slapped Mariku across the face, leaving a bruising spot. Then, the same hand grabbed his chin, and painfully jerked him into a sitting position. He shivered as the man looked over his face. Mariku wanted to withdraw back into his shell of protection again, to be sheltered against all of these odd emotions, and harsh pains. But no, he was not allowed.
He would never be allowed to escape from the harsh pain and emotions overcoming him.
Never again.
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Bakura POV
We were so close to Mariku, I could practically taste the magic, breathe it in. I could almost just jerk it into me, it was increasing greatly past the point as when he had no emotions. It felt so wonderful, a source of dark and hateful magic flowing. Of course, this meant Mariku had been broken from his shell, shocked into the real world, trying so much to protect himself with reserves of magic. It was wonderful.
I wanted to know what would happen when just maybe, he would be as broken as possible, pouring all of his magic into the world, freely, powerful. Would he go insane, as he used to be? Or would he go down deeper into his emotions, being killed by his own, uncontrolled magic?
What if it would be worse than what I thought...
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Gig: I still don't have decent enough inspiration(or attention span) to write the longer chapters
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So you still get the short chapters! Thanks for any reviews, bye!