They rode back to the building from before on horses with Bakura leading the pair. When they got back, Bakura told Mahaad, "I recommend you cooperate. It'll be much easier for you."

Mahaad didn't put up any resistance as Bakura chained him to a wall in a different room this time. He figured there was no use wasting energy trying to escape. He was already tired, and didn't think he could do anything to the thief.

"Good boy." Bakura laughed as he tightened the chains holding him up against the wall. "Now I hope you won't be a problem from now on. It would be very unpleasant for you to inconvenience me. If you keep acting well for me though, perhaps I might give you a treat later. You'd like that wouldn't you?" He pet the magician's head a few times.

Mahaad's cheeks flushed with shame. He was being treated like an animal, and there was nothing he could do about it. Curse that thief, humiliating me like this.

"What's the matter magician, don't like being treated like my pet?"

"No," he said flatly.

"Oh, my humble apologies. You should have spoken up sooner. How about instead I treat you like my prisoner." He grinned.

"That... That's not necessary."

"Oh no I insist. I wouldn't want to make you feel inferior. You are much greater than that after all," the thief said, emphasizing his condescending language.

He walked to the other side of the room where a lever stuck out of the wall.

"I'm a good warden you know, I'm giving you the honor of trying this out first. Nothing's too good for you my little high value prisoner."

He pulled the lever and Mahaad saw the room spin. What? The room was turning! Wait... It wasn't the room, it was him. Bakura hadn't chained Mahaad to just a wall he realized, it was a giant wheel which spinning around now.

The wheel slowly rotated until it was upside down. Bakura pulled the lever back up to its original position, leaving Mahaad upside down. He felt the blood start to rush to his face.

"I'll let you enjoy that for a little while. I'll be back in about an hour to check up on you. Make sure to tell me how you liked it when I return." He cackled as he left the room.

The priest hung there, already feeling his head start to throb from the blood. It was going to be a long hour.

"I really hate that condescending attitude of his," Mahaad said to himself. He sighed. "Maybe I should just give up trying to escape. He's just too good and I'm too weak to do anything. I tried to escape and look where that got me. Now I'm worse off than before."

He tried to move his body so he could swing the wheel around the other way but found he couldn't move it.

"I need to free myself somehow but there's no escape. Oh what's the point anyways. There's nothing I can do. I can't even move."

He hit his head against the wheel a few times softly, wishing for it all to end.

"Mana, I want to avenge you, but it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to do that anytime soon. Just when I thought I'd escape his grasp it turns out he planned the whole thing to get my hopes up. I know I should keep fighting him but... It'd just be easier to give up.

"No. I can't give in. Not to this, this, freak. This monster. I'll get out of here. No matter what it takes. I won't let him do anything to hurt the Pharaoh any more than he has already."

He waited there for Bakura to come back with renewed determination.

The thief returned, cheerful as always, asking him what he thought. Mahaad simply stared at him, stonefaced.

"Oh come on magician, surely you've got something to say about that eh?" Bakura asked.

"I have no more words for you, thief."

"You don't? I'm insulted. Offended even. After all the care I've put into making sure your stay here was memorable? And you won't even talk to me anymore? Tsk tsk tsk magician, very rude of you. Don't you have any manners"

He slapped the priest across the face suddenly, then kneed him in the face. Blood dripped up his face out of his nose.

"Oops. I seem to have lost my temper."

Mahaad was shaking with silent rage at this point, glaring at Bakura.

"Ah well no harm done I suppose. That should heal up without too much pain."

He chuckled as he pulled the lever again, turning Mahaad right-side up again and leaving him there.

"Anyways I came to drop this off. I thought of you when I saw it. I thought you might like to look at it as a reminder."

He left the room and returned, carrying a staff. Mana's staff. It had to be hers. None of the other magicians had a staff like it.

He set the staff leaning against the corner of the room, right in Mahaad's view.

"It should give you something to think about anyways."

Mahaad faltered for a moment, showing dismay clear on his face. Bakura smirked at his reaction.

"Too bad you couldn't have stopped her," he said. "If only you'd been there with her. Ah but you know it's all history now. There's no way to change the past."

Mahaad was determined not to let the thief get the better of him. He could try to bait him into another reaction all he wanted. He wasn't going to let Bakura get a rise out of him this time. He looked the other way and stared at the wall, to try to keep his mind occupied.

"Anyways you were right. I was treating you too easily, as if you weren't worth my time. But no matter, I'll make sure to give you the time you need soon. I know prisoners get bored from being kept up for long periods of time. Don't worry I have plenty of ideas to keep us both busy for a long time. So sit tight and I'll be back soon."