Adelianna: Hiya! Okay, this chapter took a while to update, and it isn't even long. In actuality, I had this written last month. *dodges flying tomatoes and grimaces* I wanted to make it longer, but I just had no inspiration to write anymore. But I think I'm slowly coming over it, especially since it's my birthday! Yay! January 20th rocks!
AN: Anyway, since it's really late and school is approaching fast, I'm gonna thank each one individually later, and load the thanks into this chapter later.
AN: Also. . . the Janessa pictures are up! Go to my fanfiction profile, and there will be a link to it. I think that's about it. Oh yeah. Sorry to anyone who e-mailed me. I can't reply 'cause my e-mail isn't working. *bashes it*. I got a new e-mail address, though: adelianna@yahoo.com
A/N: I also want to thank RC, Cymoril Avalon, Chantelle, Chantal, Sophia, Jessica, Angel Girl, Boy Crazy Magician Chick, Choiler, Zara, and Flower Petals for everything.
~*~Chapter Ten~*~
*~* The Pain of Desire*~*
Cold swept across the dingy bathroom, flitting its freezing wings viciously as it touched every square inch of the chamber. Shivering in a small corner of the lavatory, Janessa sniffled pitifully, her earlier wails subdued for the moment as shock took a firmer grip upon her mind, sinking its claws deeply into her brain.
Attempting to gain warmth as well as comfort, the teen huddled against herself on the chilly floor, salty tears soaking the emerald material that covered her knees. Ceasing her weeping for the moment as something soft and furry rubbed against her toes, Janessa's hazy mind wildly imagined it to be a cat she owned previously coming to comfort her.
Unfortunately, reality set in as she opened her eyes, screaming as a rat with half of its tail missing ventured across the girl's foot, only to scurry away as the redhead's shriek pierced the silence.
Backing up against the wall, Janessa breathed in quick gasps as moans escaped her throat. She felt as though she were on a piano, the keys strumming dark ominous notes as she fell through the cracks in the tonalities, her stomach rushing to her throat as her world crashed about her.
How could this happen? she asked herself. The items in her navy book bag dug deeply into her back, but the girl hardly noticed, lost in her thoughts. I was excited . . . going to Egypt and everything, starting a new life. How could this happen?! The unfairness of it all collapsed about her in great tides, producing wobbling sobs to burst from her burning throat.
Janessa raised a trembling hand to wipe away her tears, suddenly staring it in wonder as realization dawned. She could move her hands. She could cry. She could feel. She was free! How dare Marik think he can control her?!
Janessa shakily stood up, shadows playing across her body as she looked around, her world becoming more fearful as she contemplated escaping from her hellish pit. Reason vanished from her mind as Janessa longed to be free. She would walk halfway across the Sahara if she had to, as long as she was away from here.
Walking cautiously as though the darkness of the room would tell of what she planned, Janessa felt the shadows closing in on her. Raking a hand through her red hair to ease her, newly sprung tears filled her eyes as she touched her itchy, torn ends. All she wanted was to be back in Japan, in places of familiarity, to snuggle in her warm bed and cry her eyes out.
As she reached the open entree, a sense of release as well as foreboding filled her, struggling against each other for control. Then, time seemed to slow as Janessa rounded the corner of the doorway, shocked eyes gazing into those of Gibbs, the Rare Hunter who had tried to kill her in her father's car.
Gibbs' face seemed to have been cut from stone. His dark eyes shone like black gems, twinkling with maliciousness. His straight nose stopped like an arrow above his thin lips, his pale skin stretched taut over the slanted bones of his cheeks. The Rare Hunter's brown hair was cut close to his scalp, red rashes visible through the thin texture of his hair, as though it had been trimmed with a blunt knife. All the while crimson blood trickled from his nose, blood from a gaping wound in his forehead joining the thick liquid in its downward trend.
"Well, well girlie," he snarled, growling slightly has his blood entered his mouth. Wiping his face clean with the back of his hand, carmine liquid stuck to his skin.
Janessa shivered. She could smell the vile stench of fear surround her as her black pupils dilated with terror. "Y-you can't do a-anything," Janessa heard herself stammer as she took trembling steps away from Gibbs. "M-Marik will b-be angry."
"Then he just won't find out," Gibbs snarled as he slammed the door, causing Janessa to flinch as he shut the only means of her escape. His voice boomed across the room like a Judge giving a death sentence. Suddenly, Gibbs rushed like an oncoming train toward Janessa, and, before she had time to react, threw her roughly on the ramshackle bed.
Janessa screamed as he straddled her, his weight pushing her into the thin mattress so that the objects in her book bag pierced her back. Gibbs smacked her brutally to cease her screaming, his blow causing her to bite down hard on her tongue. Blood filled her mouth as the Rare Hunter tore the filthy blanket from beneath her and stuffed a portion of it into her mouth. Janessa gagged as the taste of urine filled her mouth, her blood building up behind the cloth in her mouth, making her choke and heave as she struggled futilely.
Gathering up the rest of the blanket, Gibbs tied her thin, trembling wrists to the bed post. Her hands burned as her blood circulation was cut off, her feet enduring the same treatment as Gibbs tied them also.
The Rare Hunter grinned, amethyst robes covering Janessa's body as he crawled up to her, sitting painfully on her stomach. "Guess what I learned?" Gibbs mocked, smirking at her as tears blinded Janessa's emerald eyes. "I learned that you have been made a slave." His laughter rang out as he grasped Janessa's chin, jerking her head up, causing blood to leak to the back of her throat. "You're lowlier now than even the lowest Rare Hunter."
His fingers began to trace imaginary designs across her lithe body, beginning with her stomach and moving upward. "It gets awfully lonely down here. With Marik banning all form of entertainment . . . such as whores and sluts like yourself. Too bad. . . too bad you're not that much of a looker, or I would take my pleasure with you." He smiled as Janessa screamed within her mind, gasping painfully for air as her own blood began to drown her.
Unexpectedly, Gibbs rose from her stomach and climbed off the bed. Smiling at her, he viciously pulled a strand of her short hair. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet. I have something else in mind." Grinning, he walked off into the bathroom, staring at the ground intensely.
Black spots began to cloud her vision as asphyxiation began to take its toll. Through clouded senses, Janessa heard scrambling in the bathroom, and the sound of someone slamming into something. Then, footsteps signaled Gibbs return as he carried something concealed in a dirty glass from the bathroom.
"Miss me?" he sneered, crawling on the bed as he balanced the object in his hand. He again straddled Janessa, this time sitting below her stomach. With a quick motion, he grasped Janessa's white shirt and dragged it upward, growling as her green nightdress was revealed beneath that. Fumbling in the pocket of his amethyst robe, Gibbs drew out his wickedly curved dagger, running a thumb across the handle.
Janessa's eyes widened as he brought the edge of the knife to her nightgown, slicing it cleanly open so that lightly tanned skin was revealed. The cold air greeted her stomach, causing her trembling to magnify as tears eased out of her eyes. Grunting in satisfaction, Gibbs placed his knife beside him on the bed, and lifted the cup clutched in his hand before him.
"I have a surprise for you," the Rare Hunter whispered. "Do you want to see it?" Not waiting for Janessa to answer, he reached a pale hand into the filthy cup. He sneered as he withdrew his hand, revealing the rat Janessa saw earlier. His forefinger and thumb were clutched tightly around the rat's short, pink tail as its grey fur bristled.
"I wanted to use my new dagger on it, but I only managed to cut off some of its tail." Gibbs chuckled. "Just your luck it took refuge in here. It's home is in the bathroom, so it's always easy to find." Gibbs flicked his wrist as the rat tried to bite his fingers, causing the rodent to swing back and forth.
Terror rose within Janessa as the Rare Hunter looked maliciously at her. Then suddenly, Gibbs threw the rodent back into the glass and began shaking the cup around. Janessa heard the terrified squeaking of the rat as it pawed the cup.
Janessa screamed against the cloth in her mouth, the metallic taste of blood bubbling beneath her tongue as Gibbs turned over the glass and pushed it hard into her stomach. The girl struggled against her bonds, causing them to dig deep into the tender flesh of her wrists. The rat's sharp nails scratched into her skin, clawing as it tried to get out from under the cup held tight down on her stomach.
Pain lanced from her abdomen and spread throughout the whole of her body. She cried and struggled, causing blood to leak down her throat. The black spots grew bigger while she wept, until soon they covered the whole of her vision as the gnawing sense of pain eased, and then was gone.
"Janessa?" a husky voice whispered her name, shattering the darkness that surrounded her. Feeling pain gnawing at her bones as black made way into light, she groaned slightly.
"Jenna?" again the familiar voice questioned, warm breath tickling her ear. She felt her stomach churn with excitement as a hand brushed softly against her abdomen, grazing lightly over her wound, heading in a straight line downward.
Her eyes felt as if they were glued shut. Trying with all her might to open them, Janessa could discern a dark-skinned teen, platinum colored hair standing out against the dirty ceiling through her black eyelids.
"Marik?" she murmured, her tongue so swollen and large that the name was barely distinguishable to her own ears.
He heard her, though, as his amethyst eyes met hers, a small frown forming on his full lips. "You've always been this way," Marik suddenly stated. "Small. Weak. Helpless. You've always attempted to fight, but you know you're not strong enough. You never were. No one could love you. Why would they want to?"
Janessa would have gasped if she could. "Why would you say such a thing?" she demanded as his words struck home, barely noticing her tongue was miraculously healed.
He grinned. "Because it's true. You know it is. You've always craved for someone to protect you. To aid you and lead you out of the darkness." Marik moved toward the bed, straddling her has his strenuous hands placed themselves by Janessa's head. "Let me be the one," he whispered gently, as his lips moved toward hers.
A slight gasp escaped her throat as Marik's lips gently covered hers, causing small fireworks of emotions to explode from the pit of her stomach as fire spread throughout her body. Janessa tensed, shuddering slightly as his muscular chest grinded against her bosom, his lips becoming more possessive as delight tingled through her mouth, traveling provocatively down her breasts.
The room's surrounding magically changed, as if the world decided to harmonize with their passion. The bed spread out its flimsy legs and became a king, crowned with glorious bed sheets and comforters. Janessa sank into the softness of her mattress as though the springs evaporated, Marik now moving down to kiss her neck.
Each time his lips grazed her skin Janessa shivered, either in fear or pleasure, she did not know. Tentatively, Janessa raised her arms and embraced him, feeling the strenuous muscles in his back move each time he stroked her thigh. She shivered again as she gave into his kisses, moaning against him as his warm lips devoured hers.
In the background like music, Janessa heard someone chanting her name. She didn't care though as she continued kissing Marik. Slowly, but gradually, her tongue began to hurt. Janessa gasped, looking up into Marik's startled amethyst eyes as he slowly vanished.
"Janessa. . . ? Janessa, wake up!" Groaning, Janessa turned her head slightly and felt sharp shoots of pain overwhelm her. She could see light filter through her closed eyelids in the form of red dots, and the dim heat it emitted relieved her anguish slightly.
"Janessa?" Again the harsh voice shattered her thoughts. She growled slightly as annoyance rose within her against the person. Gasping, she blanched as her tongue felt as if a hot poker was shoved through it. Salty tears sprung in her eyes, as a wave of blackness enveloped her head. "Jenna?" This time, the voice was accompanied by a rough hand gently wiping away sticky bangs from her sweat beaded forehead, and shook her shoulder gently.
Through half lidded eyes Janessa saw her father's blurry outline. Just a dream, she thought as her face strained with pain, and she again drifted into the blissful sleep of unconsciousness.
Adelianna: Anyway, since it's my birthday, reviews would be most appreciated. ^__~ They actually help me write. Reviews don't take long. Not as long as authors spent writing their story. It would be helpful to every author if everyone who read their work reviewed. Also, I wrote some new Yu-Gi-Oh stories if you want to check them out, as well as a Zoids fic if anyone likes Zoids. Have a great day! Ja ne!
*Oh yes. Yami Malik will be making an appearance pretty soon. ^^ I wouldn't leave him out. If Marik treats Janessa like this now, oh boy, she sure will be in trouble when his Yami shows up. I don't know what to call him though. . . Yami Malik, Yami Marik, Yami no Malik, Malik's evil side, Marik. . .