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Yami slowly blinked his eyes open to find himself once again alone in the bed of horrors. He hardly had to glance in the direction of the Chaise to confirm that that was where the Zombie had once again taken up his post.
Last night he had learned the terrible interpretation the shadows had taken of his own condition. Atemu got to determine when was the one night he wasn't allowed to say no. If he allowed Atemu to touch him outside of that one night it had no bearing on him not getting raped when it suited Atemu's desire.
The hardest part of being trapped here was there was nothing for Yami to do to occupy his time. Nothing for him to do to distract himself from his terrible situation. He couldn't go for a walk, he couldn't read a book, he couldn't talk to anyone (because the zombie does NOT count), and he couldn't draw. Literally the only thing he could do was lie here and stare up at the ceiling waiting for the next time Pharaoh decided to force himself upon him.
Talk about a bleak existence. Yami thought to himself. The zombie in an uncharacteristic act of kindness had allowed him to talk to Grandpa and Yugi. That had been beyond amazing and gave Yami a sliver of hope that Grandpa and Yugi could find some way to rescue him. Even though Yami knew realistically speaking it was practically impossible for them to find him he had to believe they would.
Yami was drawn from his musing by a platter being carried by shadows was set on the bed beside him. It contained fruits, bread and even some kind of meat. Looking at the meal made Yami's stomach turn. He hadn't really eaten a real meal in days and the last time he had eaten anything at all had been when he was Frenching the zombie with the grapes, not one of his proudest moments. Don't get him wrong he was hungry, extremely so but he also thought that if he ate that provided meal he would end up just vomiting it back up again.
Technically, all he should probably eat would be like a vegetable broth or something light like that to help his body readjust to getting food. At the same time this was also a battle of wills and if Yami ended up getting sick because he didn't eat the zombie would then be faced with two choices. He could A) allow Yami to die, which after everything he'd put Yami through thus far seemed like something that zombie would want to avoid. B) He could leave the confines of the burial chamber and seek assistance for Yami, which in theory would give Yami a chance to escape.
Or perhaps that plan was born from a combination of Yami's stubbornness and the desire to have his hunger serve a purpose. He'd eat when he was able to leave this godforsaken place. He'd eat when he could see Yugi and Grandpa again. He'd eat when he was free. And if Atemu decided to try and force feed him Yami would take great pleasure in spitting the food right back in his desiccated face.
So, Yami merely rolled over so he was facing the wall away from the food tray. He was not going to even acknowledge that it was there. No matter how good the unknown meat smelled. There was some kind of spice on the meat, Yami could clearly smell it but he couldn't identify what it was. Cumin perhaps? Yami thought.
The tray was once again brought into Yami's line of sight as the shadows carried to the tray over Yami to set it down right in front of his face. Yami shivered at the icy sensation of the shadows touching his skin. Not matter how many times that happened he would never be able to get used to it. Yami gave the tray a brief glare before he rolled back over, again turning away from the tray. Take a hint already, I'm not hungry. I'm not going to eat. Go feed the zombie. Yami growled in his head.
You must eat Wife of Pharaoh.
Yami snorted. I refuse. Like I said, go bug Pharaoh.
You cannot refuse Wife of Pharaoh. You. Must. Eat.
"I don't have to do anything. I'm not eating and that's final." Yami growled.
"Eat." Came the authoritative snap from across the room. Yami turned and shot the zombie a glare. Atemu still hadn't looked up from that damn parchment. There was not much that got more on Yami's nerves more than the fact that Atemu truly believed that he had the right to order Yami around.
"No." Yami replied, his voice flat and borderline casual like he was completely dismissing the order Atemu had issued. If you think you can order me around you have another thing coming your heartless monster. You are not my superior. You are not my king or anything like that. You have no power or no authority over me.
The zombie glanced up from the parchment he had been studying, locking his glowing orbs with Yami's determined narrow violet eyes. "I believe I told you to eat. I will not tell you again." Atemu replied, his voice taking on a slightly sterner tone. When Atemu spoke the shadows once again carried the tray to that it rested directly in front of Yami.
Yami shot Atemu a cheeky smirk before he grasped the tray in his hands. The tray was made of brass however he could not make out what was probably a fancy design because he was covered in food. The meat as Yami looked at looked like it might have been quail or something like that. The meat looked juicy and somehow or another actually appeared to be warm almost like it was freshly cooked. The bread was a round loaf and there was an assortment of fruits. Such a pity all this food was going to go to waste. Yami thought to himself before he threw the tray off the bed towards Atemu.
The food went flying. And to Yami's great satisfaction that juicy, succulent meant landed right on the self-declared god in desiccated flesh's lap. The grapes landed just short of Atemu's chaise and the bread bounced along the floor. The dates scattered, some landing on the chaise, some on the floor. And one smacking Atemu right in the face. Yami could not have asked for a better result.
For a moment time seemed to freeze with the only thing moving was the bread as it continued to bounce along the floor before he finally came to a stop. Atemu slowly set his parchment aside, keeping his glowing gaze locked with Yami's victorious smirking face. Without a question Yami had ticked Atemu off, which had been the point. Atemu reached down and grabbed the, Yami still thought it was quail, off his lap gripping it tightly in his hand so that more of the juice dribbled down Atemu's fingers and even ran down his forearm.
Then Atemu rose to his feet and began stalking across the room, his eyes burning with rage as he continued to approach Yami. There was no trace of amusement. Just rage. Yet for some reason Yami was not afraid of him. He had said it before and he would say it again, there was nothing Atemu couldn't do to Yami that he had not already. He had lived through hell and continued to do so. Continued to survive. Atemu could do his worst.
Atemu had finally reached the bed, the temperature had plunged and it seemed like the light was literally getting sucked out of the room.
"How dare you?" Atemu growled, his blood red eyes flashing in the almost pitch black room.
Yami shot Atemu a defiant look, "I don't take orders from you." Yami declared.
Again time seemed to freeze as the two just glared at one another. Neither man nor monster wanted to be the first to blink. The only sound that could be heard was Atemu's angered exhales and the squelch as he squeezed the meat he still had clenched tightly in his hand.
"Bind him." Atemu declared.
The shadows sprang to life and Yami felt himself bodily be lifted off the bed, his hands secured above his head, his feet secured to the floor by ropes made of unyielding icy shadows. Atemu threw the quail onto the bed before he stalked back over the chaise, taking a seat on the chaise.
"I will teach you to obey me if it is the last thing I ever do. So help me you will NEVER disrespect me like this again." Atemu growled.
Yami rolled his eyes, "I'm shaking with fear." Yami sarcastically muttered.
Atemu laughed, it was a dark, almost evil sounding laugh. Yami had never heard anyone laugh like that in his entire life and for some reason that worried him. Not that he'd ever tell the bastard that. "Oh, you will be. Believe me Wife, you will be."
"Bring it." Yami challenged. He tried to pull his hands free from the shadow's icy grip but they held firm. The grip was so cold it was actually starting to burn. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up with frost bite once he was finally released. But it would be worth it if he could finally prove to Atemu that he couldn't control him.
Suddenly in a dark corner of the room a figure appeared. The figure was about six feet tall with massive muscles. However, the figure did not appear remotely human. It had a skull for a head and seemed to be missing skin in the torso since you could clearly see the entire bony structure of its massive ribcage. Yami was prevented from observing the figure further because at that moment one of the shadow strands slipped down and wrapped itself securely around Yami's eyes, blindfolding him.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Now all Yami could hear was the steady thud of the monster's feet as it walked closer and closer to his bound form. What is Atemu playing at? Does he really think summoning some monster and blindfolding me is going to scare me? He has another thing coming if he thinks this is going to work.
Suddenly the footsteps came to a stop. Yami was confused until he felt himself moving. The shadows binding him were dragging him across the room, further away from the damned bed and more into the middle of the room closer to the Zombie's favored Chaise. He had no idea where the monster was or what purpose he served but Yami really didn't care. The monster was solely there as an intimidation tactic, nothing more, nothing less. And Yami refused to be intimidated.
"You will learn to respect me Wife. Because if you disrespect me again, you will know this is only a warning of what will be coming to you." Atemu hissed. For a moment everything was quiet before Atemu said, "Begin."
Yami almost asked begin what before what Atemu was talking about was made abundantly clear when there was a white hot burning sensation across his back as he was struck unexpectedly with a whip on the back, the crack of the whip coming after it had struck. Yami bit his tongue as hard as he could to keep from yelling out in pain. He refused to give Atemu the satisfaction of hearing him cry out.
The monster struck Yami with the whip in quick succession another nine times and Yami could feel his blood running down his back in rivets. His back literally felt like it was on fire. He also had bit his tongue so hard he could taste blood in his mouth.
"Will you obey me and show me the respect that I am owed?" Atemu inquired. Yami could just picture the sadistic bastard in his mind, his leg hanging off the side of the chaise as he took a sip of his fucking wine just watching as Yami was being whipped. That smug smirk on his face.
"Fuck you." Yami growled before spitting in what he guessed was Atemu's direction, spitting out some of the blood that had pooled in his mouth.
Atemu did not reply but apparently he had made some kind of signal because the monster had started whipping him again, the strikes weren't as slow or deliberate and Yami didn't know it was possible to feel agony like this. It literally felt like his skin was being shredded off his back. He screamed.
He screamed. He yelled and he could feel tears sliding down his face. He was in so much pain he literally could not think straight.
Just as suddenly as the barrage had begun it also ended without warning leaving Yami hanging limply from his aching wrists, sobbing.
"We can do this all day Wife, it really is up to you." Atemu drawled. And again Yami could picture his cocky, victorious smirk. Yami wanted nothing more than to knock his fucking teeth in. "Now are we going to stop now and you agree to obey me or would you have us continue? The choice is yours wife. It doesn't matter to me either way. In fact I find your screams to be quite beautiful." Pharaoh taunted.
Yami tried to catch his breath as his mind raced. His back was on fire. He was in so much pain, not to mention the blood he had swallow he thought he was going to vomit. What would Grandpa do? Yami thought to himself.
He pictured Grandpa Motou staring at him, shaking his head. "Yami, my boy I told you time and time again that your stubbornness was going to come back and bite you in the ass. Yugi and I can't rescue you if you don't survive long enough for us to find you. What is winning this game with the monster going to prove? He's losing nothing by sitting there in the chair jerking off to your screaming in agony while you're getting yourself whipped to death. All you are doing is suffering for the sake of suffering. For once in your life let your pride go. Concede. For your own good Yami, give in. You don't have to believe it, you don't have to listen to him. You don't have to agree with what the monster says but tell him you will. Survive." Grandpa pleaded.
"I'm waiting wife. If you don't reply soon I'll take your silence as defiance and have my whip master continue." Atemu stated.
This was the point where Yami lost his battle with his stomach and vomited. For someone who hadn't eaten much in days it was surprising how much his stomach regurgitated leaving a burning sensation in his throat thanks to the stomach bile. Worse still there was no water to rinse his mouth or sooth the burning in his throat.
"This is your final request. Are we continuing? Or do you want to stop?" Atemu asked.
"Fine. You win Atemu. I'll obey you." Yami said as he gasped for breath. I'll obey you and play by your sadistic rules just long enough for Yugi and Grandpa to find me. As soon as they do its game over for you. See how much you like screaming when you're the one being tortured?
"Clean him up." Atemu ordered and if Yami didn't know any better he sounded disappointed that Yami had not chosen to continue. How sick is that? Yami thought to himself.
Then again Yami should have known better than to expect that Atemu would let that be the end of it. He always had to be the one who won. Yami was reminded of this when a large hand roughed dragged a piece of cloth along his shredded back. Yami screamed yet again. The monster didn't even pause as he continued to 'clean' Yami's back. The cloth he was using was dry which meant it stuck to the blood which was trying to coagulate on his back making each rough stroke excruciatingly painful. After the monster had swiped the cloth along Yami's back for the fourth time Yami was in so much pain he vomited again. He actually thought he might pass out. The only thing he could register was pain.
Fortunately, the fact the monster had such large hands helped because he only wiped along Yami's back a total of six times before he was apparently satisfied that Yami had been sufficiently cleaned up. Yami then felt cloth once again being pressed against his wounds however this time it was more like the wounds were being wrapped since the cloth was going around his torso. The bandages were tight and pressed harshly down on the wounds making them burn almost as bad as the whipping itself had.
Before Yami knew it the monster was done and Yami was once again flying through the air however to his horror he soon discovered his final destination when the shadows finally released him and his back collided harshly with the mattress. Yami screamed the loudest he had so far as he quickly rolled onto his side and for the third time vomited, this time off the side of the bed. His whole body was shaking and he was hardly able to brace himself on his arms as he vomited.
The room now stank of both vomit and blood. For some reason Yami almost thought that pungent smell was worse than the smell of sweat and sex although he wouldn't put it past the zombie to try and combine all four smells together.
Yami allowed his eyes to slip shut, his head was spinning. When he finally forced his eyes back open it was to see the shadows were once again holding a tray laden with food just in front of his face. It was once again covered in quail, bread and fruits.
"Eat." Atemu ordered, Yami glanced briefly in Atemu's direction and saw he was now sitting on the edge of the chaise, a goblet of Yami guessed wine, in his hand, his eyes locked on Yami like he was anticipating a fight and looking for a reason to cause Yami more pain. Sadistic bastard.
Yami glared in Atemu's direction before he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. God every time he moved or even breathed a new white hot pain would shoot through him. The shadows moved the tray so it was floating directly in front of Yami. His aching stomach churned at the sight of food and Yami had to close his eyes as he tried to will the nausea to pass.
Yami reached a shaking hand out and picked up the loaf of bread. Bread was bland and probably would be the least likely think to upset his stomach more than it already had been. Yami took a bite. The bread did not taste like the bread his grandfather used to buy at the store it was grittier almost like there was sand that had gotten into the dough.
Yami forced himself to eat the bread even though his stomach continued to protest strongly against the idea. It felt like it took Yami forever to eat the bread. Once the bread was gone Yami tried to push the tray away from him. He couldn't eat anything else, not without it making him ill.
"Wife, you need to eat everything on that tray." Atemu ordered lazily.
Yami couldn't. He wasn't even being defiant at this point, he physically could not eat the rest of the food, not without making himself sick.
"I can't." Yami whispered.
"You'll have to speak up louder my dear. I didn't quite hear you." Atemu said.
"I said I can't eat it. If I tried I wouldn't be able to keep it down." Yami said louder. Admitting he couldn't do something wasn't easy to do even in this situation.
Atemu shook his head as he slowly rose to his feet, "Tut, tut tut my dear. I warned you that there would be dire consequences if you didn't do as I said. I told you to eat everything on that tray. And yet, even after the demonstration earlier you still have the gall to tell me no." Atemu stated as he once again stalked towards the bed.
Much to Yami's disgust Atemu's approach this time brought a shiver of fear. Not that he would ever admit it but he was really worried about what Atemu was going to do.
"Had you not thrown the food I was kind enough to provide you with back in my face I might have accepted your feeble excuse of not being able to eat it due to your stomach not cooperating. Now I will not since I know this is actually just another form of defiance that I still need to break you of. Clearly, you are not done learning your lesson." Atemu said as he finally reached the bed, the shadows moved the side, taking the tray with them so Atemu could crawl up onto the bed unhindered. The way the zombie moved it almost reminded Yami of a jungle cat stalking its prey.
Yami tried to scoot back, away from the approaching monster but his body still protested heavily against moving. This meant Yami was not able to move away quickly enough before Atemu was able to grab a hold of Yami's ankle.
The monster grabbed Yami's ankle and pulled Yami harshly forward, disrupting Yami's center of balance and making him harshly collide with the mattress once again.
Yami screamed in agony as his back once again was pressed against the mattress. Atemu smirked in triumph as he crawled up Yami and settled his weight fully upon Yami's body pressing him more firmly against the mattress. A mattress that might as well have been made up of nails instead of feathers for as much pain as it was causing Yami to be lying flat on his back.
Yami felt tears begin to stream down his face. He wished he was strong enough to stop them, to not give Atemu the satisfaction to see he was suffering but try as he might he could not stop himself from crying in pain.
"Have I mentioned how much your screams of pain excite me?" Atemu purred, his face mere inches from Yami's own.
No. No no no no no no not that, not now. No he couldn't. Yami thought to himself. He didn't think he would be able to bare going through that with as much as his back was on fire. "You can't." Yami whispered. He could deny Atemu, in the terms of their contract he had the right to tell Atemu to stop.
Atemu gave Yami a smug grin. "Oh, but Yami I can. After all, as I told you last night today is the start of a new week. Besides, punishment is not the same as coupling and you will never have the right to refuse a punishment you fully deserve. You can tell me no all you want. Frankly, I don't care. You will learn to obey me if it is the last thing I ever teach you." Atemu said.
"You're sick." Yami hissed.
Atemu smirked, "No, I am your husband. Your King and your God. You will respect me and you will obey me no matter what I say or when I say it."
"And what torturing me is going to teach me to obey you. That's not going to teach me anything." Yami growled.
Atemu's smirk broadened, "Oh, I disagree. You see pain has a way of taming the defiant mind. Pain is a powerful teacher. Its lessons are not ones forgotten easily." And with that being said Atemu forced Yami's thighs apart and began to settle between them.
"Please, please stop. I'll eat." Yami pleaded at this moment he probably would have said anything to make Atemu stop and that realization disgusted him. He was stronger than this. The pain he was in should not have been enough to make he want to bend to Atemu.
But the fact that Atemu could go for hours terrified Yami.
Master the Ishtar's request an audience with you.
"Show them in and tell them I will be with them when I am done correcting my wife. But I would warn them to make themselves comfortable. My wife is stubborn after all and it will probably take me several hours to make sure this lesson has time to fully sink in." Atemu replied.
"No, Atemu, no please." Yami pleaded.
Out to the corner of his eye Yami could see and her brother, Marik Yami thought his name was walk into the room. However, all thoughts of anything other than what Atemu was doing were driven from his mind as Atemu harshly thrust in slamming Yami back down harshly onto the mattress as he did so making Yami scream his loudest yet.