So many people hate the thought of Yugi being violated! I do too! -.- But I am glad you guys enjoyed the short chapter. So many GREAT reviews, and even some of you guys urging me to update again today. I will gladly oblige. Haha. ^.^ I'm sorry to those of you who didn't want me to go there, but I think it was necessary for what follows. It also evokes some reaction in you, and that's kinda what a writer is going for in the first place. There's no better way to piss off Yami, wouldn't you agree? Enjoy this…slightly graphic chapter, and I apologize in advance. O.o
-Mystie
Chapter 12:
Yugi was broken.
He was absolutely torn and ripped apart from the inside out. After the first time Marik had violated him, Yugi had still been able to hold onto the slightest bit of optimism. He was in immense pain from head to toe, but at least it was over, and he remembered that Yami was surely on his way. He could make Yugi forget. He could make the pain go away….and he would make Marik pay. Then, after the second time, Yugi felt his hope slipping into nothingness, and he could only feel the aching of his body and shame. It hurt—it hurt more than he could ever imagine—but what seemed to hurt more was that Marik had stolen something he could never get back, something that didn't belong to him. He felt dirty and tainted and wrong, and he worried vaguely if he would ever be able to give himself to Yami now.
If Yami was even coming for him.
Now Marik was moving in for the third round, and Yugi could tell this was now more than revenge on Yami. It was no longer fueled by retribution, but by an apparent insatiable lust. Marik never cleaned himself up, evidence of the last two sets of activity still all around them. He was moist with sweat, his eyes glowing. Yugi could only turn his head to the side as he began to plant kisses down his neck. He had given up trying to fight him off. The ropes now bit into his bloodied wrists. He jumped when Marik sunk his teeth in the area between his neck and shoulder, biting on it without restraint. This was nothing like when Yami nibbled on his skin, where the pain was also pleasurable. This was a sharp, piercing pain, and he felt Marik break the skin as blood began to trickle down his bare chest. Yugi almost vomited when he started to hastily lap up the blood with his tongue. When he had licked the wound clean—his lips and tongue red with blood—he jammed his tongue down Yugi's throat and poked and poked at the inside of his cheeks. Yugi felt himself getting nauseous as he tasted the iron-like hint of his own blood. Eventually, Marik moved from his mouth down to his chest and nipples. It was odd that it had once felt like ecstasy when it had been Yami's lips on him, yet now it almost felt like knives cutting through his sensitive skin.
He did begin to panic when Marik straddled his chest and scooted towards his face. No, no, no! The last two times, Marik had been content on making Yugi stroke him with his bound hand until he was prepared to abuse him. Now he wanted more, and Yugi was terrified. Marik squatted above him, holding Yugi's head still, and then forced his mouth open with his member. Before Yugi could react, it was shoved down his throat. It was salty and bitter as Marik slid in and out of his mouth, and Yugi suspected that it was a mixture of sweat and his own fluids. Marik let out a savage sound when he pushed so far that Yugi gagged, and tears rolled down his cheeks and mixed with the saliva dripping down his chin. He continued to make Yugi choke several times in a row, and Yugi figured that he had to calm down and breathe out of his nose or else he would suffocate. Marik pumped in and out several more times before pulling out completely, staring down at a coughing Yugi. He smiled at the sight. He moved back down to Yugi's waist, spreading his limp legs. Yugi plead for the first time since the first rape, begging for Marik to stop. He only laughed.
"Oh, you are awake," he said. "That's good. It was beginning to feel like screwing a dead fish."
"P-p-please, Marik," Yugi begged. "You don't have to do this again."
"Oh I know," Marik replied curtly. "Once would have been enough to shatter your precious Yami." He adjusted his member between Yugi's quivering legs. "But it's not about him anymore." With that, he shoved himself inside of Yugi, and Yugi cried out hoarsely. His whimpers melted with Marik's moans, and he hung his head limply to the side, his eyes shut tight as Marik continued his onslaught. Yugi forced his eyes open to a slit, looking past Marik towards the exit. He was so close, but so far away. Suddenly he saw the shaking outline of a figure in the doorway.
"YUGI!"
Yami…was lost.
And frustrated.
And infuriated and discouraged and worried and absolutely terrified.
Marik's and Yugi's scent had led him far from Domino city limits. It would have taken three or four hours for a human in a car to get as far as he had in a seemingly short amount of time. Marik must have been toying with him, for the scent led him in and endless circles for quite some time before he realized the pattern. He must have been trying to keep him preoccupied, and Yami tried not to think about why. A million scenarios ran through his head as he stopped to catch his breath and think, and none of them ended well for his little one. It was now just past ten, and Marik could have done anything to Yugi by now.
To top off his luck, the scent had been almost completely washed away by the rain that had recently picked up. He was so sick of all these spring storms. They weren't just annoying; they were hindering his rescue of Yugi. His search had led him away from any kind of communities or homes—it had been miles since he had even seen signs of people at all. The road he was on was no longer paved, but gravel and rocky. He was coming up on an abandoned industrial area in the distance. He squinted his eyes for a better look. It was lined with old, deserted factories and power plants and a string of several dilapidated warehouses. The trees that had probably once stood tall were nothing but stumps now. The whole area reeked of rotting, wet wood, mold, and dissolving chemicals. Yami's eyes widened slightly. There was another smell, faint but present. It must have been strong enough at one point for Yami to be able to pick up on it through the rain. Yami inhaled deeply. Yugi! Yami shot towards the industrial region, wondering fearfully all the way why Yugi's emotions were so intense that he could suddenly pick up on his scent. He must have been feeling extreme emotions, like anger or depression.
Or terror, Yami realized.
He came to a stop in the middle of the ring of old buildings. He could pick up on Yugi's scent even more now. He was close. He could be hidden in any of these structures, which meant that Marik probably wasn't too far away, either. He could even be watching him at that very moment. Yami had to be careful. If he was captured, then he would be in no position to save his Yugi. He lurked around the expanse, frequently checking behind himself to assure he wasn't being followed. The scent got stronger and stronger, until he had figured out exactly where it was coming from. It was a small warehouse, dark and dank. His ears picked up on two voices. There was grunting and groaning mixed with small weeps and whimpers. Yami emerged from the dark into the light of the warehouse, fully taking in the source of the voices. His eyes immediately blackened as he let out an animalistic roar.
"YUGI!"
Okay, before you kill me, it was just as hard for me to write as it was for you to read. Keep that in mind, and I hope you still send me sweet reviews. ^.^
-Mystie
