Chapter 2-

Building a Mystery

-Sarah McLachlan

You come out at night, that's when the energy comes

And the dark side's light and the vampires roam

You strut your Rasta wear and your suicide poem

And a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came

You're building a mystery...

Such an entity, a mystery within myself. He loves the dark, and violence.

Even if he did begin as someone else, how could he become another part of me? He's... masochistic, deriving pleasure from his own pain and suffering. And also from my own suffering.

You live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls

And you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls

You wear sandals in the show and a smile that won't wash away

Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way

He uses me as a guise for his hatred, hides behind me whenever he causes suffering. He hurts my friends and uses me as a shield, then uses me to get what he wants, material or otherwise.

He abuses me, strikes me viciously without rhyme or reason.

He steals everything from me; my life, my freedom, my innocence.

Oh you're so beautiful with an edge and a charm

But so careful when I'm in your arms

Cause you're working, building a mystery, and choosing so carefully

I scream in pain while he laughs mercilessly, cruelly. He uses me for his own wants and desires, that I cannot stress enough. I'm only his pawn, slave.

Since receiving that Ring, my life has been hell. It used to be so normal... but no, no longer. Father thought he was giving me a little trinket, but he accidentally gave me the cause of destruction.

You woke up screaming loud, a prayer from your secret god

You feed off our fears, hold back your tears

Give us a tantrum and a know-it-all grin just when we need one when the evening's thin

I'm still wounded from our last encounter. Bruises color my chest and shoulders, bite marks adorn my neck. It's always night, when it suits him best. He just appears, cold and dark eyes glaring. Loose clothing wrapped around his gaunt but hard body.

I try reasoning with him, asking why he hurts me, why he seems to hide everything within. It only makes him angrier.

My god, it's almost sunset.

Oh you're so beautiful, a beautiful fucked up man

You're setting up your razor wire shrine

Cause you're working, building a mystery, holding on and holding it in

Yeah you're working, building a mystery...

He's going to come, I know it. He always does and will. He'll call me a weak fool, physically hurt me, and then abuse me.

I can't run, I've tried, but he found me anyway. The pain was twice as bad, driving me into madness, pleasuring him. Pray for me.

I know, I know, it took forever! But I had lost my original version of Chapter 1-3, and I didn't want to revert to another thing... and I'll try being a good girl from now on. What, finishing this and my slew of Seto/Ryou fics... **sigh** Authors never get a break, do they?