Chapter Three: The Tie That Binds Us
"Mmm, you taste simply divine." murmured Yami, trailing his tongue across my flesh in order to slurp up the heavy rainfall from my eyes.
"Stop it! Stop this now!" I demanded, wriggling beneath him like a worm on a fisherman's hook.
"Since when did you call the shots around here?" he asked, stripping me of my shirt.
"It's my body!" I cried defiantly, still squirming fiercely in his clutches "I should be able to do whatever I want with it without anyone infringing on my personal space!"
"And you expect me to believe that?" came the mechanical reply, extremely uncaring. "What kind of ill-mannered logic is that?"
"It's not 'ill-mannered logic,' it's the truth!"
Laughing softly, the older person shook his head. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet to a degree below zero, causing the very air around us to resemble arctic weather. Pharaoh's pleasure always ended up turning into my worst nightmare, a sort of endless darkness that haunted me even when I carried out my daily activities in daylight hours. Placing his head only inches away from mine, he stared me straight in the eye. Demented purple-red orbs captured my magenta ones, forcing my vision to see only the impassive soul inhabiting my master's body.
"Truth is a perception." intoned my captor, his hot breath blistering my cheek. "Not everyone can handle it, so they turn to sugar-coated lies and hide in their own self-generated fantasies to keep their sanity intact."
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Can you handle the truth, Little One?" he shot back without answering my question. "Do you own as much courage as you think you do in that chibi-sized structure of yours?"
Slowly moving my head up and down, I replied, "I'm ready for whatever you've got, you psychopath."
Eyeing me cautiously, Yugioh inquired once more, "Are you sure you're up for this? This is something that is literally going to stick in your mind forever--"
"Just spit it out already." I snapped, tired of playing his gruesome games.
A smile of deadly perfection spread across his lips, tremendously darkening his expression.
"I've always loved you, Honey Buns." began the ruler of Egypt, gently stroking my hair. "You don't know how many nights went by of me lying awake in my bed, dreaming of having you in my arms. I'd imagine you were my special servant, bending down in front of me on all fours while begging me to hurt you. Nothing gave me greater joy than sharing those dark desires with you, gnawing on your frame like a delectable dessert. Your blood, screams, cries, the way you gripped the mattress in pure pain…all seems like a romantic dream to me." confessed the shadowy spirit, his eyes sparkling like a schizophrenic who had just broken out of the mental asylum they had been locked up in. Chuckling lightly, he added, "Fairytales are truly wonderful, aren't they? After all, I guess you're proof that dreams really do come true."
Before another sentence was vocalized, the King of Games suckled on various parts of my abdomen. Red splotches appeared on my skin after he was through with each section of it, making my body look as if I had been caught in a beehive. Working his way downwards, he nibbled on the flesh surrounding my navel, leaving shiny streaks everywhere he went. Stunned by his damaging speech, I ceased to resist his advances. Yugioh was bound and determined to have his way with me, no matter what the consequences were. He didn't care if someone caught him in the act. Yami didn't mind me telling someone else about what was really going on between us. Quite honestly, he didn't even give a damn if I turned him over to the authorities for hard time in prison. All he wanted to do was dry screw me for as long as he could keep me in his grasp. Even if I had killed myself before he could stop me, that wouldn't have put an end to anything. Somewhere, deep down in the gloomy recesses of my heart, I knew that my millennium spirit would never let go of me--not even in death. I knew that he was psychotic enough to take himself out just to follow me to the boundaries of eternity. No matter where I'd go or what I'd do, he would always be there, watching over my shoulder in the tie that binds us.
Cutting the last threads of my sanity loose, I chanted continuously to myself, /He'll find me…he'll always find me…/
/Everything's gone
All so tragic
The same old song
Moody magic /