Chapter Four: Cat's Cradle
"Give yourself to me." demanded Yami, leering at my powerless frame with lust-crazed eyes.
Head hanging between my shoulders, I replied hollowly, "Yes of course, Pharaoh. Just tell me your wishes and I shall carry them out."
Hooking a thumb and forefinger around my chin, Yugioh pulled my line of sight up to be level with his. Eerie amethyst eyes searched my magenta ones, trying to detect any signs of mistruth in them. His violet orbs were like twin scalpels, cutting open the valves of my heart to dissect my true intentions. Staring at him blankly, I breathed in long, shallow breaths. There was nothing left in my mind, no sign of life in my soul to produce. Empty and devoid of any human traits, I awaited my master's commands.
Doubting my suddenly docile appearance, the ruler of the Nile spoke in an aggressive manner. "You know what I think of liars, my pet."
"I know. Individuals like those receive nothing but a high degree of hatred from you."
"And…?"
"And you believe that all those who distort the truth deserve to have their tongues cut out."
"Very good." said the taller person, commending me for my ability to recall one of his lunatic statements. "You're precisely right."
Stretching his arm out behind himself, the king of games patted the bathroom counter. Questing fingertips of his rapped against the various items strewn around the sink, pushing aside whatever got in their way. Everything from eye shadow to emery boards crashed to the tiles below, some of the make-up containers shattering on impact. Wild sprays of the colored powders smeared themselves all over the floor, creating a rainbow of ruined goods. Finally, when most of the soaps, bath gels, and toothbrushes were cleared from their previous positions around the water faucet, a metallic ring reverberated throughout the living area. Yami's hand gripped a shiny silver object, slender in width and moderately long in length. Looking as though he had struck a gold mine, the giddy maniac retrieved the contraption he was holding. An awful sound of metal scraping the granite surface could be heard, forcing me to grimace as a natural reaction.
With a flash of steel, the shadowy spirit grabbed my jaw. Prying my mouth open with the majestic blade, he strategically placed the knife under my tongue.
Staring me down with a cold calculating gaze, he said, "This is your last chance, hikari. I advise you to choose your next words carefully, since they just might be your last."
By the way he addressed me, I could tell that he meant business. He was no longer trying to see if I would crack under the pressure of his threats, for his usual condescending smirk had left his lips long ago. Underneath Yami's façade of playful trickery was a spirit so demented, so totally twisted that it must have been derived from hell's darkest pits. I was even willing to bet that Lucifer himself coveted my older counterpart's evil mannerisms.
Knowing that these phrases could be my final ones, I uttered, "I am yours and yours alone. Please allow me to adhere to your every order so that I may prove to you how good I can be."
Narrowing his eyes, the taller person viewed my features skeptically. "Are you asking for me to take you?"
"Yes." I nodded, sealing my own fate. "After all, you wanted a servant, right?"
The possessed grin returned to his mouth, stretching his lips into an expression of primal desire. Purple-red orbs glistened with the promise of witnessing blood being spilled just for the purpose of eye candy. Aroused by my small speech, he emitted a feral growl.
"My special servant…" murmured Yugioh, fingering my tri-colored mane in awkward passion. "How I've longed for this moment in time to come. What should we do first?"
"Anything you want." I droned, no real depth or quality present in my voice.
Inflamed by my obedient answer, he fisted my gothic hair savagely. Bringing himself to a standing position, Yami dusted himself off and dragged me across the bathroom tiles. Exhausted and fatigued from lack of food and sleep, I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to comprehend what was going on. Everything within my vision was spinning, reeling out of control like wild waves slamming against the banks of my mind. Nothing was going right, everything was a mess, and my bare body felt as if it was set on fire by the harsh fashion in which it was being handled. Nevertheless, my petite structure continued to hang on, helplessly watching as it was subjected to severe brutality.
All at once, my little frame was picked up and thrown onto the springy mattress in the bedroom. I was thankful that the burning sensation on my backside was beginning to fade, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stay comfortable for long. Though I craved some basic nutrition and many hours of rest, those simple needs of mine would have to be put off once more. The king of Thebes did not bring me into his own private quarters to tuck me underneath the covers, sing me a lullaby, or even just to leave me alone. He had turned into an animal, exhibiting behavior similar to that of a large feline. While I was the carcass lying barely conscious on the comforter, he was the lion, toying with his catch of the day. More than anything, Yami loved to play with his food. Poking and prodding at his fresh meat, he was highly amused by the pool of red that oozed out of his victim. It wouldn't take him long to sink his teeth into me, either. After all, the best part of a hunt is eating what you kill.
"Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree tops…" sang my master happily, jumping on the bed after me. Molding his body into a position like that of a crouching tiger, he started to unbuckle the belt at the base of his throat. "When the wind blows, the cradle will rock."
Involuntarily shuddering, I thought silently, /Creepy…that was the same song that Jou-chan and I used to sing together at recess time in kindergarten. Why does my millennium spirit have to take away everything that I hold so precious and dear in my heart? /
Onyx leather slid to the carpet, the ruler of the Nile carelessly letting his garments fall without bothering to hang them up. It was obvious that he had more important things wearing on his mind other than the location of his clothes. Fully exposed now, the sight of Yugioh completely undressed stole the air from my lungs. Even though the violet-eyed pharaoh was a formidable foe, the size of his frame paled in comparison to that of his nasty reputation. Lanky and lean in his structure, the master duelist bore a strong resemblance to the shy science pros at my school that were constantly bullied. If a guidance counselor had bumped into my darker counterpart in the halls, they would probably have mistaken him for someone battling an eating disorder. I wanted nothing more than to vocalize these observations, but I held my tongue. Yami could still be in the mood to cut that piece of flesh out of my mouth, so I dared not to make a sound.
Locking his most piercing gaze on me, the king of games crawled towards me with his nails extended. "When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall…"
Gathering up all the strength my small body had in it, I tried to escape his on-coming assault, but I couldn't. My back was already pressed up against the wall, with nowhere to run or hide. Now he was ready to taste his target, tracing the edges of his lips with a salivating tongue. When he was within striking distance of me, he leapt up in the air, pouncing me as the end result. My head bounced on the hard surface of the wall, terrible throbbing vibrations channeling themselves throughout my petite frame. Suddenly, my vision morphed itself into something like a whirlwind, blending everything in the area into a jumbled abstract painting. Disoriented by the radical pain I was experiencing, I collapsed to my side in an attempt to grasp my bearings. Clasping my temples with shaky hands, the first thing I saw when my sight came back to me was Yami's horrible grin, his untamed amethyst orbs shining with incredible excitement.
Ecstatic that he had landed directly on top of me, Pharaoh purred into my ear, "And down will come baby, cradle in all."
As soon as his unpredictable nursery rhyme ended, the sadistic individual cut off my path of oxygen by engulfing my lips with his. Unwanted skin shoved itself over mine, making it horrible for me to breathe. Something wet and warm was exploring the caverns of my mouth, licking its way over my teeth and to every space in between. Shocked by the chills traveling up and down my spine, I remained frozen in Yami's grip.
/Oh, gods, this is my first kiss! / my mind mourned, icy reality tearing my emotions apart. /No! This wasn't supposed to happen this way! It's not right! I wanted Joey to be the one I gave myself to, not this soulless demon! Someone, make him stop, make him go away! It's just not fair…none of this is! /
A sharp stinging sensation was brought to the side of my face, the flesh on my cheek burning hotly like a bad sunburn. Wicked teeth gnawed on my collarbone, biting the length of my neck and chest. I couldn't help but let a few crystal drops slip down my visage, knowing what was next after this. Joey was the one I cared about, the one I adored so very much in my worthless existence. He was the person I wanted to lay in front of or do all the work for, whichever came first. His wishes were my dreams, my candy fantasies, the divine dessert that I sought to live for. I needed that happy-go-lucky spirit around me so that I could forget everyone and thing that was bothering me. Those arms of his was my primary desire, a place that would keep me sheltered and warm without any fears of Yami getting between us. Knowing that my dreams were just some mystical illusions my mind invented just to keep myself sane, I whimpered softly to myself.
"There, there," soothed my slave driver with surprising compassion, "it can't hurt that much for you." Pausing in his violent lovemaking, he lapped up the river of anguish on my visage. "Don't be so sensitive."
Roughly rubbing the curves of my chest, he drew his legs around my waist. Hardened anatomy worked its way into my passage, driving a shrill cry from my throat. Wishing to witness the corruption of innocence firsthand, Yugioh seized my wrists in his power-hungry palms and forced himself inside of me as much as he could. My cries evolved into high-pitched screams, the sounds of pure terror became the hell bound tune that my captor rocked and thrust to. Feeling as though my body was being split in two, I gripped the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Through the tears I could see lines of mortal red drip across the inside of my thighs, the sickening substance was a vile replacement for lubricant. Deep lusty movements of Pharaoh's slashed intimate parts of me open, causing irreparable damage to all that was attached to me. Believing my sharp yelps to be sounds of pure pleasure, the abusive spirit increased the width of his smile. He showed no sign of stopping, for he would keep on slamming into me as long as he pleased. I am his slave, his collared bitch, the captive that is bound by manacles and chains to serve him food any time he wished. This wasn't even my life anymore…it was his. He had me, possessed me, and, in the end, dominated me just like he promised.
/And he claims to have feelings for me…are his actions truly affectionate? / I wondered idly, desperately trying to liberate my mind from the events taking place. /Is passion supposed to be this harmful and constricting? Do my daydreams of uncomplicated love making even exist in this world, or are my thoughts on this topic too idealistic? /
I didn't know the answers to any of my questions, nor did I care to. Those philosophical debates were verbal contests that were for the more brave of heart and courageous of spirit. In all honestly, I feared the responses to my dilemmas. What if there were more individuals that held Yami's convictions as the truth? Could there be countless souls in this realm that want to subject their friends and family to exotic rituals to feed the darkness of their hearts?
But then there was Jonouchi…the bouncy blond that had been my best friend forever now. He never made me regret being born or ridiculed me for my petite size. Matter of fact, I don't ever recall him saying anything negative to me ever since we found each other. Joey was impulsive as hell, but entertaining nonetheless. That's what made him such an interesting character, his attributes of spontaneous ness and recklessness. We always had fun together, just me and him, doing what we wanted to do when we desired to without anyone's permission. The tall street raised teenager was brash in attitude and smart enough to get himself out of precarious situations, traits that I envied whole-heartedly. At the same time, Jou-chan could be extraordinarily warm and compassionate, too. He was always beside me to mend my wounds, brush the tears from my face, and help me up when I was down. No one was better at playing video games, cooking scrumptious meals, or fixing sad dispositions. When things went wrong or I got depressed, I immediately felt revived with romantic fantasies of my close comrade.
/But Joey deserves better than me…besides, who wants a disgusting whore as a lover? No one. No one, not even my sympathetic classmate, would have room in their heart for me. I'm just a used toy, some disgusting prostitute that no one really gives a damn about. /
"Oh, Katsuya…why can't you love me?" I cried into the shadows of the cradle I was trapped in, shards of my innocence hanging in the claws of the cat ripping all elements of me apart.
/The bitter end
Finally here
With love I send
A final tear /