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"FIND HIM" Yami roared, entering the room which his throne sat, after a movement
consideration he added in a eerily calm voice, "Alive."
****Half an hour later**********
"So, slave, you ran away. What you don't like my . . . hospitality?" Yami said as
his crimson eyes bored into his slaves.
"No." The slave said, so scared to he missed the blunt sarcasm.
"Why?"
"Why? Because you are a cold heartless son of a bitch, you have done nothing but
put disarray to this empire."
At that Yami's guards were all over him, kicking, hitting and punching any place
that they could.
Yami stood grinning slightly-for several moments before he raised his hand
singling for the guards to stop, which they reluctantly did but only at the death glare of
Yami.
Yami walk over to his pitiful slave - that at the monument was elegantly curled up
in a tight ball-and hurled the slave to his feet.
The slave was on his feet but still looking every where but Yami's crimson
madding eyes.
"Damn you, look at me." Yami growled dangerously, and than slapped the slave
hard enough for the imprint of his hand to stain the slaves' face.
Yami's slave touched his cheek bone with his fore and middle finger, but besides
that, he did nothing to indicate that Yami actually slapped him.
His slave still wasn't looking at him.
"Fuck you, you bitch, I said LOOK AT ME!!!"
The slaves eyes flickered to Yami's, and was going turn his head away, when
Yami caught his chin and turn his head up so that the slaves' eyes would meet his. "Did
you really mean what you said about me, my little slave?" Yami said in a sardonic tone,
but leaving his face totally neutral.
"Yes!" the slave cried with more rage in his voice then he intended.
Yami simply stared at him with his boring crimson eyes, then single for one of his
guards standing at the edge of the door to cone to him.
"Bakura, how long as it been since you were able to actually have a full torture
session?" Yami asked never taking his eyes off the captive.
" Two years pharaoh." Bakura said with a small smirk of understanding.
"Umm. . . . . . two years, it would seem you are a little out of practice then, am I
correct?"
"Yes, pharaoh, it would appear so." Bakura said, his smirk becoming a full blown
evil grin that would scare even the toughest of men.
"Well, then I believe you'll just have to. . . .Practice a bit." Yami said making a
twin of Bakura's grin.
"Oh and Bakura. . . .after your done with him," Yami paused as if contemplating. " Kill
him."
Bakura was absolutely giddy as he dragged the uncontrollably shaking slave off to
his torture chamber.
The last two fortnights were the best of Yami's life, he never slept so well in all 18
years. His slave had a wonderful scream.
But his state at which is body became over the last two days is horrible, he's
lonely, depressed, and horny, he REALLY needed a slave, and fast.
"Guard! I think it's time for me to get a slave."
"FIND HIM" Yami roared, entering the room which his throne sat, after a movement
consideration he added in a eerily calm voice, "Alive."
****Half an hour later**********
"So, slave, you ran away. What you don't like my . . . hospitality?" Yami said as
his crimson eyes bored into his slaves.
"No." The slave said, so scared to he missed the blunt sarcasm.
"Why?"
"Why? Because you are a cold heartless son of a bitch, you have done nothing but
put disarray to this empire."
At that Yami's guards were all over him, kicking, hitting and punching any place
that they could.
Yami stood grinning slightly-for several moments before he raised his hand
singling for the guards to stop, which they reluctantly did but only at the death glare of
Yami.
Yami walk over to his pitiful slave - that at the monument was elegantly curled up
in a tight ball-and hurled the slave to his feet.
The slave was on his feet but still looking every where but Yami's crimson
madding eyes.
"Damn you, look at me." Yami growled dangerously, and than slapped the slave
hard enough for the imprint of his hand to stain the slaves' face.
Yami's slave touched his cheek bone with his fore and middle finger, but besides
that, he did nothing to indicate that Yami actually slapped him.
His slave still wasn't looking at him.
"Fuck you, you bitch, I said LOOK AT ME!!!"
The slaves eyes flickered to Yami's, and was going turn his head away, when
Yami caught his chin and turn his head up so that the slaves' eyes would meet his. "Did
you really mean what you said about me, my little slave?" Yami said in a sardonic tone,
but leaving his face totally neutral.
"Yes!" the slave cried with more rage in his voice then he intended.
Yami simply stared at him with his boring crimson eyes, then single for one of his
guards standing at the edge of the door to cone to him.
"Bakura, how long as it been since you were able to actually have a full torture
session?" Yami asked never taking his eyes off the captive.
" Two years pharaoh." Bakura said with a small smirk of understanding.
"Umm. . . . . . two years, it would seem you are a little out of practice then, am I
correct?"
"Yes, pharaoh, it would appear so." Bakura said, his smirk becoming a full blown
evil grin that would scare even the toughest of men.
"Well, then I believe you'll just have to. . . .Practice a bit." Yami said making a
twin of Bakura's grin.
"Oh and Bakura. . . .after your done with him," Yami paused as if contemplating. " Kill
him."
Bakura was absolutely giddy as he dragged the uncontrollably shaking slave off to
his torture chamber.
The last two fortnights were the best of Yami's life, he never slept so well in all 18
years. His slave had a wonderful scream.
But his state at which is body became over the last two days is horrible, he's
lonely, depressed, and horny, he REALLY needed a slave, and fast.
"Guard! I think it's time for me to get a slave."