Chapter 2: Hot Wax
"Seto!" Gozaburo shouted from out in the hall. Seto had been saying good night to his brother.
Seto groaned mentally and quietly walked out into the hall. "Shhh. I just got Mokuba to go to sleep." He grumbled quietly.
"My room. Now." Gozaburo growled before moving down the hall.
Seto froze. So, the day had finally come. Gozaburo wished to beat him up again, and his old bruises were finally fading. Most of them were gone, even. Seto glanced in Mokuba's room at the sleeping boy. "Sleep well, ototo- chan." He whispered before hanging his head and walking down to Gozaburo's room.
When he got there, he was surprised to find the room lit only by a couple dozen candles. ~If he's hoping this will relax me, he's wrong.~ Seto thought, walking into the room.
The door fell shut behind him, and he could hear Gozaburo locking the door. Next thing he knew, a pair of arms had wrapped around his shoulders. Seto felt himself tense. "Why so tense, my boy?" Gozaburo asked softly. "Afraid I'm going to hurt you?"
"Y-yes..." Seto stumbled over his words. After what had happened to him last time, he was surprised that his legs were still holding him upright.
Gozaburo forced Seto to look at him. "Good. I am."
Seto's legs gave way beneath him. ~No!~ He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain it caused him. ~I need to get back up!~ He shouted at himself.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes, then grabbed some of Seto's hair and pulled him to his feet. "Let me guess, you can't stand again." He said dryly. The look of pure terror in Seto's eyes gave him his answer. "You're lucky. I don't need you standing today." He pointed at the bed. "Get over there." He ordered, letting go of Seto's head to go get something.
Seto managed to catch himself this time and made it to the bed with few problems. He breathed a quiet sigh when he sat on the bed. ~Jeeze! My head hurts, again! I wonder how much hair he managed to pull out this time!~ Seto complained to himself.
"Lay down." Gozaburo ordered. Seto did as he was told. Gozaburo smiled and pulled out a couple pieces of string and two pairs of handcuffs. "Put your hands over your head." He ordered. Seto was too terrified to disobey. He'd heard stories at the orphanage, but he was too scared to run, not to mention the fact that Gozaburo had locked the door again. Seto wanted to scream, but he knew that that sort of action would only make this worse. "You're being very good, Seto." Gozaburo purred in the boy's ear once he'd finished handcuffing Seto to the headboard of the bed. He tied Seto's feet to the end of the bed next.
~Kami, what did I ever do to deserve this?~ Seto asked. ~And how can I get out of this?~
"I like it when you're good, Seto." Gozaburo purred coming over to sit on the bed next to Seto. He slowly unbuttoned Seto's pajama shirt. Then he ran his hand over Seto's skin. "I was wrong to call you cute. You are beautiful." Then he leaned over and captured Seto's mouth in his own.
Seto closed his eyes, an attempt to hold back his tears. ~I didn't want this. I only wanted a home where Mokuba and I could live together happily! Papa... Haha...~ He felt the tears start.
Gozaburo wiped some of the boy's tears away. "We'll teach you not to cry, little one. We'll make you strong." The man whispered before moving away. Seto opened his eyes in time to see Gozaburo bring a cloth to his mouth. "Open your mouth, Seto." He ordered. Seto did as he was told and Gozaburo placed the cloth in his mouth, moving quickly to tie it behind Seto's head.
~What's he doing?! Making sure I can't make a sound?~ Seto asked himself.
Gozaburo picked up a candle. "This may hurt, so I've made sure you can scream all you want. No one will hear you." Then he tipped the candle over Seto's chest. Hot wax fell down onto the boy's chest. Seto screamed into the cloth. His tears fled down his cheeks in streams.
~Kami... Kami, but, that HURTS!~ Seto shouted to himself, closing his eyes. ~Stop! Stop it!~ He screamed at Gozaburo in his mind as the man picked a new spot to drip the wax on. Another scream of pain ripped it's way through his throat, and Seto had no way to hold it in, nor any way to make it heard. Gozaburo had made sure of the last part.
Gozaburo was grinning widely, crazily, even. He was loving every moment of this. Causing others pain was a favorite past time of his, no matter who the person was, no matter how much he cared for the person. Oh, he really did love Seto, don't get me wrong, but he had the oddest ways of showing his love. "Poor Seto..." He mumbled, placing the candle back on the table next to him. "Did that hurt?" His voice was soft, caring. Seto nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Do you wish me to stop?" Seto nodded again.
If only Seto had seen the knife on the table, next to the candle. He might not have been so quick to agree...
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~~A/N: CLIFFY!!!!! I LOVE my cliffhangers!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him, and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my reasonings. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto, as you can all very well see... *evil laughter*
"Seto!" Gozaburo shouted from out in the hall. Seto had been saying good night to his brother.
Seto groaned mentally and quietly walked out into the hall. "Shhh. I just got Mokuba to go to sleep." He grumbled quietly.
"My room. Now." Gozaburo growled before moving down the hall.
Seto froze. So, the day had finally come. Gozaburo wished to beat him up again, and his old bruises were finally fading. Most of them were gone, even. Seto glanced in Mokuba's room at the sleeping boy. "Sleep well, ototo- chan." He whispered before hanging his head and walking down to Gozaburo's room.
When he got there, he was surprised to find the room lit only by a couple dozen candles. ~If he's hoping this will relax me, he's wrong.~ Seto thought, walking into the room.
The door fell shut behind him, and he could hear Gozaburo locking the door. Next thing he knew, a pair of arms had wrapped around his shoulders. Seto felt himself tense. "Why so tense, my boy?" Gozaburo asked softly. "Afraid I'm going to hurt you?"
"Y-yes..." Seto stumbled over his words. After what had happened to him last time, he was surprised that his legs were still holding him upright.
Gozaburo forced Seto to look at him. "Good. I am."
Seto's legs gave way beneath him. ~No!~ He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain it caused him. ~I need to get back up!~ He shouted at himself.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes, then grabbed some of Seto's hair and pulled him to his feet. "Let me guess, you can't stand again." He said dryly. The look of pure terror in Seto's eyes gave him his answer. "You're lucky. I don't need you standing today." He pointed at the bed. "Get over there." He ordered, letting go of Seto's head to go get something.
Seto managed to catch himself this time and made it to the bed with few problems. He breathed a quiet sigh when he sat on the bed. ~Jeeze! My head hurts, again! I wonder how much hair he managed to pull out this time!~ Seto complained to himself.
"Lay down." Gozaburo ordered. Seto did as he was told. Gozaburo smiled and pulled out a couple pieces of string and two pairs of handcuffs. "Put your hands over your head." He ordered. Seto was too terrified to disobey. He'd heard stories at the orphanage, but he was too scared to run, not to mention the fact that Gozaburo had locked the door again. Seto wanted to scream, but he knew that that sort of action would only make this worse. "You're being very good, Seto." Gozaburo purred in the boy's ear once he'd finished handcuffing Seto to the headboard of the bed. He tied Seto's feet to the end of the bed next.
~Kami, what did I ever do to deserve this?~ Seto asked. ~And how can I get out of this?~
"I like it when you're good, Seto." Gozaburo purred coming over to sit on the bed next to Seto. He slowly unbuttoned Seto's pajama shirt. Then he ran his hand over Seto's skin. "I was wrong to call you cute. You are beautiful." Then he leaned over and captured Seto's mouth in his own.
Seto closed his eyes, an attempt to hold back his tears. ~I didn't want this. I only wanted a home where Mokuba and I could live together happily! Papa... Haha...~ He felt the tears start.
Gozaburo wiped some of the boy's tears away. "We'll teach you not to cry, little one. We'll make you strong." The man whispered before moving away. Seto opened his eyes in time to see Gozaburo bring a cloth to his mouth. "Open your mouth, Seto." He ordered. Seto did as he was told and Gozaburo placed the cloth in his mouth, moving quickly to tie it behind Seto's head.
~What's he doing?! Making sure I can't make a sound?~ Seto asked himself.
Gozaburo picked up a candle. "This may hurt, so I've made sure you can scream all you want. No one will hear you." Then he tipped the candle over Seto's chest. Hot wax fell down onto the boy's chest. Seto screamed into the cloth. His tears fled down his cheeks in streams.
~Kami... Kami, but, that HURTS!~ Seto shouted to himself, closing his eyes. ~Stop! Stop it!~ He screamed at Gozaburo in his mind as the man picked a new spot to drip the wax on. Another scream of pain ripped it's way through his throat, and Seto had no way to hold it in, nor any way to make it heard. Gozaburo had made sure of the last part.
Gozaburo was grinning widely, crazily, even. He was loving every moment of this. Causing others pain was a favorite past time of his, no matter who the person was, no matter how much he cared for the person. Oh, he really did love Seto, don't get me wrong, but he had the oddest ways of showing his love. "Poor Seto..." He mumbled, placing the candle back on the table next to him. "Did that hurt?" His voice was soft, caring. Seto nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Do you wish me to stop?" Seto nodded again.
If only Seto had seen the knife on the table, next to the candle. He might not have been so quick to agree...
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~~A/N: CLIFFY!!!!! I LOVE my cliffhangers!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him, and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my reasonings. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto, as you can all very well see... *evil laughter*
