Kthunk, kthunk, kthunk

The sound of footsteps resonates through the stone hallways, growing ever closer to my small shadowy room. This is the moment I wait for, the moment that will leave me bleeding or untouched.. yet either way, broken.

 Errreeak

I close my eyelids and roll onto my back as I hear the wooden door scrape open. A beam of light severs the darkness, corrupting my small dark sanctuary. The footsteps grow closer and closer, and stop next to my bed. He knows I'm not asleep, but to him it's just another part of the game. Let the hunted think it's outwitting the hunter.

            Open your eyes, Malik-kun.

I hear his mocking tone echo throughout my head, yet I dare not to respond. Only the beating of my heart grows louder and faster, as I refuse to give in to his game.

            Oh, Malik-kun, you aren't going to give yourself away that easily, are you?

I know he can sense my every movement, every breath coursing through my body-- just as I can sense his. The thin straw mattress sinks as he sits down slowly, and I can feel him leaning casually over my placid face. I know if I don't give in soon, he'll become violent. But I can't resist the temptation; I can't resist pushing him over the edge time and time again. I thrive on that tiny feeling of control; I cling to it with all the life in my body. I know he's within inches of my face. I can feel him take slow breaths, and draw them out over my cheekbones.

 Shhhrenk

The sound of a metallic object being unsheathed reverberates between my stone walls, and I can only lay petrified, imagining what sick game he has in store for today. The metallic object is no doubt his- our.. Millennium Rod, for every nerve in my body stands on end when I'm near it. I don't know how much longer I can hold this pose, dying to open my eyes and gape at the terrors about to unfold. Maybe it won't be so bad this time, maybe if I just opened my eyes and conceded, he would stop…

I can't.

In some twisted masochistic sort of way, there is nothing I get more pleasure from than suffering by his hand.

I feel the golden knife draw closer, and my limbs assume a paralyzed position, tensing to prepare themselves for the inevitable pain.

 Kriick

Several small drops of crimson land gracefully on my cheek, and I struggle intensely with the thought of calling everything off. But I can't. I can't even feel the pain anymore, I'm so used to it.

 Kriick

Several more drops join the previous ones, collecting into a small pool. I feel the blood run down my cheek as if one of my own tears were being shed. But I don't feel anything this time. I'm numb to everything.

Oh, we're not being stubborn tonight, are we?

His voice is dripping with an unreachable sound, like the soft cascading rush of a waterfall.  I crave for more; beg for him to let the waterfall flood my ears every waking moment. I can feel the blood start to crust on my cheek, and I wonder why he hasn't lashed out once more. I can't tell why the blade hasn't been plunged into my arm so he can watch in fascination as the scarlet river seeps onto my bed sheets.

"Let's move things along a little faster, shall we?" he hisses in a low whisper.

 KRRITCH

"NO!!" I scream, bolting upright in bed and heaving the blade out of his upper arm. I gaze in horror at his bleeding wound, realizing it was not me he had been cutting open. Through our vile Yami-Hikari bond I sense his emotions, and feel his pain tenfold. The moment he stabbed his arm a great blistering sensation scorched through my veins, shocking me out of submission.

Never have I seen his eyes burn with such a violet fire.

Never have I seen him run away so fast.