Pain *Rose's POV* I woke up in Shadi's bedroom, lying on silken sheets; surrounded by the smell of perfume and candles.

It was morning.

"Bakura." I whispered, remembering last night's events. He did everything in his power to protect me and now.I prayed that he wasn't dead.

I slowly rose from the bed and walked to one of those full-body mirrors.

My whole body ached.

I looked at my reflection; my body was covered in bruises and scratches.

*Flashback* "Bakura!" I shouted, as I fought against Shadi's grip. "Let me go please!" Tears were rolling down my face.

"Shut up!" Shouts Shadi.

I couldn't stop screaming, all I could think about was Bakura hurt and possibly dying because of me.all because he tried to save me.

Shadi gives me a hard backhand across my face, causing me to stop shouting.

"Now then," Shadi talked to me in a calm voice, as if I were a scared child. "By Ra, you're more beautiful than I remember." He brushes his fingers across my face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, as he starred into my eyes.

"Because I love you and I'm the one who deserves to have you." He leaned in close and presses his lips against mine.

My eyes grew wide in shock. I pushed Shadi as far away from me as possible. He just chuckled and held me from running anywhere.

"You always were a fiery spirit." Said Shadi after a moment of silence. He then quickly pinned me down to the bed and pulled me into another kiss.

I realized what Shadi was going to do and I immediately fought to throw him off me. Instead, Shadi tied my hands together and quickly discarded my clothing. *End Flashback*

I continued to stare into the mirror, not wanting to remember the rest.

My clothes were torn in the fight and would barely cover my body.

I noticed a small pile of clothing next to the mirror on a desk. I grab the clothing and put it on.

It looked like an Egyptian garment, covering my whole body; I was grateful that it did.

"You look beautiful."

I turned to find Shadi, standing in the doorway.

I kept silent.

"Hungry? I could have something made if you like."

How dare he act so sincere after what he did to me? I had thousands of witty responses, but instead I said "No thank you."

He slowly walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I wanted to fight back; but I had nothing. He took my innocence and love away from me. I felt like an empty shell.