Chapter 4 - Punishment & Escape
Isis gripped onto Marik's hand, she could feel him doing the same, they had faced thier father's wrath many times but this time was different, they had been out to the surface, they were as good as dead . . . Isis saw her father's face tighten. He turned to look behind him slightly.
A figure came out of the shadows slowly, he was older then the Ishtar children but he looked as scared, "RASHID! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON? WHY DID YOU LET THEM GO OUT THERE!" thier father cried, the man just looked on, his lip tightened.
"I'm sorry master, i- i didn't know" he said, shaking.
Thier father pulled out a long black leather whip. Isis looked from it to Rashid, who was walking slowly back in fear. Suddenly she felt her brother's grip on her hand loosen, when she looked down he was gone.
"FATHER NO! IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT!" Marik cried, Isis saw him running up to his father, who in turn turned round and pushed Marik aside roughly by his arm, his face slammed against the wall. Isis gasped and ran to her brother, who lay on the floor. she looked at his badly bruised arm, only to be interupted by the loud noise of a whip cracking over freash skin and Rashid's scream.
Isis did not want to look and as she felt Marik try to get up and help him she helf him down by hugging him and shielding his eyes. She knew he was trying to get away, to help his friend, btu also, she knew he had no chance. She put his face down, she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard another crack of the whip, Rashid's painful scream was not this loud this time btu she could feel his pain . . .
"DID I NOT PUT YOU IN CHARGE?! YOU ARE A MAD MAN! UNFIT TO TAK E CARE OF MY SON!" He shouted, slashing Rashid with the whip over his back. Rashid fell to the floor on the third lashing, he was on his knees, clse to crying . . .
Isis held Marik tighter, she herself was crying. She watched the shadows on the wall, a long shadow, somewhat like a snake, hitting an innocent crouched man. She gripped Marik, as if trying to tak eher anger out on him. Then, when she heard another scream she suddenly let go of him and got to her feet qucikely.
Marik put a hand to his bruised arm and looked up at her.
"FATHER STOP!" she screamed, as the man raised the whip a fifth time. He stopped and turned to looka t her. "father . . ." she sniffed, "it was my fault" she knew exactly what she was doing and yet she must do it.
Rashid slowly got up, blood stained the back of his toren robe, he could hardly stand, he tried his best to stumble towards Marik. Anger was growing in thier father's face, he tightened the grip on the whip and grabbed Isis by her wrist. She felt herself being pushed foreword harshly and then she felt a sharp pain through her head, she had banged it upon the cold stone floor.
As she slowly turned her head she saw a black flash of light and then felt true pain slam against ehr back, she could feel the blood gushing out, the pain seeped through her like heat or coldness, or any other feeling but stronger. All her senses were blanked out, she had never known her father to be so angry, sometimes he would hti her, but never whip her, it hurt so mcuh . . .
Then, she felt herself being picked up by her hair, which burned ehr head and seemed to tighten her skull. "I need to talk to our Isis ALONE1" her father cried, and he began to carry her off. Her last glances were of Rashid and Marik, both lookign terrified for her. Then she was pushed through a door and flung onto the cold sotn efloor, and for a second time her face was bashed against it, her chin scraped and her nose bleeding. But she had little time to think . . .
Isis felt someone pull her up by her hair and she saw her father looking at her with pure hatred in his eyes. She saw her blood on the whip, as it lay on the floor where it had been since he had thrown it there. It was seeping onto the stone, and moving rapidly over the tiles. Her father pushed her, so she fell against the wall, her back, which had just been lashed was slammed viciously against the cold stone and Isis felt the stinging within her.
"You have no right to take my son outside this place, for this you must pay!" he said, holding her firmly, his hand grasping her china nd squashing her mouth together. She felt as though she could not breath.
"I didn't mean to . . .i'm so so sorry!" Isis sobbed. She didn't want any more, she could not take any more. Clsoing her eyes she wished someone would come and save her, like that Seto Kaiba had nto so long ago . . . but here, she had no hope . . .
Then she felt herself being harshly slapped over the face. The pain was there, and the hand print was but the pain had not been as much as it had been with the whip. She opened her eyes again and felt her father loose his grip on her. She slid down the wall until she was on the floor, she did not want to stand . . .
"GO ISIS!" he cried, shocking her. She was pulled up by her arm and he looked at her in the eyes, "GO! RUN!" he cried, letting go off her. Isis looked at him in shock, for one moment he had jsut . . . chnaged. Then she saw more anger in him again, "RUN NOW!!!" he cried, she was sure even Marik and Rashid could of heard it. But she did not wait long enough to think abotu much else.
As soon as she was given the chance she brought fourth her strenght and ran, out of the room and down the dark corridor, hearing her father roar in the distance. She had to get out, away . . . and then she tripped on a step . . . looking up she saw the door to the entrance, it was calling her . . . As if that had been her desting all along . . . to be up there.
This was her escape.
Her way out.
There would be no more hurt.
She would finally be free.
From somewhere near by she heard her father's scream, he must be coming after her. Thats's hwo she made her choice, she quickely got up and ran up the stairs, pushed against the door until she saw it open for the third time . . . there before her, as she ahd left ti the sun, the sand, the wall. She jumped out onto the warmth of the sand and swung the door back closed, her last view was of darkness . . . and her last sound was of a twisted old man, trying to bring back his slave . . . and her last thoguht was "that;s all i am . . . his slave . . ."
Then with the hot sun shinning down on her, she felt herself fall to the floor, she felt the sand in her hair and the sun on the beaten skin . . . and then, she felt . . . nothing.
Isis gripped onto Marik's hand, she could feel him doing the same, they had faced thier father's wrath many times but this time was different, they had been out to the surface, they were as good as dead . . . Isis saw her father's face tighten. He turned to look behind him slightly.
A figure came out of the shadows slowly, he was older then the Ishtar children but he looked as scared, "RASHID! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON? WHY DID YOU LET THEM GO OUT THERE!" thier father cried, the man just looked on, his lip tightened.
"I'm sorry master, i- i didn't know" he said, shaking.
Thier father pulled out a long black leather whip. Isis looked from it to Rashid, who was walking slowly back in fear. Suddenly she felt her brother's grip on her hand loosen, when she looked down he was gone.
"FATHER NO! IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT!" Marik cried, Isis saw him running up to his father, who in turn turned round and pushed Marik aside roughly by his arm, his face slammed against the wall. Isis gasped and ran to her brother, who lay on the floor. she looked at his badly bruised arm, only to be interupted by the loud noise of a whip cracking over freash skin and Rashid's scream.
Isis did not want to look and as she felt Marik try to get up and help him she helf him down by hugging him and shielding his eyes. She knew he was trying to get away, to help his friend, btu also, she knew he had no chance. She put his face down, she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard another crack of the whip, Rashid's painful scream was not this loud this time btu she could feel his pain . . .
"DID I NOT PUT YOU IN CHARGE?! YOU ARE A MAD MAN! UNFIT TO TAK E CARE OF MY SON!" He shouted, slashing Rashid with the whip over his back. Rashid fell to the floor on the third lashing, he was on his knees, clse to crying . . .
Isis held Marik tighter, she herself was crying. She watched the shadows on the wall, a long shadow, somewhat like a snake, hitting an innocent crouched man. She gripped Marik, as if trying to tak eher anger out on him. Then, when she heard another scream she suddenly let go of him and got to her feet qucikely.
Marik put a hand to his bruised arm and looked up at her.
"FATHER STOP!" she screamed, as the man raised the whip a fifth time. He stopped and turned to looka t her. "father . . ." she sniffed, "it was my fault" she knew exactly what she was doing and yet she must do it.
Rashid slowly got up, blood stained the back of his toren robe, he could hardly stand, he tried his best to stumble towards Marik. Anger was growing in thier father's face, he tightened the grip on the whip and grabbed Isis by her wrist. She felt herself being pushed foreword harshly and then she felt a sharp pain through her head, she had banged it upon the cold stone floor.
As she slowly turned her head she saw a black flash of light and then felt true pain slam against ehr back, she could feel the blood gushing out, the pain seeped through her like heat or coldness, or any other feeling but stronger. All her senses were blanked out, she had never known her father to be so angry, sometimes he would hti her, but never whip her, it hurt so mcuh . . .
Then, she felt herself being picked up by her hair, which burned ehr head and seemed to tighten her skull. "I need to talk to our Isis ALONE1" her father cried, and he began to carry her off. Her last glances were of Rashid and Marik, both lookign terrified for her. Then she was pushed through a door and flung onto the cold sotn efloor, and for a second time her face was bashed against it, her chin scraped and her nose bleeding. But she had little time to think . . .
Isis felt someone pull her up by her hair and she saw her father looking at her with pure hatred in his eyes. She saw her blood on the whip, as it lay on the floor where it had been since he had thrown it there. It was seeping onto the stone, and moving rapidly over the tiles. Her father pushed her, so she fell against the wall, her back, which had just been lashed was slammed viciously against the cold stone and Isis felt the stinging within her.
"You have no right to take my son outside this place, for this you must pay!" he said, holding her firmly, his hand grasping her china nd squashing her mouth together. She felt as though she could not breath.
"I didn't mean to . . .i'm so so sorry!" Isis sobbed. She didn't want any more, she could not take any more. Clsoing her eyes she wished someone would come and save her, like that Seto Kaiba had nto so long ago . . . but here, she had no hope . . .
Then she felt herself being harshly slapped over the face. The pain was there, and the hand print was but the pain had not been as much as it had been with the whip. She opened her eyes again and felt her father loose his grip on her. She slid down the wall until she was on the floor, she did not want to stand . . .
"GO ISIS!" he cried, shocking her. She was pulled up by her arm and he looked at her in the eyes, "GO! RUN!" he cried, letting go off her. Isis looked at him in shock, for one moment he had jsut . . . chnaged. Then she saw more anger in him again, "RUN NOW!!!" he cried, she was sure even Marik and Rashid could of heard it. But she did not wait long enough to think abotu much else.
As soon as she was given the chance she brought fourth her strenght and ran, out of the room and down the dark corridor, hearing her father roar in the distance. She had to get out, away . . . and then she tripped on a step . . . looking up she saw the door to the entrance, it was calling her . . . As if that had been her desting all along . . . to be up there.
This was her escape.
Her way out.
There would be no more hurt.
She would finally be free.
From somewhere near by she heard her father's scream, he must be coming after her. Thats's hwo she made her choice, she quickely got up and ran up the stairs, pushed against the door until she saw it open for the third time . . . there before her, as she ahd left ti the sun, the sand, the wall. She jumped out onto the warmth of the sand and swung the door back closed, her last view was of darkness . . . and her last sound was of a twisted old man, trying to bring back his slave . . . and her last thoguht was "that;s all i am . . . his slave . . ."
Then with the hot sun shinning down on her, she felt herself fall to the floor, she felt the sand in her hair and the sun on the beaten skin . . . and then, she felt . . . nothing.