Two cerulean eyes blinked open slowly as the light of the rising sun fell over the once closed lids, awakening the previously sleeping figure. She sat up, and put one hand to her face in utter confusion, when she felt an indent into the skin she traced it with one slender finger. It came from beneath her ear, up along her cheekbone and then curled backwards on her cheek, she only had the one.

"Where am I?" she asked herself not knowing where she was, who she was or what she was meant to do now. She stood up and dusted the sand off of her robe. "It's strange, I know what everything is but I don't know who I am," she contemplated as she began to wonder aimlessly through the sandy desert.

Her silken white dress fluttered about her as she walked in the slight breeze that had picked up a while back. The sun was hot but not too hot, in other words it was bearable but still became irritable after a while. She stopped a minute to take another look at her, seemingly, never ending surroundings her hair played about her face as she stood.

"Hey there little lady," she spun around to see in front of her slim form a well built man with shocking blue hair, "you lost?" She visibly brightened when her mind registered that standing before her was someone who might be able to help her in her questions about where she was and so on.

"Why yes," she replied and he smirked, "could you please help me?" poor naïve little Serenity didn't know who to trust and had just landed herself in a whole load of trouble. Of course, being foreign to this time and this planet it was only natural that she become confused and misguided so easily.

"Well yes, I can help you, come on," he said moving off but as he was walking he turned his head to look at her as she trotted behind him, "what's your name anyway?" She blushed at the sudden attention but bowed her head in shame that she was so pathetic as to not even know her own name for goodness sake.

"I-I don't know," she whispered weekly keeping her head down and the man smirked again a thought forming in his mind, "what's your name?" she suddenly asked. The man jumped slightly at the unexpected question but soon recovered enough to give Serenity a straight and understandable answer.

"Aaron, and this is where I live he said pointed to a tall grey building with barred windows, Serenity didn't like the look of it but not knowing any better she followed Aaron into it. He was smirking all the way but she could not see that seeing as she was standing behind him, or rather walking behind him. Her eyes widened slightly when Aaron clicked his fingers before going through the now open swinging, double doors.

Still as confused as ever she followed, unaware of the danger she put herself in, for you see as soon as had put one step over the threshold she found herself in chains and gagged standing before a laughing Aaron. "Poor naïve girl, you fell into my trap and now you will become a slave. With your body you'll fetch a good price on the market tomorrow, eh boys?" she heard chuckling from obviously, other men before she was dragged off to a cell and left there, hands bound.

She sighed, 'How could I have been so stupid?' she thought to herself, but she knew why, it was because she didn't know, and those thoughts got her confused and her mind got into such a whirl that she fell asleep on the small batch of straw in the corner of her cell. The ropes that held her wrists together were scratchy and uncomfortable, causing her wrists to go red. She fidgeted all night in agitation, not being able to fully go to sleep she was effectively awake all night.

---The Next Day---

A man in a tight, white tunic with a brown belt opened the door to Serenity's cell, stepping in and walking over to the still sleeping girl. "Get up you lazy bitch!" he commanded harshly grabbing her by the shoulder and shaking it violently.

Serenity woke when she felt herself being shaken as she was, and as soon as her eyes were partially open she felt herself dragged onto her feet. She cried out in pain when something thin, fast and sharp slapped at her back, she stumbled forwards as her vision cleared and followed one of the men from yesterday.

"Keep it moving you little runt, don't want to put your price down by scarring ya do we?" he sneered at her brandishing the whip before her eyes. She sucked I her breath and her eyes went wide at the object that could cause so much pain. She had decided it better to remain silent rather than to encourage the guard to use the 'whip' to inflict the pain she had felt before, an experience she did not want to repeat.

She was then shoved into a crowd of about ten or so slaves, each in rather dusty or straw covered uniforms. Some of them have white scares on their backs that she thought might have been caused by a whip. She shuddered at the thought but was equally scared when Aaron appeared before them. "Now my slaves to be, your all going to be good so you can fetch a good price, either that, or you will undergo an awful lot of pain," the man stated.

Serenity took a step back at the looks some of the others gave her when Aaron advanced on her taking her chin in one of his hands. "Look here girl, I know you've got spunk but you're going to be good today or you'll be in for a night you wont forget." With that said he released her and dragged all the slaves-to-be up onto a platform in front of a cheering crowd.

Serenity recoiled as slave after slave was sold, pushed and shoved around violently, described in ways she didn't even want to think about. All too soon she felt Aaron grab her arm and pull her onto centre stage, eyes turned to her and she could see some of the men in the front drooling.

"And here's the latest addition, strong, naïve, just look at her body and her looks, the perfect pleasure slave, just maturing," he grinned as Serenity blushed a deep red.

"I'll by her, fifty silver pieces," cried a man, Serenity could only cringe at what he must have been thinking after what Aaron had said.

"Oh come now, surely with this complexion and shape," he emphasised his point by standing behind her and running his hands up her thighs, her face showed her embarrassment, the crowd laughed, "she's worth more than those pathetic sums!"

"One hundred gold and two hundred silver," cried a man in a red cloak and hood. Thick white lines rimmed the edges of the Arabic cloth, typical style arms, the sleeves got larger, like a cone, towards the wrist.

"Sold!" Aaron called and there was a disappointed call from the crowd at the loss of their prize, Serenity looked down to see her wrists clamped together in iron and a chain attached. The man in the cloak, whose face she had not yet seen, took the attached chain and tugged her over to him.

"So what's her name?" the cloaked man asked, Serenity listened to his voice, smooth, almost sly, and deep, she liked the sound of it, though she blushed at the thought.

"She has none, doesn't seem to know where she is either, no doing of mine I assure you sir," Aaron replied looking smug and crossing his arms, Serenity could just feel the man who bought her smirk.

"That's excellent for me, I would pay you extra had you told me sooner," and with that he walked away pulling Serenity behind him. Aaron's face fell at his loss of money but could do nothing about it as Bakura disappeared into the bustling crowd.

The pair walked in silence, the cloaked figure silently noting the looks of awe that adorned Serenity's face as she walked briskly along behind him. 'That bastard was right she is clueless: completely naïve to the world around her. Well that makes my dealing with her easier, I'll use her for pleasure and throw her away when I'm done.'

They soon arrived at a small run down looking shack a about two miles from the outskirts of the city, 'He must have walked a long way, I hate Aaron and I hate this person, no one should be in slavery, I wouldn't be good I wont!!!' she silently told herself, a frown staining her face. They entered the man's 'house' and Serenity gasped at the interior, it was not run down wood as she had expected but gold everywhere. Gold, jewels, precious metals, ornaments of every kind, pottery, everything that was in any way beautiful or of value.

"Now slave, you will call me master and nothing else!" the man commanded in a harsh voice, one that bit at her subconsciously. He removed his hood to reveal a shock of shoulder length, small spiked white hair, it was slightly dirty here and then but more or less perfect. A scar in the form of a cross ran across his right eye in a diagonal direction, it stood out prominently against his tanned skin.

"No," she replied strongly facing him, even though her wrists were still bund she did not fear this man.

"You are my slave and I am your master, therefore you will address me as such," he growled taking a step forward yet she stood unperturbed. "If you will not take orders like a good slave you shall be punished and a heavy punishment it will be," with that said he stepped forward and slapped her with such force that she fell to the floor.

She cried out but he merely smirked at her pain kicking her I the stomach causing her kneeling form to hunch over as she clutched her stomach. "You are a weakling, you are also my slave, defy me again and you will find yourself in a much worse off state. You see, I take pleasure in seeing others in obvious pain," she felt him smirk and watch as he turned and left for another room.

"You heartless wretch, I will never obey you," she whispered to herself as she coughed once before staggering to her feet, "I swear in Ptah's hearing that I will not bow before you as a willing slave of any manner." (Ptah, Egyptian God of the Moon and an excellent draughts player! ^_^)

Well that was the second chapter, I hope you liked it and please review. For those of you who have read my SM/YGO x-over you'll be pleased to know that my exams are over and I can start a sequel, if...now the if is on that story! Bye bye people and don't forget to leave a nice review!|
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