Authors Note: Okay, well, I lied about that new chapter in a week thing. I'm happy though because two of my friends cussed out the person who flamed me. How awesome is that? Again, I'm sorry for the delay, I'll try to keep updating this. This chapter has some romancy-type-stuff and maybe an interesting little twist. Hope you enjoy. And I apologize for my vocabulary in this chapter. My online thesaurus is not working.
I don't remember what happened after I left the pyramid. My mind must have drawn a complete blank. However, I soon found myself back in the stone chamber with Marik standing at my side.
I stood there, waiting for the forces to take me over again, but they didn't. Tentatively, I tried to move my right hand. To my surprise, I discovered that once more, I was in control of my own actions.
"So," Marik broke the silence, "Are you giving me that key, or not?"
I looked up in surprise. His voice didn't sound at all menacing or evil, but it wasn't exactly dripping with sugar and syrup either.
He just stared back at me, his face expressionless. "Well, are you?"
I was confused. How did Marik expect me to forgive and forget this easily? It wasn't like this was an easy thing for me to do. Plus, he said he was going to 'erase my mind' with the key. I didn't really want him to do that, if that's understandable.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking, but I've changed my mind about some things." He took hold of my wrist and led me to the door in front of the chamber, the way that the servant had not gone. He didn't grab my wrist and pull me though, it was as if he was finally deciding to be gentle.
I followed him, although half of my mind was screaming at me not to trust him, but the other was telling me that something good lay beyond that door. When we reached to doorway, I still hadn't made up my mind so I stopped abruptly.
Marik turned to look at me. "I still know what you're thinking and I promise you, it's not right." His face was still expressionless as he said "Come with me." It wasn't in a demanding voice. It didn't sound harsh or cruel. It was more like a simple request that I could turn down if I wanted to.
But I didn't turn it down. I couldn't. My curiosity got the better of me. I wanted so badly to see what was in that room, or wherever the door led, so I continued walking.
To me it seemed strange that something like walking through a doorway could be such a difficult decision. I felt very stupid for standing there for so long, but Marik didn't seem to care. In fact, right now, he didn't seem anything. It was so different to see him like this, neither the angel or the devil.
As we entered the room, I looked around. It wasn't very different from the chamber I had been in, except it had a rug and a cushy-looking couch in one corner. He led me over to it and sat down motioning for me to sit next to him.
For a minute or two, we were both silent. I had no idea what we were here for and therefore had no idea what to say. After a while, Marik spoke up.
"I liked what you were thinking when you stole Shadi's key." He turned his head to me, as though expecting me to say something.
Well, what was I supposed to say, 'thank you'? I had been thinking very evilly then. I had been proud of myself for as good as killing someone. I didn't want to be like that!
For a few minutes, Marik just looked at me, and then began to edge closer on the couch. On instinct, my muscles tensed.
He placed a hand on my shoulder. "If you agree to help me with something, you won't need to be scared anymore." This time there was that devilish sound to his voice.
I slowly twisted my head around, afraid of what Marik might do, but to interested to just stay put.
He slipped his robe off and turned slightly so that I could see the tattoos on his back. I shut my eyes tightly. I hated those things.
However, he didn't ask me to read them. Instead, he snuck his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. Despite how much I was afraid of him, I let my head fall back onto his chest.
Again, we sat in silence for a while until-
"You know, I think it's time you knew the truth." Marik said.
I craned my neck upward to look at him, "The truth about what?"
"Everything." He stated. "But first, you have to help me with this."
I was hushed for a moment by those words. Help him with what? Something evil, something dangerous? I wasn't going to do that. I was too scared of him, and at this point, I was even a little scared of myself.
"I told you, you shouldn't be scared."
I cringed. How did he know what I was thinking? And why shouldn't I be scared? He had certainly given me several reasons to be scared.
Marik began talking to me, whispering very softly so that I had to listen very hard. "If you will help me, I'll reward you. I'll give you things you never even knew existed. All I want you to do is help me get the last two Millennium Items." He brought his hands down, running them over my back. "If you do that, I'll reward you. If you don't, I'll punish you. Then, after we've done that, we'll become rulers of the entire world. The power of the Pharaoh will be mine. I'll be the king, and you'll be the queen."
I began to feel very cold and felt Goosebumps rise over my skin. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Marik seemed to know what I was thinking though. "I told you, there's nothing to be afraid of." He gently kissed me on the neck. "And if you help me with this, no one will be able to say you're not good enough. No one will be able to say that you're too weak. Because you won't be. You'll be the queen of the entire world." He placed his arms around my waist, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder.
'No one will be able to say you're not good enough...' Those words were ringing in my head. My conscience was telling me to ignore those words, to get out of there fast, to get away from Marik, but the other part of me was still going over those words in my head. 'No one will be able to say you're not good enough...no one...'
"That's right, no one..."
Marik was reading my mind again. How did he do that? It was scary to know that someone could see inside your head.
But right now, I couldn't think about that. I had to decide whether or not to do what Marik asked me to. I could listen to those voices inside my head, or I could listen to my heart. And my heart was telling me that being weak was not an option. 'No one will be able to say that you're too weak.'
"What do I have to do?" I asked, not moving anything but my mouth. I was too comfy and cozy snuggled up with Marik, another thing that my heart told me was good.
Marik laughed softly and then let go of me to run his fingers through my hair. "First," he said in a low whisper "You have to entertain me."
Entertain him, what? "Marik, I don't-"
"It's Malik." He interrupted. "That's where the truth starts."
I was even more confused now, but I decided to ignore it for now. He said he would tell me the truth later. He better.
"Don't worry, I will. But first, I want to be entertained." He said 'entertained' in a nasty, vicious voice. "Do you remember the shows you put on for me?" He asked, his voice dripping with something akin to sarcasm.
Yes, I did remember the shows, and I wasn't about to put one on for him. Basically, his shows were making me strip and then having his servants tie me up to a wall where he would sit and stare at me through half-closed eyes for hours on end. "Marik, Malik, whoever, no way am I putting on a show!"
"I'm not asking you to. But, if you don't behave, you'll find yourself putting on shows regularly."
I winced at those words. Lets just say shows weren't my favorite form of entertainment.
"Right now, our show will be a little different...that is, if you plan on helping me it will be."
I was quiet for a moment, weighing my decision. "Okay fine, I'll help." Anything was better than putting on a show, even if it did mean letting him come up with some other way of amusing himself.
"I thought so." Was all he said.
Authors Note: Okay, yay. New chapter is up. Hay una pregunta (I think that means "there is one question" in Spanish, but I could be wrong). Lemon, or no lemon. I love lemon I'm just not sure if I'll be very good at writing it. And if I do put lemon in, I might have to change the rating. If people want lemon, put it in the review. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I have a pretty good idea of what people want.
I don't remember what happened after I left the pyramid. My mind must have drawn a complete blank. However, I soon found myself back in the stone chamber with Marik standing at my side.
I stood there, waiting for the forces to take me over again, but they didn't. Tentatively, I tried to move my right hand. To my surprise, I discovered that once more, I was in control of my own actions.
"So," Marik broke the silence, "Are you giving me that key, or not?"
I looked up in surprise. His voice didn't sound at all menacing or evil, but it wasn't exactly dripping with sugar and syrup either.
He just stared back at me, his face expressionless. "Well, are you?"
I was confused. How did Marik expect me to forgive and forget this easily? It wasn't like this was an easy thing for me to do. Plus, he said he was going to 'erase my mind' with the key. I didn't really want him to do that, if that's understandable.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking, but I've changed my mind about some things." He took hold of my wrist and led me to the door in front of the chamber, the way that the servant had not gone. He didn't grab my wrist and pull me though, it was as if he was finally deciding to be gentle.
I followed him, although half of my mind was screaming at me not to trust him, but the other was telling me that something good lay beyond that door. When we reached to doorway, I still hadn't made up my mind so I stopped abruptly.
Marik turned to look at me. "I still know what you're thinking and I promise you, it's not right." His face was still expressionless as he said "Come with me." It wasn't in a demanding voice. It didn't sound harsh or cruel. It was more like a simple request that I could turn down if I wanted to.
But I didn't turn it down. I couldn't. My curiosity got the better of me. I wanted so badly to see what was in that room, or wherever the door led, so I continued walking.
To me it seemed strange that something like walking through a doorway could be such a difficult decision. I felt very stupid for standing there for so long, but Marik didn't seem to care. In fact, right now, he didn't seem anything. It was so different to see him like this, neither the angel or the devil.
As we entered the room, I looked around. It wasn't very different from the chamber I had been in, except it had a rug and a cushy-looking couch in one corner. He led me over to it and sat down motioning for me to sit next to him.
For a minute or two, we were both silent. I had no idea what we were here for and therefore had no idea what to say. After a while, Marik spoke up.
"I liked what you were thinking when you stole Shadi's key." He turned his head to me, as though expecting me to say something.
Well, what was I supposed to say, 'thank you'? I had been thinking very evilly then. I had been proud of myself for as good as killing someone. I didn't want to be like that!
For a few minutes, Marik just looked at me, and then began to edge closer on the couch. On instinct, my muscles tensed.
He placed a hand on my shoulder. "If you agree to help me with something, you won't need to be scared anymore." This time there was that devilish sound to his voice.
I slowly twisted my head around, afraid of what Marik might do, but to interested to just stay put.
He slipped his robe off and turned slightly so that I could see the tattoos on his back. I shut my eyes tightly. I hated those things.
However, he didn't ask me to read them. Instead, he snuck his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. Despite how much I was afraid of him, I let my head fall back onto his chest.
Again, we sat in silence for a while until-
"You know, I think it's time you knew the truth." Marik said.
I craned my neck upward to look at him, "The truth about what?"
"Everything." He stated. "But first, you have to help me with this."
I was hushed for a moment by those words. Help him with what? Something evil, something dangerous? I wasn't going to do that. I was too scared of him, and at this point, I was even a little scared of myself.
"I told you, you shouldn't be scared."
I cringed. How did he know what I was thinking? And why shouldn't I be scared? He had certainly given me several reasons to be scared.
Marik began talking to me, whispering very softly so that I had to listen very hard. "If you will help me, I'll reward you. I'll give you things you never even knew existed. All I want you to do is help me get the last two Millennium Items." He brought his hands down, running them over my back. "If you do that, I'll reward you. If you don't, I'll punish you. Then, after we've done that, we'll become rulers of the entire world. The power of the Pharaoh will be mine. I'll be the king, and you'll be the queen."
I began to feel very cold and felt Goosebumps rise over my skin. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Marik seemed to know what I was thinking though. "I told you, there's nothing to be afraid of." He gently kissed me on the neck. "And if you help me with this, no one will be able to say you're not good enough. No one will be able to say that you're too weak. Because you won't be. You'll be the queen of the entire world." He placed his arms around my waist, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder.
'No one will be able to say you're not good enough...' Those words were ringing in my head. My conscience was telling me to ignore those words, to get out of there fast, to get away from Marik, but the other part of me was still going over those words in my head. 'No one will be able to say you're not good enough...no one...'
"That's right, no one..."
Marik was reading my mind again. How did he do that? It was scary to know that someone could see inside your head.
But right now, I couldn't think about that. I had to decide whether or not to do what Marik asked me to. I could listen to those voices inside my head, or I could listen to my heart. And my heart was telling me that being weak was not an option. 'No one will be able to say that you're too weak.'
"What do I have to do?" I asked, not moving anything but my mouth. I was too comfy and cozy snuggled up with Marik, another thing that my heart told me was good.
Marik laughed softly and then let go of me to run his fingers through my hair. "First," he said in a low whisper "You have to entertain me."
Entertain him, what? "Marik, I don't-"
"It's Malik." He interrupted. "That's where the truth starts."
I was even more confused now, but I decided to ignore it for now. He said he would tell me the truth later. He better.
"Don't worry, I will. But first, I want to be entertained." He said 'entertained' in a nasty, vicious voice. "Do you remember the shows you put on for me?" He asked, his voice dripping with something akin to sarcasm.
Yes, I did remember the shows, and I wasn't about to put one on for him. Basically, his shows were making me strip and then having his servants tie me up to a wall where he would sit and stare at me through half-closed eyes for hours on end. "Marik, Malik, whoever, no way am I putting on a show!"
"I'm not asking you to. But, if you don't behave, you'll find yourself putting on shows regularly."
I winced at those words. Lets just say shows weren't my favorite form of entertainment.
"Right now, our show will be a little different...that is, if you plan on helping me it will be."
I was quiet for a moment, weighing my decision. "Okay fine, I'll help." Anything was better than putting on a show, even if it did mean letting him come up with some other way of amusing himself.
"I thought so." Was all he said.
Authors Note: Okay, yay. New chapter is up. Hay una pregunta (I think that means "there is one question" in Spanish, but I could be wrong). Lemon, or no lemon. I love lemon I'm just not sure if I'll be very good at writing it. And if I do put lemon in, I might have to change the rating. If people want lemon, put it in the review. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I have a pretty good idea of what people want.