Warning: Towards the end this chapter it gets semi graphic…but I don't want to give out too many details and spoil it for you…just a fair warning so I don't get in trouble…
*A New Threat*
Malik woke up to find himself lying on the cold ground. Sitting up slowly, he looked around and noticed that he wasn't in Anzu's room anymore. In fact, he wasn't even in the palace anymore. There was and endless stream of darkness that could only be one place; the shadow realm.
When he was awake enough to realize where he was, he immediately thought that Yami had brought him here for some reason. What nobody knew was that Malik was Yami's safe guard, the unknown person who had the power to open the shadow realm. But Malik had only been here once; to accept the power, and he hadn't been back since.
"Yami, what do you want? Why did you bring me here?" He asked nastily. He was a little bit frightened though, because as harsh and cruel as Yami could be in the mortal realm, it was nothing compared to what he could do in the shadow realm.
"Yami didn't call you hear, I did."
Malik whipped his head around to come face to face with…someone. He couldn't see the man's face because he was standing in the shadows.
Malik narrowed his eyes as he stood up; not sure what to make of this guy, he thought the voice sounded familiar, but he wasn't exactly sure where he had heard it before.
"How did you get in here?" Malik snapped. "Who are you?"
The man smiled wickedly as he sniggered. His laugh sent a chill up Malik's spine.
"I've always been here." He sneered. "You should know me very well."
"No, I'm afraid I don't know you." Malik said as he glanced down, observing a golden rod gripped tightly by the man. It had the symbol of the Pharaoh on the end of it, the millennium eye. "Why don't you show your face?"
It seemed as though the man was waiting for this and without hesitation he took a few steps forward, smiling slyly. Malik gasped as he gazed at…himself? His robes were as black as his surroundings and his hair was far spikier then even Yami's. He looked like pure evil, and he had a glowing millennium eye on his forehead. Instantly Malik felt a cold wave sweep over him, as if he had just jumped into the coldest ocean, he quivered slightly.
"Is that better?" The man asked as he walked closer to Malik, smiling when he saw the reaction of fear on Malik's face. This was exactly what he wanted.
Malik took a step back; he didn't want to get too close to this man, whoever he was. Malik didn't quite know what to make of this man; he looked like himself, a little.
"I'll ask one more time, who are you?" Malik said, not taking his eyes off the man, he didn't trust him one bit.
"Why, you mean you don't recognize me?" The man shook his head in an exaggerated form of disgust. "Malik, I'm you."
"Shut the hell up, bastard!" Malik paused for a second, now he remembered, this was the voice he heard earlier. "You're not me, you may look like me, a little, but you are nothing like me, you are just pure evil."
The man smiled at those words as if they were a complement. He walked right up to Malik and gripped his chin roughly.
"Poor, foolish Malik." He whispered, as he drew his face in closer. Malik just starred at him, he could feel his anger growing. "I am you, that is certain. I am the dark side, the side that has been locked up in the shadow realm for centuries. But now, no one can hear my voice, but you. And it's all thanks to Yami. He set me free. Thanks to him, I can come back and take what's rightfully mine."
Malik pulled his face away and stepped back, shaking his head.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you won't get away with this. Yami will kill you, you can be sure of that."
Malik jumped a little when the man laughed hysterically.
"Malik, he can not kill me, nor can you, or anybody else. I am but a shadow, a dark spirit. But…I have my ways of getting what I want." He smiled as he looked down at his golden staff and rubbed the top with his index finger. Noticing Malik looking at the staff with a worried expression, he smiled a little.
"Your fear excites me Malik. But don't worry, I don't plan on using this on you…yet." He narrowed his eyes as he licked his lips. "You will be of use to me in other ways. I want to cause Yami as much pain as possible."
"No. You bastard!" Malik charged toward him, but the man faded away, and reappeared behind him. Malik turned around to see the man with a smug look on his face.
"Come now Malik, is that all you've got?" He teased as he folded his arms. " I could kill you right now you know, I would enjoy that thoroughly. But I have to control myself, because what I have planned is far worse, and I need you to execute my plan."
"I don't know what your thinking, but I will never help you."
"Oh, I'm afraid you won't have a choice. I'm going to break every body using you, then when I'm done, I can have my way with you…not exactly sure what I'm going to do to you, however I'm sure I will enjoy it fully." The man lowered his gaze penetrating Malik's heart and he shuddered. Noticing this the evil one smiled again.
"Yes, be afraid, I love it when you cower, I know your thoughts and your deepest fears, and I will be sure that you experience every one of them, until you're begging for mercy."
Malik clenched his fists as he to narrowed his eyes. This guy was really pissing him off. Whatever his demented reasoning was; Malik was going to make sure that this freak didn't hurt anyone he cared about. Athena, Anzu…Yami.
"Ah, I see, you want me to leave your friends alone." He said venomously. "Well well, that gives me an idea."
"I won't let you! If you try anything I'll catch you, even if I can't kill you, I will make sure you don't touch them!" He yelled
"Shut up fool. You won't be able to stop me! I'll make sure of that."
"Malik! Malik are you ok?" Came a familiar voice. Malik whipped around expecting to see Anzu but found no one. He turned his head to see an angry looking evil spirit.
"She'll pay for waking you up." He stated simply before snapping his fingers and vanishing.
"You leave her alone!" Malik yelled out into the darkness, but he felt the darkness slipping away, and his body started to feel heavy, and before he knew it, he was back in the room laying on the bed with a worried looking Anzu gazing at him.
"Malik what's wrong? You were tossing and turning." She asked.
"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare." He lied, faintly, he could hear the wicked laugh of the evil spirit, and he tried to ignore it because he didn't want to scare Anzu, evidently the spirit was right, because Anzu didn't hear the laugh.
"Are you sure?"
Malik nodded a little.
"Ok then." She said as she got up from the bed. "Sorry but I have to go. It's morning and I've got work to do, if I don't go now my grandma will kill me." She walked out the door, but quickly popped her head back in. "I'll come in later to check on your back."
"Thank-"
But before he could finish, she rushed away.
"Huh, she must be in a hurry to do work." He said to himself as he lay back down on his stomach, resting his head on his hands. His back still hurt, but the pain was ten times less then what it was last night, he was extremely grateful for what Anzu did, or else he might still be laying down in the dungeon slowly bleeding to death.
He closed his eyes and blew a piece of hair out of his face. Was what he had last night just a dream? Now he wasn't sure, it seemed so real, and the evilness of that man was still fresh in his memory, every word that he had said played over and over again in his mind.
It wasn't a dream Malik. Came the haunting utterance.
"No! Go away, I don't have to listen to this shit!" Malik yelled as he sat up on the bed.
Who was that woman? She's quite beautiful.
That was the last straw for Malik.
"That's it bastard, if you touch her, you'll regret it!"
Don't be so cocky Malik. It's you that will be regretting
everything if you try and get in my way. All I want to do is enslave her, make her my prisoner so that she can satisfy my sensual indulgence. He sniggered a little. Yes Malik, get mad, this is good. You care about her don't you? Well then, I think I will hurt her, yes, I'll make her suffer. Every night before I ravish her into submission, I'll hurt her. Tie her to the floor, and have sex with her until her body breaks. It will be a never-ending cycle, until one day when I tire of her, and then I will slowly kill her.
"You bastard, you will never get her! Leave her alone." Malik was so angry now that he felt as if he would go insane. He felt as if this was all his fault, this crazy evil spirit was going after everyone he cared about and there was nothing that he could do about it.
Malik, you don't understand the satisfaction and the pleasure of pain. I love the darkness, the pain and the suffering, and I love people to experience it with me. The spirit lowered his voice into an almost growl. Ore wa yami no daisuki da ne.
"Please, please just leave them out of this. You want me right? Well then take me, you can do what you want with me. Just please don't hurt them." Malik didn't know what else to do now other then beg. He had tried force, but that only brought the spirit pleasure.
Yes, plead for your friends. Your pain is beautiful Malik. All of your sufferings…they bring me satisfaction. He paused. But the pain of watching your friends die right in front of you is so irresistible to me. The spirit nearly moaned with pleasure. I can't wait to see it.
Malik put his head in his hands, he didn't want to show sorrow, because he knew that the spirit would revel in it, but he didn't know what else to do. He closed his eyes and sighed, and he heard the spirit chuckle slightly.
This is what I love Malik.
Slowly Malik lowered his hands and showed no expression on his face.
Oh no, don't stop, this is amazing. He wined, sounding slightly disappointed.
"Just go away, bastard." Malik said emotionlessly.
As you wish, but I'll be back, I promise you that, and you wont know what hit you.
Malik sat in silence for a while, and when he didn't hear the taunting voice of the spirit, Malik assumed that he flew off for parts unknown.
This was really becoming scary, this spirit, whoever he was, was extremely morbid, insane, and just plain evil. However, Malik didn't feel the need to bring anyone into this, he didn't want to scare anyone, after all, maybe he was going crazy.
He could only hope.
* * *
Athena sat silently on the bed of her temporary room in silence. She glanced out the window and noticed that morning had finally come. All night, her thoughts were drawn to Yami and the scene she had witnessed in the dungeon. Everything, from the look of hatred in Yami's eyes, to the horrible sounds of torment that came from Malik was still fresh in her memory. It had kept her awake all night; it got her to thinking.
Resting her head on her knees she bit her bottom lip as she thought long and hard about what she was going to do. It had taken her all night, but she had finally come to the conclusion that she was going to leave him.
It was the hardest decision that she had ever had to make, but she decided that it was for the best. After all, there was no way that Yami loved her anymore, even if he said he did. Then again, it was those three words that kept her here until today. Had he not said it when he did, she would have already left, coming to the conclusion that Yami would never love her no matter what. But that wasn't the case; he said it, as far as she could tell, he meant it, and there was no going back from there. So she decided that she would leave in the night, when she wouldn't have to worry about running into anybody. She didn't want to have to say goodbye; it would be too hard.
* * *
Seth walked down the passageway that lead from his room, past the Pharaoh's and to the room where he knew Athena was staying. Unlike most people in the palace, he knew that Yami and Athena were no longer in the same room. He was ready to take full advantage of this. There would be no Yami around to protect her. He stopped as he approached the door, and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and grinning malevolently. Seth glanced up and down the corridor, observing everything. He wanted nothing to go wrong, or this would cost him his life. Finally, when he had staked out the area, he decided to wait until nighttime, when there would be little to no activity around the hallways, and he could slip in and out unnoticed.
Moving away from the wall, he swiftly walked back to where he came from, hardly able to wait until tonight.
"You'll be mine soon woman." He whispered to himself.
* * *
Seto silently walked past the golden shrine to Amun as Yami closed the wooden doors.
This was the usual morning routine, and it had been this way ever since the temple had been restored. But Seto had been noticing changes in Yami. His usual enthusiasm for the newly restored religion had vanished and it had been replaced with bitterness. When Seto had first met him, he could see an unusual spark of life and youthfulness in Yami's eyes, but that to had disappeared and in its place stood an empty stare. Yami no longer walked with confidence, he no longer had that zest of youthfulness, instead, he seemed to sulk around and avoided talking to anyone at all costs.
As the three men left the inner sanctuary Seto glanced at Bakura, who just nodded and left the two alone.
For a while, Seto and Bakura had been debating over whether or not one of them should try and talk to Yami. Seto remembered all to well what had happened the last time he tried to confront Yami about his problems all those months ago. Finally though, it had been decided that it was better to risk it then to see Yami like this.
Clearing his throat Seto tried to start up a conversation.
"So, Yami…we haven't talked much lately, how's life?"
But that was the wrong question to ask. Immediately Yami snapped his head in Seto's direction and glared at him.
Seto took a swift step back, trying to avoid what he thought was about to become a painful punch in the nose.
However, Yami didn't hit Seto, instead he kept on walking, leaving Seto behind for a moment. But Seto quickly caught up with him and they walked along in awkward silence until Seto thought of a conversation that was sure to go all right, or so he thought.
"How's…what's her name again, oh yea Athena? How is-" Seto's voice trailed off. Evidently Seto had no idea what had occurred over the last week; then again, almost nobody had any idea of what happened. If you were to ask any servant in the palace, all that they would be able to tell you would be that Yami was in a bad mood and that they heard someone screaming in the dungeon last night.
Yami looked at the opposite wall of the temple as he stopped walking. He looked at it for a while before he turned to Seto, who had also stopped walking.
"To answer your first question, Seto. The past week has been hell for me. I have never felt this much pain in my life." Yami paused as he thought about what he just said. He remembered how he felt when he was little, all the pain that he went through, and he had come to the conclusion that this pain was by far the worst he had ever experienced.
At that statement, Seto felt his breath catch in his throat. He remembered the story that Yami had told him about his past, and he remembered how much pain Yami was in, was this really that bad?
"As for your second question. I have no idea how she is. I have no idea where she is. For all I care she's laying in some man's bed somewhere far away from here." He snapped. But that was the last thing he wanted. He loved her, and he wanted to be with her right now. But he knew that that could never be. He knew that she wouldn't want to be with him anymore. No matter how angry he was with her in the beginning, he still loved her, and nothing he could do or say would ever change that. After last night he was sure that she had left the palace…how could she not after that horrible display? She probably thought he was some kind of monster.
Noticing the look on Yami's face, Seto frowned.
"Yami, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're lying to me." He stated matter of factly as he folded his arms.
"I'm not lying, this week has been hell for me." Yami growled.
"Oh, I believe that Yami, it's the last part that I'm having trouble believing."
Yami took one look at him and then glanced away. Was it that obvious? Seto could read him like a book, so there was no point in arguing. For Yami, this was the breaking point.
"Seto, I love her. I never wanted any of this to happen, if I could, I would take it all back, I would have never hit her. Everything that I have done haunts me, it eats away at my soul…or what I have left of it."
"Woah, Yami slow down, what are you talking about, you hit her?" Seto was totally clueless.
"Never mind, I don't feel like talking about it." Yami sighed as he began to walk again.
Seto stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up.
"Yami!" He shouted to him.
Yami turned around and glanced at Seto as he stood at the exit of the temple.
"Yami, whatever happened, if you love her, you have to try and make things up, if you don't…you'll regret it." Seto turned and walked back into the dank inner sanctum of the temple, leaving Yami standing in the doorway, extremely perplexed at Seto's words of edification. He knew Seto was right, and he wanted so bad to tell her he was sorry. His initial feelings of hatred toward her had vanished, and they were replaced with a longing to be with her again. And he knew that the only way that this could happen would be for him to go to her, that is, if she was still at the palace.
Without thinking he turned around and bolted out of the temple, down the hill and back up to the palace. He had to do it, before it was too late, if it wasn't too late already.
But Yami was only human, and he had human anxieties. When he approached his room and was about to use his magic to find her, he suddenly felt his nerves run wild. What would he say when he found her? Would she want to be with him anymore?
Yami decided that he should go about this in a cautious way, he would have to think long and hard about what he was going to say. But this time he had no one to help him, no Malik, no Bener, just himself. So he decided that he would wait until nighttime, that should give him enough time to figure out what to say.
Shutting the door to his room he slumped over to his bed and flopped down, covering his eyes with his hands and sighing heavily.
This was going to take some time.
The day moved by far faster then Yami would have wished, but night came and it was time for him to try his best to get Athena back. He paced around his room, deciding to give himself and hour or so. It was only dusk, and he wanted to wait until nightfall.
* * *
Malik glanced out Anzu's window and noticed that the sun was setting. Anzu made him stay in bed all day and he was dying of boredom. His back hardly hurt at all, thanks to the medicine that she frequently gave him, and he didn't see why he couldn't just get up and take a stroll outside, but Anzu had strongly advised against it, so he listened to her.
His day went by rather uneventfully, other then the crazy man he had dreamed about, but he had made up his mind that it was just a dream, brought on by Ra knows what that was in that medicine Anzu gave him.
Suddenly Malik felt a slight pain in his head. He placed his fingertips to his temple and massaged it gently. The pain came out of nowhere and it began to escalate. He sat up a little bit, groaning slightly at the dull pain that was becoming stronger by the second. It moved all around his head, starting from the front, and moving its way back.
"Oww." He hissed, sitting straight up in the bed.
Does it hurt Malik?
"By the Gods! Its you; you aren't real, just go away!" Malik yelled out as he grabbed the back of his head.
Malik, I'm very real, and I'm ready to execute part of my
plan. The man laughed wickedly. Without warning a pain shot through Malik's entire body, causing him to wither up in agony as he screamed loudly. Tears formed in his eyes as he shut them tightly and gritted his teeth. His body twisted and turned under the immense pain.
He screamed out loud again, but his voice began to change, it became deeper, and more menacing. He shot up on the bed, and stepped off, blindly stumbling around the room as he gripped his head. The pain was unrelenting and he had no idea what was happening to him, he felt as if he was going to explode.
You have a strong will Malik. But save yourself some pain and stop resisting! The spirit yelled.
"What…are you…d-doing?" Malik hissed.
Hum. I warned you Malik, but too late now.
Instantly, the pain that Malik felt multiplied tenfold, and he fell to his knees, yelling.
In a few moments time, Malik's hair stood on end and a millennium eye glowed brightly on his forehead. He was no longer Malik.
"I told you not to try and stop me you fool." The man said to no one. "Your body is mine now, so I can do what I want with it. I hope you find your accommodations in the shadow realm comfortable." The spirit laughed.
"I find it easier to accomplish my business when I have a human host." He lowered his head and glared at the door. Now that he had taken over Malik's body, he could almost be mistaken for Malik, other then the spiky hair and the millennium eye on his forehead, the two were indistinguishable. But there was one other thing the spirit had that Malik didn't. Magic. And he was more then willing to use it. Slowly walking out of the room, he glanced down the left hallway, and then to the right. He knew exactly where he had to go.
* * *
Night had fallen; a slight breeze blew around the palace causing it to be slightly cooler then most nights. Many of the servants had retired for the night as all their work was done.
This was what Seth had waited for all day, and now it was time. Walking to his door and glancing down the hallways, he noticed that they were empty. This was as good a time as any to carry out his plan, so reaching for a cape that was on his wall, he put it on and left his room.
* * *
Athena had spent most of her day having second thoughts on her ideas of leaving. But after reflecting on it all day, she made up her mind that it had to be done. Nighttime had come far faster then she would have liked, because she was in no rush to leave. But it came and so without hesitation she took one step outside of her room, and she felt a cold hand grasp her around her mouth and nose pulling her back behind the door with astounding force. Her immediate reaction was to try and scream, but his hand only muffled her attempt and she found it hard to breathe because the cold hand was covering her nose and mouth.
Fear paralyzed her body and her mind was not functioning correctly, however, she managed to bring her free hand up; for the other he held tightly behind her back; and grab his arm, desperately trying to free herself from his powerful grip. But it was no use, he was too strong. She thought that she could hear her aggressor laughing quietly at her attempt to free herself.
Athena was struggling with him with all of her might as she was trying to free herself but she felt herself becoming weak, she felt as if her efforts were in vain because the more she struggled the tighter his grip became until it was almost painful. It was harder for her to take in air, and she faintly remembered him blindfolding her and dragging her somewhere before she totally blacked out.
* * *
Some time later Athena awoke. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw nothing but black; she was still blindfolded. Her breathing was heavy and her head was pounding, as well as her heart. Athena's panic ran sky high when she remembered what had happened before she was knocked out. Her memory was coming back to her and she remembered someone strong grabbing her when she stepped out of her room. She remembered that she struggled, and then…she wound up here.
Staying as quiet as possible; for she didn't want whoever it was to come back; she tried to sit up, but found that something was holding her back. Pulling harder, she heard the clink of metal. Realizing that she was chained to the floor, she decided that it would be impossible for her to escape on he own. Sighing she lowered her head back down on the cold, hard floor, her movement was extremely limited, for her ankles were also chained. She took in a deep, unsteady breath and remained quiet. Maybe whoever it was, was waiting for her to wake up, so if she pretended to still be knocked out, maybe he wouldn't come.
But little did she know that he was standing behind her the whole time, silently watching her struggle. He smiled to himself. 'Yes woman, struggle for all you're worth. But you will be mine before the nights over, and there is nothing Yami can do about it.'
With a wicked grin on his face he moved forward, out of the shadows. Athena heard the footsteps and her breath caught in her throat. Before she could think about what she was doing, she found herself calling for help.
"Help! Help! Someone please he-"
She was cut off abruptly as the cold hand quickly wrapped around her face, silencing her desperate pleas.
"I wouldn't scream if I were you." He cautioned as he knelt beside her. This was the first time that she heard the voice of the man who took her. Athena tried to think of where she had heard the voice before, but it was unfamiliar to her.
"If you promise not to scream, I'll let go of you." Said the man.
She nodded her head in silent agreement, and he removed his hand, sniggering to himself.
Athena lay in silence for a while, and the steady drip, drip of water could be heard somewhere in the distance. She had no idea where she was, or even if she was still in the palace for that matter. Her heart grew cold, she hated everything about this man, from his voice to his cold touch. He was just plain evil, and she so wished that he would just let her go, even for a minute. She just wanted to cause him as much physical pain as possible
"W- who are you?" She stammered nervously as she turned her head to the right. "Why have you brought me here?" She almost knew the answer to that question, but she was too frightened to admit what he might do to her.
"You needn't worry about that my pet. There are far worse things to be concerned about." He laughed a wicked laugh that made Athena shudder. She never remembered hearing a voice so full of wickedness, and at the same time, was filled with desire.
"What do you want from me?" She asked with courage. Athena wasn't the type to give up her dignity without a fight. She had a kind of spirit that took crap from no one, and she hated being taken advantage of.
"What do I want?" He repeated. "My dear, what I want is far more than you alone can give me."
Athena was slightly confused at that statement. What did he want? At this point, she hadn't the faintest idea of what he was up to.
"What I want…well, lets just say that you are a step along the way for me to receive what I desire. But, right now, what I desire, is you." He knelt down beside her yet again, and ran his finger across her smooth face. Athena just wouldn't have this, she didn't want him to touch her, he repulsed her, so she snapped at his finger. This only pleased him.
"My, my, what a wild one you are." He paused as he brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Leaning in closer, until he was only inches away from her lips he whispered, "I shall truly have fun taming you." He brought his tongue out and ran it across her lips before he pulled away.
"No! Don't touch me." She spat as she jerked her head in the other direction. He sickened her, and she shuddered a little as she tried to get rid of the taste in her mouth.
"What? Don't touch you?" He asked mockingly.
Athena stayed silent.
"Why, what are you going to do?"
Again, she didn't answer.
"Exactly. Nothing. Nobody can help you, no one can hear you, and if you want to leave alive, you better do as I say."
"I'd rather die then let you have your way with me!" She shot back.
"That can be arranged!" He yelled, sounding slightly agitated.
Athena closed her eyes under the blindfold, and a tear ran down her cheek.
'Yami.' Her mind begged for him.
Looking at her, the man noticed her tears, and he was delighted.
"Are you crying my sweet?" He could hardly hide his triumph. "Are you in pain? Does your heart hurt?"
Athena didn't answer him; she didn't want to admit defeat. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he terrified her.
But he already knew.
"Are you scared of the dark?" He closed his eyes and licked his lips, he could tell her innermost thoughts and fears. "Yes, yes you are like a child, afraid of the dark, and afraid of being alone." Athena noticed something different about his voice as he spoke; he sounded almost…aroused.
"Well my dear, don't fret, you are not alone." He paused. "I'm here."
"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better." She replied harshly.
"Oh, come now, I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Humph."
The man chuckled, slightly amused by Athena's efforts to remain calm, when he knew that at any moment, she would break.
"Stop struggling with it." He muttered to her.
"I'm not struggling, what the hell are you talking about?" She asked, trying to remain as calm as possible.
"You are afraid of me, I can feel it. You shudder when I talk; tremble when I come near. There is no need to hide your emotions from me. You hate to be alone and you hate the dark. I could remove the blindfold, but I assure you that it is just as dark without it." He walked behind her knelt down and put his hands on her head, as if he were going to remove the blindfold. But something immediately changed his mind.
"On second thought, I think I'll leave it on, because I'm going to light a single torch so that I can see your amazing body." The man said wickedly.
Within seconds Athena heard the unmistakable crackle of flames, and she could see a faint glow through her dark blindfold.
"There, much better."
She heard him walk over to the wall and place the torch in its holder, and then walk close to her again. Her heart was beating fast again, and she started to breathe loudly without even realizing it.
He grinned as he looked down at her from where he was standing.
"You are amazingly beautiful, Athena."
"How did you know my name?" She asked curiously, this must be someone she had met before if he knew her name.
"Never mind that, you've got more important things to be worried about."
Athena tilted her head up when she thought she heard something click, it sounded like a…
"No what are you doing?! Leave me alone!" She screamed when she felt something cold and sharp press tightly against her neck.
"Shh, shhh. Hush my sweet, I'm not going to kill you, this is merely a warning, because if you don't cooperate fully, I will." He moved the blade gently across her neck, all the while Athena nervously held her breath, making sure not to make one false move. "Don't make me use it." He warned. "Because I wouldn't like to kill you, just yet."
He removed the knife from her neck and slipped it away.
"W-what are you going to do?" Her voice was hoarse, and she found it notably hard to talk.
"Don't worry about it." He smirked as he ran his fingers along her collarbone. She recoiled slightly, but she could move too far because of the chains.
"Please…" She shut her eyes tightly, trying to escape mentally. Trying to do anything she could to stop thinking about him touching her.
"Are you begging me Athena?" Came the excited voice.
"I…yes." She had given in. It was hopeless, she had lost her will to fight, she didn't care anymore about her dignity, she just didn't want him to touch her or to hurt her. This was exactly what he was waiting for.
"Go on and beg. Plea for your life, plead for all you are worth." He closed his eyes and sighed. 'You are simply irresistible when you are helpless.'
Athena frowned, this guy was crazy. She didn't know what to do anymore. If she struggled it mad him happy, if she begged, it only made him happier. He frightened her beyond her wits, but she tried not to show it anymore.
"What's wrong my sweet? Was it something I said?" He joked maliciously. When she said nothing, he merely laughed, an evil laugh, which she tried her best to ignore.
"You can hide your fear from me Athena. I can taste it, I can feel it." He moved his fingers down from her neck, in between her breasts and trailed them down her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as he made his way down her leg and under her dress and he felt her. She closed her eyes and wished with all her might that someone would come, but knowing that no one would.
Without warning he drove his fingers into her, causing her to cry out. It hurt, yet at the same time it felt good. Steadily, and against her will he moved them in and out of her. She cringed and she could feel tears rolling down her cheeks.
He noticed this and moved his face up to her face.
"There, there now, it's not that bad." He whispered into her ear. Then he took his tongue and licked up the side of her face, wiping up the tears.
She moved her head away a little as she cried.
"I promise it will feel better." He said calmly. Then he drove his fingers in deeper. She tried to stay silent, but a faint moan escaped her lips.
He smiled, "See, I told you."
"No." She moaned softly. "No, I-hate…you. Please, stop. Please." Her pleas were in vain, and it only brought him more satisfaction.
"Ok." He pulled his fingers out and stood up.
Athena was still breathing heavy, but over her deep intakes of breath she heard the faint click of a knife again.
"No! Wait, I didn't do anything, please!" But when she expected to find the knife against her throat, she felt him grab her dress sleeves and cut them with the knife. 'No, please Ra no.'
After he cut her dress straps he slowly slipped the dress down and removed it from Athena, leaving her naked.
She shivered because of the cold damp air that was hitting her bare skin, and also because she almost knew what was coming next.
Athena felt him climb on top of her, but thankfully he was still clothed.
The man ran his hands up her sides and onto her breasts massaging them.
She shook her head, trying not to think about how good it felt, because all she could think about was how much she hated him. Athena felt ashamed for letting herself enjoy the feeling, because she didn't want to enjoy it.
The man sensed her inner conflict and he chuckled softly, this was exactly what he wanted. So instead of relenting, he wanted to escalate her pleasure.
He lowered himself down and gently began to suck on her breasts, biting them gently and then sucking to lessen the pain.
Athena bit her lip, desperately trying not to make a noise. The anguish was emanating from her face, as he looked up at her from his position.
"This feels good doesn't it Athena?"
She shook her head no. It did, but she didn't want it to.
"No?" He said, trying to sound shocked, but he knew what she was thinking.
"Well then, maybe there is something else I have to do." He pulled away from her and stood up.
Athena listened for the click of the knife, but when she didn't hear it she almost sighed with relief. Until she heard a sound that frightened her even more.
She heard his robes fall gently to the floor.
"No, wait, please don't do this." She whined, struggling against her bindings with all her might. She yanked at the chains that held her wrists, trying franticly to slip out of them. It didn't work; she was bound too tightly.
"Athena, please don't struggle, you'll only make it worse." He said softly to her as he once again lowered himself on top of her.
Athena flinched at the feel of his naked skin on hers. It was nothing like the way she felt when Yami's body was on top of her.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this." He said, "Well, if you don't, I know I will."
"Please don't…" Was her final plea before he forced himself into her.
"A-ah!" She cried out with sheer anguish. Her eyes shot open as tears began to build up in her eyes. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was unrelenting. He was harsh in his movements and he didn't slow down. The feeling was the complete opposite of what she felt with Yami. He was gentle and soft. This man rammed himself into her, until she felt as if her body would break.
This was exactly what he wanted, and he forced himself in deeper, against her will. He brought his lips to hers and began to kiss them.
Athena didn't kiss him back, she kept her lips shut tightly.
Slightly agitated, the man bit her lip hard. When she opened her mouth to yell out, he forced his tongue in.
She would have bit his tongue, but she was afraid of what he would do to her if she did. Instead, she allowed him to kiss her, and roam his tongue around her mouth, but she refused to kiss him back.
Becoming more aggravated he pulled away from her lips, raised his hand and whipped it across her face.
"See what you get woman." He hissed. "Don't aggravate me or worse will happen."
She felt her face grow hot and her body surge with anger. Suddenly she felt him grip her arms tightly, so tight that it was painful.
"Ouch, let go of me!"
He merely smirked as he tightened his hold and continued, speeding up slightly. He was enjoying every second of this. From the way that Athena was crying out beneath him, to how amazing she felt as he ravished her into submission.
Athena's body hurt more then ever, she felt as if he would never stop.
He dug his nails into her skin, just to cause her more discomfort. He smiled when he heard her moan with pain. He was far from done with her body; this wasn't the only thing that he wanted to do to her. He wanted to break her, he wanted to beat and torment her, worse then what he was doing now. She was like a fawn, and he was the hunter storming across the desert in a chariot, bow in hand. There was no escape for her.
With one final and extremely painful thrust, he pulled out of her, but not before he kissed her again.
Standing up and putting his clothes back on he could hear the soft cries coming from Athena as she lay broken and exhausted on the floor. Her body glistened with sweat, even though the air was chilly.
"Tired Athena?" He asked her, knowing the answer. He was ready for more, but he knew he had to control himself.
But she did not answer him. She merely gasped for air as her naked body shivered.
"Hum, I'm having trouble deciding what to do with you next." He said to her as he knelt down again.
What he did next surprised her. He took the key and unlocked the cuffs that bound her to the floor.
For the first time in hours, she sat up. Her whole body ached though, and she fell back down to the ground, utterly exhausted. Between the mix of fear and pain, it was hard for her to do anything. She knew her efforts to escape would be haltered because she could hardly sit up, and he would surely catch up to her in no time.
"What's the matter Athena? Don't you want to leave?" He asked as he unlocked her ankles. She heard him walk over to a water source and extinguish the only torch. "You can remove your blindfold you know."
She didn't know it she wanted to, she was afraid of what she might see, but reluctantly she reached around and slipped it off her head.
Blinking a couple of times, she realized that it was just as dark with the blindfold off as it was with it on. However, she noticed a faint glow coming from behind her. Was it another light? Slowly, she sat up and turned her head around, and what her eyes saw horrified her.
It was a glowing eye, she recognized it as the millennium eye, which everyone in Egypt could identify. The golden glow illuminated a pair of eyes, which stared at her. The were the most evil eyes she had ever seen
"What's wrong my pet? I don't scare you, do I?" He said as he walked to her and knelt down. He softly lifted her chin up and for the first time Athena gazed into the eyes of her captor. They were an empty, soulless gray. She couldn't see anything else about him though because they were in total darkness, which also scared her, she didn't have any idea where she was, or who else could be lurking in the shadows.
"You're afraid, aren't you? I can feel your body tremble." He moaned as he placed his other hand on her hip. She pulled away abruptly, now she didn't have anything to restrict her movement.
He was angered, so he gripped her by the hair and threw her onto the hard stone floor.
"Woman you have no idea…" But the evil one stopped his sentence as he looked down at her. His vision was accustomed to the dark, and he could see things that others couldn't. He saw a little bit of blood dripping down the side of her face. He smiled softly as he bent down, picked up her robes and walked over to her.
Athena swiftly pushed herself away from him, but it made no difference. Kneeling down, he handed her the ripped clothing as he slid some hair away from her face. She quickly slipped the dirty wet linen over her body and held it up with her hands. Looking at the small wound he moved in closer and licked up some of the blood.
"Mmm, you taste amazing." He whispered.
She saw him close his eyes, for his eyes were the only thing that she could make out because they were illuminated by the millennium eye.
"I want to taste more of you."
Before she knew what was coming the man stood up and with one swift movement his foot met her stomach with brutal force. It knocked the wind out of her as she fell back and hit something hard. She assumed it was the wall, she heard a snap and then a terrible pain emitted from her chest. Choking, Athena brought her hand up to her mouth catching the blood that she coughed out.
Chuckling he walked to her yet again, knelt down and kissed her, gently sucking on her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her blood. But it was not enough. He clamped his jaw down hard on her lip as a yell escaped her lips. He lapped up the fresh blood eagerly. Then after his thirst was satisfied, he pulled away.
"Stand up." He ordered as he gripped her wrists and pulled her to her feet.
He jerked her up with such a force that it caused her head to whip back, sending an intense pain down her spine.
"A-ah, that hurts. Why are you doing this?" She moaned through the blood as he held her in his arms so that she would be able to stand.
"I'm sorry my darling, but it has to be done." He whispered softly to her while gently rubbing some of the blood off of her face.
"Wh-what has to be done?" She asked warily, almost too horrified to listen for the answer.
"This!" He yelled, slamming her against the nearest wall. A stone that jutted out of the wall crashed into her back, causing her to contort her body in anguish. She slowly felt herself sinking; she couldn't feel her body anymore. She couldn't feel him beating her relentlessly. All that she could feel was a coldness sweep over her entire body. It was a horrible feeling; she wasn't sure what caused it. Ever so slowly her mangled, weak, bloody body fell limply to the floor.
Athena shut her eyes, but the scene was the same, utter darkness, still, she wanted to die not seeing his eyes, she wanted one last time to remember the warmth of Yami. An almost unnoticeable smile came upon her face as she thought of him one last time. Then she heard the click of the knife, she knew it was coming, the man pulled her up by the hair.
"Goodbye Athena." Were the last words she heard. Then she felt the smooth blade of the knife pierce her neck, she welcomed it this time, the blade was her rescuer, her redeemer.
After he had done what he had set out to do the evil one dropped her to the ground and walked away, leaving her there to die, alone in the dark.
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Umm…I have nothing to say… ;_;