I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, thats pretty much all I have to say.

Rated R for sexual abuse, drug use and swearing. Turn back NOW if you do not like rape, there will be a chapter in the near future about it.

Vicky loved being with Honda, after him having left her for a week, it was great to be on this date with him. Honda pulled over into a Parking Lot and turned off the engine. He swung his leg over the side and placed the kickstand down against the ground. He took off his helmet, and removed Vicky's aswell, both putting them on the seat of the motorcycle. The female brunette swung her leg so that she was still sitting on the back seat of the bike and slid off smiling at Honda. "Where are we Honda-Chan?" she questioned. He shrugged, "Dont really know but I was hungry so I stopped here at an Ice-cream parlour."

"How far are we away from home?" she questioned once more. Honda shrugged yet again and took her hand, strolling into the parlour. "An hour and a half maybe?" he estimated. He stepped inside and took a hit from a guy walking outside. His hair was jet black and he wore dark shades concealing his eyes. "Im sorry about that," he told Honda with a smile. Honda looked directly at him and shook his head, "Its my bad I wasnt watching where I was going."

The brown haired boy settled down inside, forgetting about the incident almost completely and looked at the lady in the front desk. He ordered the both of them ice cream, and payed with the change from his pocket. They sat down and happily enjoyed their cones, talking and laughing together. Honda stopped and focused his attention on the outside of the parlour where he noticed it was getting slightly dark. "What time is it?" he asked. Vicky put a look of sheer terror on her face, checking her watch, "Oh my god, we have to get back to my place and fast" she told him, though both knew the motorcycle wasnt capable of that kind of speed without getting a speeding ticket. He nodded anyways and through out the wrapper to his ice cream. Vicky did the same and the two of them exited the shop, climbing aboard the motorcycle once again and taking off for home.

It was when they pulled onto the highway did Honda remember he was supposed to fill the gas tank earlier, and gasped as he felt the engine slow down. "Whats wrong?" Vicky asked, "Nothing Vicky just hang in there," he told her. But there was no reason to hang on when the motorcycle came to a complete stop. "Shit," he swore, angry at himself for forgetting the simple chore. He reached into his pocket and searched around for a second. When he realized, Honda let loose, "Fuck that Bastard, he stole my wallet and my cellphone!" he yelled, remembering the man with the Jet black hair and glasses.

Vicky stared at him, "Shut up," she said. "No way did that happen." Honda took off his helmet and smacked it against his head over and over again, "I cant.. believe.. this.. is.. happening.. to.. us.." he said between hits. Vicky shook her head, slipping her own helmet off her head. She got off and walked a few paces, pondering what to do. She never lost her cool, and if she did it would be because hell froze over. She noticed a sign not to far away, "Honda! Gas!" she yelled. Honda looked up from his busy hobby of smacking his helmet off his head, and looked to where she was pointing. "Yes!" he yelled, and got off his motorcycle, hugging Vicky and spinning her around.

She giggled as he put her down. "Im going to go get gas and bring it here, it'll be easier that way, alright?" she nodded. "You stay here and watch the Motorcycle, dont go ANYWHERE" he told her. She nodded again with a smile on her face and watched him run off in the direction of the gas station, not knowing what time he would be back by. She looked at her watch, it was 7:00 now, and she knew Honda wouldnt be back in "five minutes" like he usualy said he would on the phone.

She layed back on the sandy dirt and fell asleep, waiting for Honda to return with gas. She awoke to the loud honk of a truck horn. "What th-" she said with a start, but cut herself off short when she saw the truck. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, brushing the dirt out of it. One of the men inside the truck rolled down his window, "Hey babyface," he said with a wink, "Whats a sexy little thing like you doing out here?" Vicky looked at him with a glare, "My boyfriends motorcycle broke down," she said, keeping her cool like usual. "He'll be back soon with gas."

The man on the other side got out, and came around the front. His jet black hair and black sunglasses both gleaming in the sunset. She gasped, "Your the one who mugged my boyfriend!" she exclaimed. "No," he said, "He wasnt watching where he was going, remember," he said with a smirk. His baggy Jeans touched the ground, his white muscle shirt showed his abs and chest muscles. He came over and extended his hand to her. "Let me help you up, little one," he said.

"Excuse me?" she said. She got up herself and brushed off her pants, walking over to the motorcycle, sitting on the seat. "Im not little," she muttered. The other man came out of the truck and smiled, "Y'know, we got some gas in the back, if you go look for it, we'll prepare the motorcycle." He wore a black muscle shirt, and was equally as muscular as the other man. His platinum blond hair reminded her of Malik, though the hairstyle was completely wrong. She noticed his equally baggy pants to the other man aswell, but what she didnt know about them, were two small handguns stuffed tightly into both of their back pockets.

Vicky looked at the both of them suspiciously, "No thank you, Im sure Honda will be back soon," she told them. "Awww, c'mon Angelface," the blonde man said, "I'll go with you while Mack here sets up the motorcycle."

Vicky shook her head, "No, Thank you" she repeated, getting annoyed at them. "How old are you Sweetcheeks?" The jet black haired man; Mack; asked. Vicky shut her eyes, they were going to kidnap her, she knew it. Slowly she wrote and S in the sand under the motorcycle, "Fourteen," she lied. She opened her eyes to see Mack shaking his head, "Your too developed to be Fourteen, Sixteen at the least," he said aloud, moving closer to Vicky and wrapping an arm around her, pressing her tightly against himself. She reached to the ground and slowly wrote an O beside the S previously drawn. "Let me go," she told him. He shook his head, "No can do, Angelface." he said. He lifted her up and off the motorcycle, holding her above the ground.

"LET ME GO!" She shrieked, slipping out of Mack's grasp. Quickly, she finished off the S ever so innocently and started to run off, but she didnt get far before the blonde grabbed her by the arm. He took her to the back of the truck and threw her in the bed. Mack got in the front and started the engine, driving away. Vicky screamed, kicking and trying to throw punches at the man holding her down, "LET ME GO! PEOPLE WILL BE LOOKING FOR ME!" she screamed. "Suuuure they will Angelcakes," he told her. He pulled the gun out of his back pocket and held it against her temple, "Dont move baby," he told her, "Dont move, and I wont hurt you," She felt a hard bang at the back of her head and she knew it hurt, she just couldnt bring herself to cry out in pain. She fell down, her last visions were of packages. Snow-white packages that led her to believe on the inside, was snow-white powder.

Vickari woke up cold and damp. She couldnt remember where she was, but when she opened her eyes to the visions of wooden walls surrounding her, hell must have frozen over, because she sure as hell wasnt keeping her cool.

THERE! IM DONE! W00t! i best get reviews for this one!! grrrr