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Nekomi opened her eyes, waiting until the blurs cleared and she could see again. The room came into focus. Rays of light slanted through the windows illuminating white furnature and light yellow walls. Her body ached like someone had took a sledge hammer to her. She was clad in an oversized tee-shirt and could see wide purple and green bruises spreading all along her body. Her head pounded furiously, making it hard to remember details.

Each moment that passed took some of her memory of the past two nights with it. Looking around, she saw she was alone, and untied. Rumaging through the desk in the corner produced paper and a pen. She must remember, and to do that, she had to write it down. No matter how painful each word was, emotionally, to her.

Early morning, day... unremembered

The details are slipping away even as I write this, though the more I concentrate, the higher the clarity of my memory. I must express my pain and abuse to myself, or I will become his slave and not remember myself.

I awoke after being kidnapped and knocked out by Seto Kaiba. It must have been later in the day, the sun had already set and it was dark outside. I was in an unknown building, a resturant, actually. I was not bound in anyway, but was sitting at a fancy table. He was opposite me, and raised his glass in a mock toast or salute to me when he noticed I was concious.

My mouth was unbearably dry and I gazed longingly at the crystal glass in his hand. The one set before me was empty. So empty. Upon seeing my gaze, he waved over a waiter to take my order.

"I thought we ought to work out our differences," he grinned innocently as water was placed in front of me.

I ignored him and greedily gulped down the entire glass, which was refilled immediately. Then I glared at him. The research I had done on Seto Kaiba said he never acknoledged rivals or offered to 'work out' differences with them. I immediately concluded it was a trap, obvious, since I had been forcably made to hear him and his attempts at 'unity' and blah, as he was now sputtering about.

His hand reached slowling across the short table and brushed against mine. I drew it away and smacked it lightly with my free hand. I was unsure of the meaning of his touch, and was busy calculating my escape. Though, for some reason, his words were more interesting to me now.

"Two such equal guinesses should not be on opposite sides..."

His knee brushed against mine, and I pulled back, trembling.

"Yugi cannot give you all that you require. I can satisfy all your needs and provide you with a comfortable place to stay. All your desires will be but a snap away..."

His words seemed to blend together and I barely noticed when he slipped his hand sideways through the slit in my dress. My mind was now far away, watching as if I were merely a spectator while my slef, still present in my body became hypontized by his deep blue eyes. I was no longer listening to the words, but the soft murmur he was whispering to me was sweet harmony and calmed me.

I watched myself being led, giddily to a taxi and climbed in before Seto. The cab driver took off. Within a second, I was on his lap, my skirt pushed up almost to my waist so I was pressed against him. His hands were moving feveriously down my back and chest. He was trailing soft kisses along my collar bone while my body responded to his carresses. I screamed at myself to run, to stop him, but I couldn't hear me. I felt his hands on me, on my body, on my soul. But I couldn't act except in ways that pleased and surprised him.

The cabbie threatened to kick us out if we messed up his seat, and told us to get a room. Seto nonchalantly waved two hundred dollars at him, and he quieted his protests, though drove a little faster.

Seto half led, half carried me into a house, after paying the man. My body was wrapped so tightly against his, my head buried in his chest, that I could hardly walk on my own.

We came to this room. The one that I awoke in, only a few short moments ago.

He teased me out of my dress and coazed me into taking off his shirt and pants. My body was ravenous with want. I yelled that I loved Malik, and would only love Malik, but no one could hear me. Seto pushed me roughly onto the sheets and climbed over to me. The rough fabric of his boxers gathered over his hardness and between my legs. He rubbed me, arousing my body until it showed my need for him.

Then he opened his boxers and pulled gently on my hips. My legs slipped down next to his, his manhood was pressed against my opening. He felt me to see if I was ready, teasing in and out with the tip of his erection. Then he slammed into me. I curiously felt no pain. I was open for him and Malik had already lovingly broken that barrier.

The easy entrance drove Seto insane. He shoved me away and tore off his boxers. He was angry that he hadn't gotten to me in time to cause me pain. His blows fell often on my unprotected body, though it still tried to please him.

He tore my legs open and drove in wildly. The pain was worse than when Malik and I had come together. His kisses bruised my lips, his teeth savagely worked my breasts. And the wildness of his thrusts were agony. There was no knock at the door to end everything, the pounding just went on and on. I was being torn apart! The pain grew to be to much and my body shut down, cutting me off from conciousness, though it angered him even further.

Upon waking up in the middle of the night, I found he was sleeping next to me, his spent member still inside me. When I twitched, still drugged, trying to warm myself against the burning coldness, he stirred beside me. The cycle began again. This time, he threw me over a stack of pillows and raped me from behind.

I know not how long I have been here, nor how many times he has taken me. The details are fading, I can barely remember the beginning of this letter...

Nekomi, confused, hid the letter and tried to make sense of her surroundings. She knew that she had been kidnapped... and remembered everything before her kidnapping perfectly. But the past few days blurred together. She needed to learn more about her situation. She also needed to get out and get back to Malik.

She slipped to the door, each jarring, halting step was painful, slowing her progress. She turned the handle. It was unlocked.