Disclaimer: See first chapter.
(Ryou's POV)
I hate this! It's so embarrassing! I can't do *anything* on my own. *He* has to help me! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here, and if he'd just take these damned handcuffs off me I wouldn't need his help! It's all *his* fault and he doesn't even care. He *likes* seeing me like this. How can he enjoy keeping me powerless and completely dependant on him for everything?! I can't eat, can't wash, can't even use the bathroom without him helping me and I hate it! *sigh*
It's better than how I was before though. Better to be dependant on someone else for my basic needs than to have no way to fulfill them. At least he does feed me. And he hasn't killed me yet. How can he be so sanguine about it though? It isn't every day that you have someone living in your house that you keep chained up and helpless. Yet he acts as though this were routine! Is he insane, or *does* he do this often. Now that's a scary thought.
*Ring, Ring* Hey, was that a phone ringing? I didn't see any phones here. I guess it must have been though 'cause *he's* wandering in here with a phone held to his ear listening to whoever's on the other line. Oh, I see, it's a cell phone, that's why I didn't see it. He must have had it in his pocket earlier.
"Yeah, yeah, I know; you were right I should have believed you... Huh, no I didn't... You are? ... Look, I already *said* sorry... What? Why... Oh, I see... You're not going to try and *walk* here are you? I still haven't found a way to make this place accessible from the outside... Okay then, see ya,"
Bakura thumbed off the phone and turned to me. "Well, looks like we're gonna have visitors. Which of course means that you're going to have to get changed."
What!!!? Is he crazy?!! I'm not going to get changed. It's bad enough that he had to help me in the bathroom earlier I'm *not* going to let him undress me.
"And you've got to have a shower too. You're covered in," he winced, "muck."
Well, okay, I guess I really have got to get clean after all. Wait a second, how am I supposed to clean myself with my hands tied? Nuh uh, he is *not* going to wash me.
"Oh really," he asked archly. Uh oh, did I say that out loud? "And just how do you think you're going to stop me?"
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(Bakura's POV)
Little idiot, how does he think he's going to get clean if I don't wash him? The look on his face when I answered his thought was priceless too. Hasn't he at least figured out that if there's something strange about this place there's going to be something strange about the one who lives here too? Mmm, he does look delicious, he's lucky I'm not Marik or I would have taken him by now. I wash him quickly, before doing the same to myself and stepping out, leaving the water still running over him, to dry myself off.
Dry and dressed in one of my favorite outfits, black leather pants and a cream lace-up shirt with the laces threaded through but left untied, I grab a matching outfit in brown for him. He scowls as I turn the water off and pull him from the shower, then tries to protest as I dress him. He doesn't realize till after I'm done that it wasn't possible for me to put the shirt on him without first freeing his hands and tries to pull them apart, only to be shocked once again when he finds that they are still connected.
I laugh coldly before pulling him into the living room which now has a couch and several comfy chairs with a TV on the table and shoving him down beside the couch. He decides to be smart and not try to move as I turn the TV on and sit on the couch to watch it.
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(Ryou's POV)
How did he manage to do that? No one could pull on a shirt when they're wearing handcuffs but he somehow managed to get me in one without freeing my wrists. And how did he manage to change the dining room into a living room so fast? Where did he get that TV from? And, hold on, how can he possibly watch TV when the thing isn't even plugged in?
Before I can figure it out I get another surprise. Two teens just appear in front of the TV. Both have lavender eyes with strange tattoos under them, tanned skin, and sandy blond hair but it is easy to tell them apart. One's hair sticks up in spikes like one of the DBZ characters while the other's falls naturally down his back. The spiky-haired one's eyes are cruel and he's wearing a purple hoodie that stops several inches above his low slung baggy pants and lots of gold jewelry. The other keeps his head down, eyes on the floor and is wearing embarrassingly tight leather pants and a dog collar (A/N no shirt, drool).
"Hi Bakura!" the spiky haired one says enthusiastically "I'm here! Did you miss me?"
"Miss you? Heck no! Why should I miss someone who's constantly yelling at me? Oh, Ryou," He adds absently "This is Marik and the other one is Malik. Come sit down, what do you want to drink?"
The last was aimed at Marik who plopped down on the couch and asked for a beer. Bakura left the room and came back with two beers as Malik walked over to kneel beside Marik at the other end of the couch. Marik sipped his beer while absently stroking Malik's hair. I couldn't do anything but stare; how could they act like that? Marik acted like Malik was his dog or something and Malik just, let him. He'd even knelt on his own without being forced to or anything.
"What are you-" I was rudely interrupted by Bakura slapping me across the face.
"Don't speak unless you're asked a question, Brat."
"But-" another slap.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, don't talk."
I just stared up at him feeling myself start to cry. How could he do this to me? I hated him then, hated him passionately for being the way he was and for accepting this scene and for everything. He was just plain evil.
(Ryou's POV)
I hate this! It's so embarrassing! I can't do *anything* on my own. *He* has to help me! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here, and if he'd just take these damned handcuffs off me I wouldn't need his help! It's all *his* fault and he doesn't even care. He *likes* seeing me like this. How can he enjoy keeping me powerless and completely dependant on him for everything?! I can't eat, can't wash, can't even use the bathroom without him helping me and I hate it! *sigh*
It's better than how I was before though. Better to be dependant on someone else for my basic needs than to have no way to fulfill them. At least he does feed me. And he hasn't killed me yet. How can he be so sanguine about it though? It isn't every day that you have someone living in your house that you keep chained up and helpless. Yet he acts as though this were routine! Is he insane, or *does* he do this often. Now that's a scary thought.
*Ring, Ring* Hey, was that a phone ringing? I didn't see any phones here. I guess it must have been though 'cause *he's* wandering in here with a phone held to his ear listening to whoever's on the other line. Oh, I see, it's a cell phone, that's why I didn't see it. He must have had it in his pocket earlier.
"Yeah, yeah, I know; you were right I should have believed you... Huh, no I didn't... You are? ... Look, I already *said* sorry... What? Why... Oh, I see... You're not going to try and *walk* here are you? I still haven't found a way to make this place accessible from the outside... Okay then, see ya,"
Bakura thumbed off the phone and turned to me. "Well, looks like we're gonna have visitors. Which of course means that you're going to have to get changed."
What!!!? Is he crazy?!! I'm not going to get changed. It's bad enough that he had to help me in the bathroom earlier I'm *not* going to let him undress me.
"And you've got to have a shower too. You're covered in," he winced, "muck."
Well, okay, I guess I really have got to get clean after all. Wait a second, how am I supposed to clean myself with my hands tied? Nuh uh, he is *not* going to wash me.
"Oh really," he asked archly. Uh oh, did I say that out loud? "And just how do you think you're going to stop me?"
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(Bakura's POV)
Little idiot, how does he think he's going to get clean if I don't wash him? The look on his face when I answered his thought was priceless too. Hasn't he at least figured out that if there's something strange about this place there's going to be something strange about the one who lives here too? Mmm, he does look delicious, he's lucky I'm not Marik or I would have taken him by now. I wash him quickly, before doing the same to myself and stepping out, leaving the water still running over him, to dry myself off.
Dry and dressed in one of my favorite outfits, black leather pants and a cream lace-up shirt with the laces threaded through but left untied, I grab a matching outfit in brown for him. He scowls as I turn the water off and pull him from the shower, then tries to protest as I dress him. He doesn't realize till after I'm done that it wasn't possible for me to put the shirt on him without first freeing his hands and tries to pull them apart, only to be shocked once again when he finds that they are still connected.
I laugh coldly before pulling him into the living room which now has a couch and several comfy chairs with a TV on the table and shoving him down beside the couch. He decides to be smart and not try to move as I turn the TV on and sit on the couch to watch it.
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(Ryou's POV)
How did he manage to do that? No one could pull on a shirt when they're wearing handcuffs but he somehow managed to get me in one without freeing my wrists. And how did he manage to change the dining room into a living room so fast? Where did he get that TV from? And, hold on, how can he possibly watch TV when the thing isn't even plugged in?
Before I can figure it out I get another surprise. Two teens just appear in front of the TV. Both have lavender eyes with strange tattoos under them, tanned skin, and sandy blond hair but it is easy to tell them apart. One's hair sticks up in spikes like one of the DBZ characters while the other's falls naturally down his back. The spiky-haired one's eyes are cruel and he's wearing a purple hoodie that stops several inches above his low slung baggy pants and lots of gold jewelry. The other keeps his head down, eyes on the floor and is wearing embarrassingly tight leather pants and a dog collar (A/N no shirt, drool).
"Hi Bakura!" the spiky haired one says enthusiastically "I'm here! Did you miss me?"
"Miss you? Heck no! Why should I miss someone who's constantly yelling at me? Oh, Ryou," He adds absently "This is Marik and the other one is Malik. Come sit down, what do you want to drink?"
The last was aimed at Marik who plopped down on the couch and asked for a beer. Bakura left the room and came back with two beers as Malik walked over to kneel beside Marik at the other end of the couch. Marik sipped his beer while absently stroking Malik's hair. I couldn't do anything but stare; how could they act like that? Marik acted like Malik was his dog or something and Malik just, let him. He'd even knelt on his own without being forced to or anything.
"What are you-" I was rudely interrupted by Bakura slapping me across the face.
"Don't speak unless you're asked a question, Brat."
"But-" another slap.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, don't talk."
I just stared up at him feeling myself start to cry. How could he do this to me? I hated him then, hated him passionately for being the way he was and for accepting this scene and for everything. He was just plain evil.