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Mystical Knight Dragon: I'm back...again...with another chapter! Are you confused yet? I was. I just now figured out why Ryou killed Yugi. I'm a bit slow sometimes... Anyways, my faithful reviewers get twelve thumbs up! Two from me, and two from each of the five people that live inside my head!

Marikay: Special thanks to: Bakuras-Hell and DemonSurfer!!!!

Disclaimer: If you do this once, why do you have to do it again? I don't understand that... Ah well... I don't own anything that you say I do. I don't even own my mind anymore! It's been taken over, mainly by Marikay and Baku... I do own The United Mini-American Republic of the Aardvarks, which, by the way, does *not* appear in this story...

Warning: This is my "Torture the Very Hot Bakura" chapter, hence I shall torture him until he cries, which you found out last chapter. The chapter title may sound a bit...odd...but I was tired when I just randomly thought of it. And, since this is mostly in Bakura's point of view (POV), there will be a lot of cussing.

Yaoi Warning: There will be a tiny bit of yaoi (maleXmale) in here, but I shall give the homophobes a warning before I do it, ok? Ok.

****Please Read!!! This actually has to do with the story!!!****: This is proof of my idiocy... When I was trying to find a place for Ryou to go to, I had just glanced at the map in front of me. Today, in the middle of class, I looked up Tripoli in my Social Studies book and saw that it was the capital of Libya... Somehow, I misread Taiwan and read it as Tripoli. I am so stupid! XP The point of this is that Ryou is *not* going to Tripoli, but to Taiwan. Please forgive me of my stupidity.

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Chapter 6: A Bloody Hell Full of Burning Sensations

~*~Bakura's POV~*~

Why did he always run from me? Sure I am scary and a bit...psychotic... But I'm his yami, and he shouldn't run from me...

"That's right," said a little voice in my subconscious mind. "He shouldn't run..."

I snapped back to reality and realized that the voice was coming from one of the three police officer's mouths...

Oh, Ra. My hands were tied together behind my back with some sort of metal gadget. Damn their fucking modern crap. Everything should go back to being simple like it was in Egypt. Not complicated like it is now. I tried to get my hands out of their bindings, but failed miserably. Fuck escaping! I'll just run!

I tried to run. I really did! But sometimes trying isn't enough. I tripped on air. And fell on my face. And was knocked unconscious. Again.

Why am I so weak that I can go unconscious so easily?

Why am I so fucking weak?

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Some time later I opened my eyes to be surrounded by laughter.

"And then that klutz tripped and probably broke his leg!" More laughter. And I was pretty sure they were laughing at me. I don't like laughter. In fact, I fucking hate it. I grinned sadistically. Those foolish mortals just signed their death wish.

I tried to move, but my hands were still tied in that metal contraption, and now my feet were, too. I looked over it and saw that there was no way that I could get out of it. I could probably try, but everything I had done so far had screwed up royally.

'Perhaps I could try to stand...' I got up on both my legs pretty easily, but a sharp jolt of pain shot up through my legs as they made a sickening crunching sound. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep away the agonizing pain, but all that did was make my lip bleed. At last, I couldn't stand it any longer. I screamed and fell down. More laughter. Ra curse them. That's all *I* could do. I sat there and muttered the most obscene words that I could think of under my breath.

"What do you want me to do with him?" laughed the one with the sliced hand. (R/A/N: Sharp, pointy objects are pretty... ^__^)

A man behind a big desk just grunted and shrugged his shoulders. He could not get any lazier or sloppier. He was reading a newspaper with his feet propped up on the desk; part of the paper that he was reading was open on the floor, sopping up some coffee that he had spilled; papers were scattered all over the desk and were littered with what appeared to be doughnut crumbs; a chipped coffee mug was tottering dangerously on the edge of the desk; a file cabinet was open behind his swivel chair and had what looked to be very important papers pouring out of it; and his beer belly was hanging out of his very casual ripped-up blue jeans.

'What the fuck is wrong with humans these days?' I randomly asked myself. 'Do they *want* to seem like the fat, lazy slobs that they are?'

"Shall I take him to one of the cells?" a different officer asked.

"Search him first," grunted the man behind the desk. Another man began to walk toward me when the man behind the desk (R/A/N: It's a bit repetitive, isn't it?) added: "And confiscate everything he has."

"Be careful," said the man who had cut himself on my sword (A/N: I am tired of calling him that! He is now Officer Sherben! ...For some reason I was thinking of sherbet when I named him... o_O) as he held up his bandaged hand. "He's the one who gave me this." Carefully, he unwrapped the bandage he had around his hand; the last couple layers were almost completely covered with his blood. When the gauze was all off, a deep cut was hardly distinguishable on the palm of his hand, for the blood oozing out of it tore it from view.

"Oh, crap," Officer Sherben muttered. "Now I have to go and get a new bandage..." As he walked off, blood dripped off his hand showing a trail of where he was going.

"When you get back," said the man behind the desk (A/N: I shall call him... Officer Fushidara!), "you'd better clean up the mess you just made! I don't want blood on this floor! The mayor might walk in at any moment and think that we're torturing all of our prisoners!"

"But I thought we were---"

"Quiet!" A worried look crossed Officer Fushidara's face, but it soon passed. "It doesn't matter what we *are* doing... All that matters is that no one finds out about it!"

I was thoroughly confused. What did they mean by that? That's like the whole do you know that I know that you know that I know that you know blah blah blah thing... ...Where'd that come from...? Aww, fuck. That bitch, Téa, or whatever, must be rubbing off on me. Why does Ryou always have to hang out with her? Yuck. She makes me sick.

Something caught me under both arms and heaved me off the floor. "We're gonna have a lot of fun with you," a voice whispered in my ear.

My eyes widened. What did he mean by that?!

I tried to wriggle myself out of his grip, but he held me too tight. I would have hit or kicked him, but my hands and feet were still in that metal contraption. Argh. Every time I try to get out of those things, they cut into my skin until the blood begins to drip down my hands and onto the floor. Something hit me on the side of my head and a voice snarled in my ear:

"Don't you dare drip any more blood on the floor or I swear I'll kill you."

I looked up and saw that Officer Fushidara was holding what looked like some sort of horsewhip, its tip dripping with a small about of blood. I pulled my face into a snarling, sadistic grin. Blood dripped from the stinging pain at the side of my head and past the corner of my mouth. My tongue flicked out and caught the drop.

The officers stared at me like I was mental. I gathered some of the blood that was dripping past my mouth onto my tongue and smeared it along my lips so that they began to drip, too. I was getting closer to my goal: they were beginning to be afraid of me. Perhaps they would be so frightened that they would leave me alone.

Growling filled the whole hallway that we were in...but...that wasn't...*human* growling... I slowly turned around. There was the oddest looking---what did Ryou call them?---dog that I had ever seen. Its ears were like little triangles; its brown eyes crimson from hate; deep, dark growls were emitting from its furry, gray throat; the fur along its back was sticking straight up all the way down its sloping hips and to the tip of its long tail.

I grinned nervously at it, and I swear it could smell my fear. It wasn't the growling or the hackles that scared me, but the rows and rows of sharp, white teeth that it held in its drooling mouth: drooling for blood: my blood that was dripping down my face.

"Good boy," said Officer Sherben, the one who was holding me so that I wouldn't run off. I felt him reach up and wipe his face, exhaling heavily. His grip tightened on me and led me into a room. I was just able to read the lettering hand-sketched deep, but messily, into the wood: Torture Chamber.

"Confiscate everything he has before you do anything to him," said Officer Fushidara.

"Sure thing, boss," said Officer Sherben, grinning sadistically as his boss left the room, leaving the dog in there to glare at me.

"Let's see what you have on you," said Officer Sherben, putting on gloves. I guess he did that so he did that so he wouldn't cut himself again. Ha! Foolish mortal! Does he not realize that wimpy gloves like that are not going to protect him from the knives that I managed to sneak from my house?

I felt my shirt being ripped from my body, leaving me feeling exposed. Sure I slept without a shirt on and went swimming---I think that's what Ryou called it---but I had never had any article of clothing torn from me while my hands and feet were tied.

//Ryou?// I called to my hikari.

'Bakura...' I heard him think. Humph. His thoughts are always too loud. Ah well. 'I wonder if he knows about his execution...?' *What?!?!*

//Ryou? Where are you?//

/I'm at the front desk./ This time he actually meant to send that. Wait a minute... At the front desk?!?!

//Oh Ra, Ryou! Get me out of here!// I shivered as Officer Sherben began to talk again:

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" I grinned. He must've found the knives strapped to my back. I was very surprised when he walked around to the front of me. For a moment I thought that he was staring at my abs, but then I realized what had interested him so much: *my ring*.

I felt my face drain of its color. This was my main source of life! Plus, Shadi and Ryou would probably kill me if it was ever taken away from me! Wait a minute... *Ryou was at the front desk?!?!*

//By Ra, Ryou! Stop thinking and get your fucking ass in here now!//

Officer Sherben touched the Eye of Horus on my Ring. I began to shake with fear and fury. Perhaps if I could just reach into my pocket and pull out my Morphing Jar, everything would be fine! But then again there was that dog in the corner... I shuddered. 'I hate mortals...' Oh well. I'm going to at least *try* to defend myself.

As slowly as I could I reached toward my pocket. The officer was now running his finger along the smooth metal surrounding the Eye. I heard Ryou, rather distantly, knowing that he needed an excuse to get to the jail cells. Ra... Why can't he keep his damn thoughts to himself?

At last I had gotten my hand into my pocket and was pulling out the top card, not even caring what it was at this point, when I heard Ryou speak--- not to me, but to someone else. He never was good at confiscating his thoughts from me... Oh well. I couldn't really think of that now. I needed full concentration to tap into the Millennium Ring's power.

/"Pardon me, sir, but where are your restrooms?"/

I mentally slapped myself. Not only was that the lamest thing that I had ever heard, but it also made him sound like a little girl---and I decided to tell him so.

//Ryou, that was the---AAHHHH!!!//

I would have continued, but that fucking dog jumped up at my hand that was holding the card and sank his teeth into it. I looked down to see the Man- Eater Bug torn in half and my hand ripped to shreds. That dog was a lot smarter than it looked... I cut off the link. I didn't want to hear his voice at the moment, but mostly I didn't want him to hear my mental sobbing. My hand fucking hurt!!!

"Good dog," said Officer Sherben as he circled me like a vulture.

I growled at the officer. How dare he tell that shit head of a creature that he's being good after taking off half my hand?! Suddenly, my body seized up. That fuck head was taking my Ring! Holy Ra!

~*~ Yaoi Moment~*~

The next thing that fuck head of an officer did was beyond all my beliefs. To take off my Ring, he reached around from behind me and placed his hands on the Eye of Horus part. I thought he was just going to take it but---was he grinding up against me?! I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but he just held me, laughing hysterically. He stuck his head in my hair, and I heard him breathe deeply. Holy Ra! He was *smelling* my hair!!!

He removed his head from my hair and nuzzled the crook of my neck. That was the last straw. I am *not* going to be some gay man's plaything!

~*~End Yaoi Moment~*~

I kicked out behind me as hard as I could and felt it make contact with something. The officer let go of me and fell to the floor. I must've kicked him in the balls, for that was what he was holding while moaning in pain.

Immediately the dog's hackles raised, and he let out a deep, menacing growl.

"Oh. Shit."

The dog jumped at me and clamped its teeth on my arm, ripping it to shreds. My throat gave way to a glass shattering, blood-curdling scream. It shook my whole body, yet, somehow, the dog still held on. More flesh ripped off my arm, and blood splashed to the floor like torrents of rain.

"Good dog," Officer Sherben gasped. The dog let go at its master's voice and panted, my blood dripping from its muzzle.

I fell to the ground in pain and gripped at my tattered arm. The dog had accomplished something: I was groveling at its feet. Fuck. I hate feeling weak.

//Ryou!// I yelled at my hikari, trying not to let him know how much pain I was in. //Get your scrawny little ass in here now and get me out of this hell hole!//

Officer Sherben stumbled to his feet (somehow... o_O) and pulled a small whip from his belt loop. In one swift motion, he had ripped off Bakura's pants (blessedly leaving his boxers upon his slender, masculine form. ^-^) and had brought the whip crashing into the backs of my knees.

I felt blood trickle from the burning sensation in the backs of my leg. The fuck head of an officer ripped my Ring from around my neck and the knives strapped to my back, arms, and legs. Duct tape being ripped from the hair on your legs is *not* the most pleasant feeling in the world...

/Hold on! I'm trying to go as fast as I can./ Ha... That's a laugh...er...it *would* be if I wasn't in so much pain...

//Well, stop trying and get in he---// I felt the whip slice through my legs and a shriek of pain escaped my lips and my mind. //AAAAHHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!!!//

"Don't you dare hurt me---in any form, from kicking to slicing---or I swear I will kill *you*!

What the hell did he mean by that?

/Why don't you just go into you soul room?/

Oh. Crap. Now I have to tell him that the Ring's gone... Shit. What's he going to do?!?!

//Because they confiscated *everything*// Yeah...that's it...blame it on everyone else... Grr... I feel so *weak* lately!!! I hate that feeling! Oh well... Might as well finish what I was saying to him... //I have nothing left!// Yeah...that's kind of true... I still have my boxers on... But besides that, everything really is gone...

I felt the whip slice into me again, this time across my back instead of my legs. Blood dripped from the stinging wound and all the way down my legs, which were beginning to shake with pain.

The slashes of the whip were beginning to come faster now. Just as I had recovered from the pain of one, the next had already sliced open my back, my arms, my legs, or my head. Blood was splashing onto the ground into giant puddles. The dog was still in the room, snarling with foam and flecks of blood surrounding its massive canines.

A particularly vicious slash of the whip cut across the back of my head, making me see red. 'Oh crap,' I thought to myself. 'If he keeps this up, I'm going to go blind.'

/What are you doing here?/ ...Marik? How did his voice get through the mind link? Argh... Ryou's not keeping his thoughts to himself... But...why is *Marik* here?!

The whip came crashing down on my back, but I sidestepped it, not wanting my thoughts interrupted. It smashed onto the floor and cracked the already broken tiles. Whoa... I'm glad *that* didn't hit me... Although, Officer Sherben whished it had...

"Shit! You fuck head!" he swore at me. "Why the fuck did you move?!" He lashed the whip at me and struck me across the face, hitting me in my eye. "Don't avoid your punishment!" He lashed again and hit me on the backs of my knees. And if that wasn't painful enough, I suddenly heard Ryou's voice through the mind link...

/That should be me in there./ It cut off at that, but he had probably said more. I didn't care; the dog was moving, advancing towards me. Shit. I didn't want it to bite me again!

/I asked you a question./ Marik again.

The whip missed me again, but this time it was because of Officer Sherben's rage. His foot lashed out and hit me particularly hard in the leg. I heard the snapping of bone, and looked down to see my shinbone sticking out of the skin. Blood gushed from the wound and formed little puddles at my feet. I don't know how much longer I could continue standing... I was trying to be brave in standing, but I don't think that tactic would work out very much longer...

/I know it was you,/ I heard Marik snarl at Ryou. Knew he did what?

I couldn't think. My mind was swimming in darkness. If I had the Ring I could probably heal quicker, but... Oh shit. That fucking officer had resided back to the whip... He sliced through my skin along my back, and I began rocking back and forth in pain, blood spurting through almost every section of my body.

/I don't have time for this Marik!/ I heard Ryou shout. I almost didn't recognize his voice, I was in such pain. /I have to go!/ ...Go where...?

/No./ Marik's answer confused me so much, I just concentrated on standing and holding consciousness.

That didn't last too long, though. I rocked back and forth so violently that I toppled over, sending torrents of pain through my body... I had landed on my broken leg. The whip crashed through my back again, and I couldn't help but give way to the surge of tears that streamed down my face. I pulled myself feebly into the fetal position and cried harder than I had ever done before. The whip hurtled into my back again, and I slipped into the dark blackness of unconsciousness.

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Mystical Knight Dragon: And there is the very long chapter six. I hope the length made up for the lack of updates that I've done. I might draw a picture of Bakura's back split open with blood spurting from it just as he falls onto the floor and cries, but, first of all, I don't know if I can scan it and get it to a website, and, second of all, I can't draw. _ If anyone wants to draw it, I would be very grateful... *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* If either of these happens, then I'll put the link in my biography...

Marikay: Please review!