Seto'sGal: Hello everyone! Me back again!
Keisha: Oh dear, we're for it now.
Rea: Don't be so mean!
Loon: Yeah, she's just happy 'cause she's on her summer holidays and has seven whole weeks to do what she wants!
Keisha: Namely type.
Seto'sGal: I don't think anyone's gonna have a problem with that. Now let's get the reviews done please
Keisha: Ok:
Dark mage of the sea 13: Sadly, I'm not gonna tell you here what happens in this chapter! You'll have to read and find out! But Seto dosen't escape my sadistic nature! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
BloodMistress: YAY!!!!! &Huggles& Thatnkyouthankyouthankyou!!!!
Keisha: Now on with the story!
Rea: Not quite...
Loon: oh yeah, Keisha, would you do the honers?
Keisha: If I have to, Seto'sGal does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, the American Government, or whips.
Seto'sGal: Give the story line for this chapter away why don't you.
Keisha: I was only doing the disclaimer!
Loon: On with the chapter, before they kill eachother.
Rea: good idea, Enjoy!
######################### An Hour Later. After the Protest. #####################
"Great job everyone! That was excellent!"
"We really kicked some government butt!"
"Wicked!"
"Do you reckon that'll do it?"
"I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see."
"Hey, anyone seen Tristen or Kaiba?" Duke asked, looking around for his love. (Tristen, NOT Seto!)
"We lost them about half way through. I nearly got caught 'cause of them!"
"What d'ya mean we lost them?!" Duke yelled at Joey, hoping to god they hadn't got caught.
"I dun know what happened to them, just that they stopped firing about halfway through."
######################### With Seto and Tristen in the White House. #########################
The two brunettes were blindfolded, lead down corridors and finally the struggling pair were thrown down in front of a big, oak desk.
"So, you are the two murderers that shot down half our men. We had to call the army because of you two!"
"Do we look like we give a shit?! Do you know how many lives you've messed up?!"
"I was actually going to be nice to you, you know, but considering what you've just said, I don't think I will be. Now, you will tell me what that was for and who was leading it! Now, before I have to make you talk!"
"You're not allowed! Torture is prohibited by human rights laws!"
"I know, but laws can be changed. And exceptions can be made. I know you have a very high pain tolerance, Seto, but I also know your weaknesses! What's wrong boy?! Don't you recognize me?!"
"Recognize you?! How can I recognize you if I can't see you?!"
"My voice still haunts your nightmares, I know it does, yet still you don't know who I am? Come now, Seto, I always thought you were intelligent, obviously I was wrong!" and the man brought a broad hand down, smack across the brunette's face. Seto bit his lip. He was not going to cry, yell or tell them anything.
"I'll die before I tell you the time of day or anything else!"
"You won't know the time of day soon!"
"Kaiba? Who is this? You know him, I know you do. Hell, I know him, I just can't put my finger on who he is."
"Tristen, I don't know this bastard. He's some official or other, you probably saw him on the news at some point."#
"Come on Seto. Drag up those old memories, that old fear, and prepare to live a nightmare like none you've ever known!"
"You know, I think I heard that on a horror movie. And just like you, it wasn't very scary."
"I thought you'd grown up from the sniveling little brat I trained! I was obviously wrong! I would have thought owning a multi-billion dollar company would have matured you a bit."
"Trained..." Seto began to shake slightly as realization dawned on him. All that had been said made sense now. He swallowed. He was not going to let this bastard have the last laugh! He didn't last time, and he wasn't about to now!
"Go rot in hell!" He yelled. This time it wasn't a hand that hit his cheek; he could just see the leather strap in his line of vision, and heard the order for his shirt to be removed.
The whip cracked down on his back, and he couldn't help the tears that had gathered at the corner of his eyes. Tears of pain, fright and frustration. He was soon on all fours, panting harshly and whimpering from the repeated blows to his back.
As the whip cracked down again, and the burning sensation shot through him. It broke some of his resolve, and he dropped back so his forearms were on the floor and his bottom was on his feet. He was still panting, trying his hardest not to cry out as the burning agony flooded through him over and over again. He was not going to give in! He had not cracked before, and he was not going to now! Never would he bow to, or beg for forgiveness or mercy from this sadistic bastard he was forced to share his name with!
