"Kaiba, Taylor, Wake up, Mr. Kaiba will see you now."
"Wonderful." Seto muttered in reply to the voice that had awoken him from his uneasy slumber. There was the sound of the lock on the door being unlocked, then the rusty old door opened, squeaking as it went. Seto got up off the floor and stalked out of the door, stopping to wait for Tristen. Now you are probably thinking, why the hell didn't he run a mile while no one was watching? In truth, Seto would have run, but he'd already scouted the CCTV cameras in the area on the way in, and knew that he wouldn't be able to avoid them, not unless he disabled them, and he wouldn't be able to do that discreetly or without setting the alarms off. He was stuck, again, and didn't like admitting it.
Tristen was finally hauled out of the cell, as he had been refusing to move, and the three set off down the same hallways they had come down before.
Once they reached that same room, the sight the greeted them was one Seto, and Tristen it seemed, had been dreading.
"Mokuba!" Seto yelled upon seeing his little brother, an at the same time;
"Kerry!" Tristen yelled, instantly aware of the second person in the room.
"You sick basted! How can you even think of this?!" Tristen yelled as he strained against the guard that was holding him, Seto doing the same, both trying to get to their siblings. The girl, that turned out to be Tristen's older sister, turned from where she was to look at him, or she turned her head in his direction. It was blatantly obvious that she was blind, but what shocked Seto most was when she gently touched various areas on her body and Tristen stopped struggling, hanging limp in the guards' grip.
"Seto! Get this freak off me! Please! Just do what he says!" Mokuba yelled, twisting in the grip of his stepfather, the sight made Seto's blood boil as he pulled harder against the guard, but all was in vain, there was nothing he could do.
"Seto, Kerry said that your stepfather said that if you don't hand the company over to him and back this ban, then he's gonna kill me Mokuba and Joey when he arrives. And Kerry. Please, just do it, a company and a card game aren't worth four lives." Tristen begged, still looking at the ground. Seto looked back up into his brother's frightened eyes, Tristen was right, it wasn't worth it.
"Don't do it! You know you'll have more problems if you agree than if you don't! And who said he wouldn't just kill everyone, including you, anyway?!" Came a shout from the door as two more guards came in, accompanying...
"Yami?!" everyone in he room except Kerry and the guards yelled when they laid eyes on the newest person.
"Well, looks like this is the perfect opportunity for me to prove I'm not bluffing. Hold him." Gozeburo said as he threw Mokuba into the grip of another guard,
"Yami, what a pleasant surprise. You know, I was expecting one Joseph Wheeler, but you, as always, have decided to get involved. Well, as you seem to like the spotlight, why don't I give all these people a little show? Hmm? What do you say?"
"I say, you fuck off and stop terrorizing people! Anyway, aren't you dead?" Yami growled, his voice dripping with resentment.
"Fine then, have it your way. You'll soon see I am very much alive!" And with that, he struck Yami harshly across the cheek, earning him a pained yelp from the teen now lying at his feet.
"You're pathetic you know, just like that little bitch that I have the embarrassment of sharing my name with."
Seto growled lightly at this statement, but didn't move an inch, he wasn't stupid, and he didn't have a death wish for himself. Yet.
Yami yelped again and curled up as he was stuck again in the stomach. He would have moved, he would have fought, but his hands were tied and his ankles shackled, he was a prisoner of war, the same as everyone there. Well, a kind of war.
A foot landed on his stomach again before a hand fisted in his hair and pulled him to his feet, and he found himself staring into eyes full of mirth and excitement, just the sight of this man made him feel sick, the repeated blows to his stomach weren't helping. Then man sneered at him, before throwing him across the room so his head hit the wall, he curled up again and buried his face in his knees.
"Yami!" Came the sharp snap of the eldest Kaiba's voice, but Yami didn't look up, the man knew he was listening.
"Look at me Yami. See the face of your tormentor, the one who will bring you pain beyond that you could ever have imagined." The man's voice was silky now, and full of mirth, and Yami looked up, glaring at him, before he spat some blood that had gathered in his mouth along with saliva at the face in front of him.
Gozeburo pulled back and stood up, disgusted as he wiped the mess from his face.
"You'll pay for that, you little wretch!" He growled, grabbing a knife off the desk behind him.
Seto glanced over at his younger brother, whose face was turned away, gentle tears of pure fear running down his cheeks. Seto couldn't bare to see his brother like this, and the fact he was in no position to do anything about it didn't really make him feel any better. All attention was drawn back to Yami as his unholy scream rung through the room.
"Why did you come here, Yami? Why bring this on yourself? I wouldn't have done this to Wheeler, believe what you want, but I wouldn't have. So why?" Gozeburo muttered; his voice once again silky as he ruffly pulled Yami's head up from where it'd been resting on his chest and forced the other to look him in the eyes.
"I'm here, the reason is none of your concern." Yami mumbled, ripping his face out of the elder's grip. A few seconds later thought, he wished he'd just said. Terror consumed him as he felt the blade touch his stomach.
"You care to reconsider that answer?" Gozeburo whispered in his ear, but he didn't give his young prisoner time to speak before he carelessly pulled the blade down, ripping through Yami's leather pants, knowing full well that the other wouldn't be wearing anything else underneath. Yami cried out again as the blade grazed sensitive flesh, but as far as he could tell, no serious damage had been done, yet. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he was lifted up by his hair once again and slammed against the wall. He slid down, unable to stand, as his legs were shaky and unstable from the pain and fright he was feeling, but as his knees touched the ground, a foot rammed harshly into his chest stopped him.
Winded and with his lithe frame racked with pain, Yami just wanted it to stop. He would now willingly give any answers that were asked of him, would have begged, but he knew the man who's foot had just left his chest didn't want answers now, he wanted screams of pained torment.
