Heyz! I'm back again! This ficcie is quickly becoming one of my faves, so I hope you're all enjoying it to! I'm sorry I was to lazy to do review replys last chapter, my parents were screaming at me to get off the compu. . But update is here with replies!
Thankyou lovly reviewers! :
BloodMistress: I've already writen a J/S lemon, I have another waiting to be uploaded, and I have the pairings, (if any) for this fic sorted, but I will be writeing another J/S fic, just wait a while! And really glad you like this fic!
Pharaoh Star Yami: Lmao! I'm not gonna kill Yami, yet! I might, might not, but not yet! -Evil grin- I read in someone elses fic that you can't wear underwear under tight leather pants, -points to random writer- It's there fault if I'm wrong! lol. If you liked that chapter, you'll love this one! My evilness goes further! But not that far, yet! -Grins evilly and tryes to decide on her next victem and who's gonna get the ultimate tourture-
The cold blade of the knife held in Gozeburo's hand touched the side of his thigh and Yami whimpered, that blade was a little close for comfort, but, with the fist of his tormentor griped harshly into the leather of his top, preventing all movement, going anywhere wasn't exactly an option.
"Please" he whimpered, wishing now more than ever that he could still just vanish back to the puzzle and end this. But that was no longer possible, not since he now had a body of his own; a fact which for the first time, he was now cursing.
"What was that? Had enough already Yami? You want me to stop? But I don't want to stop; I find this highly amusing. Incase you hadn't already realized, I love to cause pain. Always have, always will. So don't think begging is going to get you anywhere."
"Gozeburo! You and I both know that it's me you want to be torturing now, so I don't see why you're bothering wasting you time on him when I'm right here! If you want to break me once and for all, you come do that to me! If you can be bothered to get off that fat ass of yours and come over here that is." Seto yelled, he'd seen enough, he knew for a fact Yami wouldn't be able to take all of what his twisted stepfather was about to do to him, but it was still slightly lost to him why he was bringing it on himself.
"Seto! You're mad! Why are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Mokuba shouted from across the room, straining against the guard again.
"I'll have my fun with you later, Seto, So if I were you, I'd enjoy your last pain-free moments while you can." Gozeburo said, standing up and coming right up close to Seto to hiss the last part in his face, before turning back to Yami, who was still kneeling.
"Now, where were we?" Gozeburo simpered with a smirk, looking into pain and terror filled eyes. His smirk intensified as he placed the knife back on his captive's thigh, shifting it gently until it came to rest underneath his cock. Yami whimpered again, nothing but panic filled the small portion of his brain that wasn't filled with pain. This manic couldn't do what he thought he was about to, could he?
"Now Yami, why so scared? I'm not going to kill you."
Yami let his eyes droop closed and whimpered again.
"I might bring you pretty close to death, I might make you wish you were dead, hell, you might kill yourself after I'm done with you! But I don't want my record and hands dirtied with your blood." And with that, Gozeburo slid the knife up the back of Yami's cock, cutting a line about half a centimeter thick along the back, over the tip and up the topside. It took the sensation a few seconds to work it's way past all the other pains Yami was suffering, but when it did, his eyes shot open and his mouth opened in a blood curdling scream of agony. He couldn't take any more! He let his head drop forward again and panted harshly, his eyes now squeezed closed and small, unchecked, whimpers escaped his clenched teeth.
"Now Yami, I think you deserve a little rest, don't you? I'm surprised you're still conscious, the king of games wins again, huh Seto?" Gozeburo turned to smirk at his stepson as he said the last part, and the young brunette's head and shoulders drooped, trust the bastard to bring that up.
Gozeburo pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, taking the half-smoked one from his mouth he rested it on Yami's thigh, taking a drag on the new one as he watched the embers burn there way into the sensitive skin there. The captive screamed again, trying to dislodge the ember from its place where it was slowly burning into his thigh, but really helpless to do anything. With a final yell, his body decided it'd had enough, and his mind slipped into the blissful realms of unconsciousness.
"Now let that be a lesson to all of you! Or more like an example, a preview of what's to come to each and every one of you!" Gozeburo smirked, taping a shaking Mokuba and Kerry on the nose before standing in front of Seto and slapping the brunette harshly across the face.
"Take them away!" He finished over Seto and Tristen's heightened yells of protest and defense of their siblings who were being dragged after them, Mokuba struggling for all he was worth and even biting the guards hand, but all knew there was no escape, all knew they were in deep, deep shit now.
