The third chapter of "Watching You" is here! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Emma: Yeah, I guess I'm kinda deranged….

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BB3: Bless you all! Now, own with the fic:

Chapter 3:

Serenity groaned and swished around in the now pitch black room. As she slowly regained consciousness, her hand skimmed over a silky material. Silk? I never have silk in my bedroom. Opening her eyes, a small gasp escaped her throat.

Wherever she was…she was not in her bedroom. It looked liked the chambers of a Pharaoh: the walls were covered with beautiful paintings….brutal yet beautiful. As Serenity examined them further, she saw that they showed images of battle, of wounding and suffering. The bed was hung with silks and expensive quilts, and as she looked down this gave her a chance to examine her own appearance.

Her hair was accustomed with diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires. She was knitted out in a beautiful red, almost see though gown: the cuffs were black satin, and small diamond crystals trimmed her waist. Around her neck was a small collar, the shape of a snake with glowing ruby eyes. She fingered it, her brown orbs growing wider with every passing second. This is a nightmare….

Then, that small, childlike giggle echoed around the room. "Like your gifts, my Queen?"

Marik Ishtar leaned on the doorway, her lust ridden eyes focusing on her small frame.

"You're…Queen…?" Serenity edged away from him, fear showing in her eyes.

"Well, every Pharaoh has to have a Queen, do they not?" he approached her, one hand grasping the bedpost as he loomed over her. "But…Yugi…he defeated you…you can no longer strive to be the Pharaoh," cried Serenity, daring to raise her voice. Marik just seemed amused, stretching out one hand to touch her pale cheek. "In my little world," he whispered madly, grabbing a fistful of red hair and yanking it forward, "I can do whatever I want…" He sat himself in front of her, and one toned hand reached forward to undo her lace. "Whatever I desire…"

Serenity may have been innocent, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to do next. "Please, stop!" she whimpered, trying to stop his hands. But a large, ruthless paw grasped her small pale hand, and he easily over powered her.

"I want you," he murmured, flicking a loose hair out of her eyes. "I've always wanted you…desired you…lusted over you…you are my passion, my obsession my dear."

Serenity sobbed, her shoulders shaking. She knew that if she looked into those evil, merciless orbs she would go mad. Marik smirked, seeing her faltering. "I will leave you now," he grinned, "But I will be back…and expecting a full performance."

He left, leaving Serenity weeping for her lost soul, which was now in the grasp of his hand and he could do with her as he liked.

Meanwhile, in a cell below a violet eyed, golden haired boy crushed the remains of a dead rat from underneath his fingers. His ears caught the small weeping of Serenity.

"Oh, we are all prisoners here," he said simply.

BB3: I have decided to make this a full story, which is pretty weird for what started out as an oneshot, if you ask me. Anyway, still R/R!

Cat: And tell her to stop saying yay…it loses it's touch after a while….