Chapter 14

Property:

Avila stood in the middle of the grand room the guard had left her in. She wore a long gown that was made from a flimsy fabric, almost see through. Her eyes, eyebrows and lashes were darkened with black kohl powder. Ochre (type of blush) covered her cheek bones and gold powder rested on her eyelids. Her hair was combed down her back in a wave of soft brown locks.

She didn't want to be there, standing like some goddess, waiting for a man she didn't love. She was instantly reminded of Bakura's threats.

"I can't let the Pharaoh touch me." She whispered to the empty room.

She sighed and hugged her arms around her midsection, trying to calm her nerves.

"If he touches me...will Bakura want me back? He doesn't love me...I don't think..."

"Thieves don't love...they only lust." A voice boomed into the room. Avila turned to face him, her eyes narrowed.

"You look so lovely when you're angry." Atemu purred as he stepped towards her. She drew back her hand and smacked him across the face. His head snapped back causing Avila to smile.

"Don't touch me." her words dripped with venom. Atemu's face turned towards hers and a look of anger plastered it self on his features.

"How dare you hit me?" He said through gritted teeth. Avila laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I dare anything!" She whispered back. Atemu turned on his heels and exited the room. Leaving behind a relieved yet puzzled Avila.

Avila sat huddled on the bed, waiting for Ra knows what. She really didn't want the Pharaoh to return. Just then, as she was thinking that thought, he appeared. Followed by one of his slaves, who held a set of...chains? She blinked her eyes several times. He held chains alright, replete with shackles, a great many of them.

"Come here my thief." Atemu said, a glint of humor in his eyes. A smirk broke out on his face and Avila was tempted to wipe it off. "No." She said firmly and turned her eyes away from his.

"I'm your master now, you must obey me. Don't make me send for the guards." Avila gritted her teeth but continued to ignore him. He sighed then turned on his heel.

"Guards! I need your assistance." he ordered. With in a minute, men surrounded her and held her down

Chains were so permanent, so unbreakable, freedom completely at the whim of one's captor. Ropes offered a slim chance at escape. Chains offered none.

She was shoved in front of Atemu, practically between his spread knees. It was to close for her. The iron chains clamped over her ankles and wrists. Then a thin one went around her neck, making her more of a captive then before.

"You may leave now." Atemu ordered to his men as he towered over her. His eyes glittered down at her.

"Bastard." She breathed. He grinned evilly and tugged on the chains, pulling her towards him. His face was a mere inch away from her own.

"I like it when my women fight." His finger trailed down her cheek, towards her throat. He fingered the clamp that was around her neck and gave a soft chuckle.

"You look good in chains."

Avila wiggled away from his grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter. She began to tear at the chains with her hands, hoping she could break them. Atemu threw his head back and roared with laughter. She looked up at him then. Defeated, no longer just a prisoner. The shackle around her throat declared her a slave.

He studied her for a moment before he asked curiously, "Will you beg me to remove it?"

"Go to hell."

He smiled down at her and grabbed the chain that dangled from the shackle. "You had your chance, you could have begged and I would have taken them off. But now, you should get used to the weight they bare, because there never coming off."

And with that he flung her backwards onto the bed. She twisted so her ass faced him. He just laughed and gave it a good swat.

"Turn around wench. You have a nice ass, but I want to see what else my new slave possesses."

"I'm not a slave!" Avila whispered fiercely to herself.

"What was that?"

"I'm not a slave!"

"Your opinion is irrelevant. You will do as you are told. Protests on your pert will be dealt with, and not to your liking."

What ever he meant by that she didn't care to find out. She knew the game he was playing now, and his ultimate goal. Humiliation of her pride.

"Now wench, turn over before I force you to." He gritted as she lay there. He heaved a sigh when she still didn't move. He gripped the chains and tugged on them fiercely, pulling her down the length of the bed. She gave a gasp as she fell to his feet.

"Get up." He commanded as he tugged on the chains. Avila glared up at him, wanting so bad to tackle him. He laughed at her glare then gripped the shackle around her neck, pulling her up to her feet.

"I wonder, if I could use you to lure the great thief king to me…and if you do, I'll kill him. I'll have you chained to the wall so you may watch."

Avila opened her mouth to retort but he stopped her words with a forceful kiss that made her want to vomit. She bit down hard on his tongue. He cursed and shoved her away from his body. He lashed out at her causing her to fly back on to the bed.

"I despise you!" She spat

"It matters not. I will still have you. I wanted to be gentle with you, but it seems you would have it otherwise."

She pushed herself off the bed and tried to run, but he just pulled on the chain causing her to fall to the floor.

"Bakura will come for me!" She shouted, while tugging on the shackle.

She began to strike at him with her fists and he only smiled.

"He won't want you after I plant my child in you."

Avila grinned evilly. "Your plan is doomed, I already carry Bakura's child!"

Avila prayed she was correct, and that she had missed her period this month due to pregnancy, not because of a set back. She didn't know if the news would stop Atemu or not.

He just smiled down at her. "Your child won't live to see the light of day."

Avila tried not to cringe but could not help it. The cruel sadistic smile stretching his lips frightened her. She would not have thought Atemu capable of slaying an innocent child.

"You will not touch my child!" She gritted as her eyes flared.

Atemu gripped her wrists and pulled her to her feet. "You have no say in the matter." He pushed her onto the bed and ripped the gown from her body, then slipped his kilt off.

"No! Get off me!" She screamed as she pushed at his chest.

But he ignored her protests and shoved her legs apart. He took her roughly, his hard body ramming into hers. She flung up her hands, palms against the bare skin of his chest. He caught her wrists, fingers a cruel vise as he held her arms over her head, pressed down into the sheets of Egyptian cotton. (The best god damn sheets ever! So silky!)

She opened her mouth to scream, with rage and grief and frustration, but he was to quick, and put a hand over her mouth, hard against her lips. He finally found release then pulled away.

"How was I my little slave?" he asked with a smile on his face. Avila tried to strike at him again but he dodged her blows. "DAMN YOU!" She screamed

He laughed softly, his mouth against her ear.

"Come one little slave, how was I?" he asked, his tongue darting out. Avila growled and pushed at him with her hands.

"Bakura is BETTER! Your nothing compared to him! Matter of fact, I barely felt anything…you should really think about enlarging yourself."

I'm so happy all yall like my story…(Begins to cry) I'm so emotional, not my fault! My Aunt flow came into town today, if you catch my meaning…

Anyways, I'll update later! R&R!