A/N : Hello all! Sorry for the exceptionally long delay in getting a new chapter written. My mind just sort of went Blah and refused to work for a while, but needless to say i've kicked it into shape! Anyways! Onwards. Please let me know what you think! Xx

Disclaimer : I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 3

Hina was thrown roughly into the back of the cart. She crashed against the bars and felt another sickening shock wave of pain. Despite the agony, she turned around to glare defiantly at the man who'd thrown her in here, in this hideous abomination of ancient and modern. She glared at him, holding back the pain she felt. She wasn't going to give this monster the satisfaction.

"You're wasting your time. No matter what, I will go out of my way to disobey you!" Hina tried to sound convincing, but she knew she'd sounded weak and afraid. The king closed the cage doors, locking them, a smirk across his cruel features. His eyes met hers and in that moment, Hina knew she hadn't ever experienced true terror.

"I'm counting on it," He smirked. He then turned around and walked away. As she watched, he climbed into a sort of carriage a little distance behind the cage. It was a grand looking thing that was carried by four men. She saw them hoist it up onto their shoulders. Hina let out a sudden yelp as the cage she was in began to move towards the opening gates.

"King Bakura has returned!" Hina heard a voice cry out as they headed through the opening in the wall that would lead to the king's city. Hina gazed around in awe at the scene before her. There was a single main road leading though the centre of the city. It seemed to stretch on for a mile, through a city run by electricity. Street lamps lined the road, illuminating the way. The buildings here, although broken ruins, had come alive. There were lights on inside them and people living openly inside. As Hina was dragged along to what she was sure was going to be either certain pain or death, more people appeared in the streets or at the windows gazing out to see what was happening. The scene made Hina's head spin. It was a horrible twist of old and new. Hina sank to the floor of her moving prison. She decided she didn't want to see anymore. She hated these people. They had given up or had happily laid down for the King to walk all over. They were the reason she and her friends had been hunted, all because they wouldn't defy a maniac. Tears began to form in Hina's eyes. She wished she could curl up and rest her face in her arms, but the damn restraints prevented her from doing so. Hina couldn't hide the tears that were freely flowing from her eyes now.

"Osamu," She choked. This king, Bakura, he'd promised she would never see her best friend again. Hina gazed down at her clothes and knew the only piece of him she had left was a playing card hidden away in a secret pocket she'd stitched into the dress herself.

Hina looked up in time to see them pass under a large stone archway. Sniffing, Hina stumbled to her feet clumsily, trying to see where they were. She had to blink twice to make sure she wasn't imagining it. They had rolled up to a magnificent looking building. Its magnificence came from the fact it was the only building she'd seen in ten years that wasn't in ruins. Yet again, it appeared to be a mash together of ancient and modern. There were large pillars keeping the structure up, but there was also a very modern architectural design to it too. Hina hated it almost instantly. She couldn't deny the vivid colours were beautiful, but it looked odd. They carried on moving further into a sort of courtyard, coming to a stop before a set of heavy looking doors. A gate closed behind them, making Hina jump. She turned to see a gate closing on the archway they'd just passed under. Hina saw the carriage, what she was sure was called a litter, been lowered to the ground. She waited with a hideous anxiety rising in her stomach as fear took hold. She saw the rich coloured red drapes shift and then he immerged. The King. His eyes fixed upon her and he smirked seeing the terror in her face. He walked forwards toward her, his face alight with a hideous triumph. He opened the door and pulled it open. Hina shrunk away from the exit. If she went out there, he'd hurt her. She didn't want that.

"Get out." His voice was dangerous.

"Where's Osamu?" Hina asked, glaring at him.

"Get. Out." He ordered. His tone was deadly, telling Hina not to mess with him, but despite her fear she was stubborn. It was in her nature.

"Where is Osamu?" She demanded, impersonating his ferocious tone.

"Girl, do not try my patience!" He snarled at her. Hina met his glare and stuck her chin out stubbornly. She looked away from him. If she had been able to, she would have folded her arms to emphasise her mood. He growled at her and took a step into the cage.

"He's dead." He snarled, "I ordered that defiant mongrel dead. I will do the same to you if you don't obey me!" He spat. At these words, Hina turned to him, tears already finding their way down her cheeks. She gazed at him, her will broken.

"No," She whispered. The king smirked at her and not even giving her a chance to retaliate, he moved forwards. He wrapped his fingers into her scalp and dragged her out of the cart.

"You're a liar!" Hina cried out at him as he dragged her along.

"For what reason would I lie? That pathetic boy is dead and you'll soon follow if you don't do as I say!" The king hissed dragging her towards the entrance of his home.

"He can't be dead!" Hina screamed out somehow wrenching herself from the kings grasps. She took a few paces away from him and glared at him.

"Tell me He's not dead!" Hina screamed at him her voice breaking from her anguish. The king turned to face her, amusement dancing cruelly in his eyes. He didn't reply to her.

"Just show him to me! Let me see him, and I'll do whatever you want!" Hina tried to barter.

"Please, just show me he's alive," Hina whispered gazing at the King all of the determination to disobey gone from her soul now. The Silver haired man smirked at her.

"How can I show you when he's dead," He sneered at her taking a dangerous step towards her.

"He can't be dead," Hina whispered to herself, her legs beginning to shake. She felt her knees give way and she crashed to the ground. Osamu was her best friend and the only person she had left in this twisted world. He was all she had. Hina gazed up at the king, tears in her eyes.

"He's not!" She cried out at him.

The king was growing tiresome of this pathetic creature. Her persistence in disobeying him was beginning to anger him. He had no patience for this.

"He's dead!" The king roared marching forwards and dragging the girl to her feet. Tears were streaming down the brats face as he dug his fingers into her upper arm. He pulled her up the steps into the palace he called home. In the entrance hall, a set of marble stairs led up into the luxurious part of the place, but he turned left and headed down a corridor, ragging the snivelling girl with him. After a couple of minutes walking down the cold stone corridor, he stopped before an ugly wooden door, a small window in the wood with thick iron bars on it. He opened the door and flung the girl away from him disgustedly. She cried out as she fell to the floor landing on her front, her arms still bound behind her back so she was unable to break her fall. With a great effort it seemed, she managed to kneel and glare up at the king.

"You will stay here until I have need of you," The king smirked. Knowing she had no choice in the matter.

Hina gazed around at her new surroundings. The walls were made up of uneven stone. There was a small wooden panel hanging off the wall which was clearly intended to be a bed and a bucket. There was nothing else in the three meter squared room.

"I will never serve you," Hina spat at him, her hatred still showing through her anguished sobs.

"If you don't, you will never be granted the peace of death," The King spoke harshly.

"What a stupid thing to say," Hina began looking away from him.

"Why'd you say that?" The king asked mocking her. Hina turned her tear stained gaze back upon him.

"I don't want to die" She glared at him. The King considered for a moment before crouching down before her. He looked into her blue eyes.

"If you chose not to obey me, By the time I'm finished with you, you will think of death as a privilege." He whispered softly to her in a dangerous and deadly tone. He straightened back up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Hina heard the scrape of a key in the lock before she was left alone in a dimly lit room, silence her only company.