A/N : Sorry for the delay in updating! Inspiration has hit me again and hopefully it won't completely leave me again! Please enjoy! Xx
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Chapter 4
Hina buried her face into her pillow. It had been two weeks since she'd been dropped into this nightmare. She heard the gentle breathing and snores of the other slaves echoing around the cold damp room. With a heavy heart, she pulled out the playing card from beneath her pillow. She ran her fingers over the tatty card, tears pooling in her eyes. Osamu. She missed him. Tears fell freely from her eyes and she shuddered under the weight of them. If she hadn't got caught… If she'd been better, quicker… Osamu would still be alive! She slipped the card back under her pillow, her eyes hardening. She sat up and looked around. The room was underground and fairly small, especially for the amount of people it slept. Cheap and uncomfortable bunk beds lined the walls, each with a skinny and mistreated 'slave' sleeping upon them. She was just the newest addition. Her shoulder had been popped back into place and most of her wounds from the night she'd been brought here had healed. Hina had so far been forced to do a lot of pathetic jobs, cleaning and dusting the hideous building. Throughout the whole process, she'd not once seen Osamu. Part of her had truly hoped the king had only told her he was dead to hurt her. That Osamu would have been forced to become a slave too… but she knew now. She was truly alone. Anger bubbled deep inside her, rising above all logical thought. It filled her blue eyes as her hands scrunched in to the thin covers, threatening to tear them apart. She would kill the man who'd murdered her family.
Hina stood up out of bed, allowing the tattered beige cloth of her slave wear to fall to her knees. The long miss-shaped sleeves irritated her skin and without a second thought she pulled at it, anger lending her strength. The material came off with ease, followed by the second sleeve. She made to step forwards, anger pushing her on a suicide mission.
"Hina, No!" a voice hissed through the dark suddenly, a hand grabbing her arm. Hina looked around confused. The girl who'd taken the top on the bunk was gazing at her through the dark.
"Ayaka," Hina whispered through the dark, startled. She'd thought everyone was asleep.
"Please… don't." The girl whispered urgently. Hina relaxed and turned to her, confused.
"I need to," She muttered back, pulling her arm free. The girl, Ayaka, had been the only person to talk to Hina since she came here. She'd tried to befriend her, but in a way, Hina hadn't wanted anyone. She glared at the blonde girl.
"I will kill him." She hissed, turning her attention back to the rooms exit.
"Hina, the king will kill you before you even try."
"He killed my friend," Hina replied taking a step closer.
"And would your friend want you to throw your life away?" Ayaka shouted after her. Hina froze. What would Osamu want for her? He would tell her to fight and try to free herself, but he would never tell her to risk her life. Hina bowed her head and felt the tears rushing to her eyes, spilling hot down her cheeks. She felt a hand rest upon her arm and she turned round to face the older girl. Hina buried her face in the girls shoulder and sobbed. How was she supposed to survive in a place like this?
Bakura sat in his throne of gold running a hand over the millennium ring dangling round his pale neck. He gazed across the well-lit, empty room his eyes gleaming. This was the room those pathetic beings would be brought to face his wrath. It entertained him, but right now he was bored. His mind drifted back to the girl he'd brought in recently. She had been fun, feisty. His smirk deepened. He'd not seen her since he'd left her in that pitiful room. Maybe it was time for a review of her services. Bakura stood up from his place and stepped purposely out of the room. He was king. It was everything he had wanted when he'd faced the pathetic Pharaoh. Now it was his, he could do whatever he wanted.