Tenshi: Everyone, how are you? I want to start by thanking my awesome reviewers 00Midnight00 and Fangirl4ver. Yeah, it's just two, but they made my day, and motivated me to write this chap faster. So anyway, things finally start moving in this chapter! Untill now, there were mostly... just fillers, with maybe a bit of information every here and there. Though you won't see it at first, this will be pretty important.
CoppyCat: That's right, so my Angel's finally going to start the actual plot! Yay! But even without plot, you know that I love all that abuse-scenes.
Tenshi: Yes, I do. And I hope our readers do, too. Anyway, I have to warn, I'm probably going to put a Raping scene in this chapter. So feel free to skip once you think things are becoming dangerous.
CoppyCat: Anyway, Tenshi-chan doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!... Yet.
It was hot. Very hot. The sand felt like lots and lots of needles under his hands, but he couldn't get up. An even worse pain in his back was stoping his movements. The sun shining over his exposed skin was making him warmer and warmer, he could barely take the heat, but he didn't say anything. He tried to say, but he couuldn't. He found that... he had no control over his body. But when a horrible wave of pain went through his body, starting from his back, he did scream. He screamt. But why? He suddenly had control? No, he still couldn't move, or say anything. But then why? Bakura was whipping him, and he wasn't even chained- Wait! Where did that come from? He was in egypt. He was a lowly slave. His master was killed one day, and he then became the slave of the killer. A thief. The king of the thievs. Bakura. Yes, that was it. But how did he know that? Before he managed to think better of it, another surge of pain traveled his body. He was vaguely aware that something was being told to him, but he vouldn't really make the sounds out, as another wave of pain came. It was probably more of bakura's insults. He already knew them by heart. And he even started feeling them. Wortles? Stupid? Piece of trash? Maybe he was all that. Otherwise, why would the other keep repeating it to him? And why would the God's let him endure all that? Go through all that pain? They had to have a reason. Maybe he was just not worth saving, as Bakura was allways telling him. That was maybe it... And while all this thaughts that weren't really his traveled through his head, more screams escaped his mouth as more surges of pain hit his back, and traveled his body.
Brown eyes opened to a dark room. He was on the floor. All his body hurt, but right now, his thaughts were on the dream he had just had. It all just seemed so... real! That pain, the thaughts in his head, they weren't just an illusion. But then, what were they? He was trying to think, when reality caught up with him, the pain in his body started making itself known, and the events of the past night went running through his head. At that, his eyes went wide, than shut tightly as tears started swelling in them, and running down his cheeks, and his body curled up in a protective manner.
"He- he d-did it...he actually did it..." 'I-I can't belive this... this happened... to... m-me...'
The thing is, Bakura always made shure that all the wounds he did could be hidden from eyesight. Unfortunately, the bullies weren't that considerate. So the prvious day, at school, someone started asking questions. And then, others joined in with him. So Ryou found that he had to explain, to tell them something, some lie, to get himsellf out of that situation.
However when he got home, Bakura wasn't at all happy with what he did. No. Actually, he was pissed. Because Ryou actually let someone see his wounds, and because he had talked to his coleagues without permission.
He was probably already pissed when he found all that out, bacause the thief was never really that pissed. That furious. He probably had a really bad day, and was taking it all out on Ryou. But that happened before, and it was never really that bad. But than, what happened? What made this day worse than others?
He didn't have the time to question, as he felt the other dragging him violently to his room, where he threw him down to the floor with full force. The boy let out a short, strangled scream at the contact with the floor. He turned on his back, to face the ceiling, but as soon as the he got there, he felt a new weight push onto him. He opened his eyes. And grasped in shock. The thief was sitting on him, his legs folded on either sides of his hips. The boy noticed in horror that the other was leaning closer to him, untill their faces came clse enough that he felt the other's warm breath on his skin.
Bakura looked straight into those large, brown orbs, widened in fear. Yes, how he loved that sight. How he loved to see people cowering down at his feet, in complete fear, and ready to do anything for their lifes. I made him feel powerful. And besides, it was just fitting that others go through that same pain and fear that he had to go through. They deserved it. Everyone did. Everyone was guilty, and there was no one that wss trully innocent and pure. Such a thing didn't exist. It was all part of a fairytale-world, a world he had to grow up from at a very young age. He trully believed that here was no way such fantasies were real. And that boy in front of him was no exception. As pure and innocent as he might look and seem, he was just as guilty as everyone else. He was sure of that. Even though sometimes he would find himself regretting what he did to the boy, as he didn't seem like he deserved all that, he would shake that feelings off in a second. Everyone was guilty. Everyone deserved to suffer.
He leaned in closer to the boy's face, seeing him becoming even paler than usual, if possible, pure terror running wild in those deep, brown orbs. they were now close enough that the tips of their noses were touching. Close enough that with one small, swift move, Bakura's lips were pressing violently against the other's. So tightly it hurt. He stole a hungry, possesive and wild kiss from the boy, nothing warm, nothing pleasant making it's way through his lips. No. There were no feelings behind that kiss. Only posessivness and crulety. Bakura knew that the boy would suffer greatly after something like that, and would certainly never disobey him again. That is- unless he actually liked all hat stuff being done to him. He pushed past the boy's lips and started exploring his mouth, not even trying for one second to get permission. He ravaged Ryou's mouth, abd bit the boy's lip hard enough for the boy to feel the pain from it.
The albino teen was completely shocked. He wasn't expecting, nor wishing that. He had never done that before, and had always heard about how the first time would be something special, full of meaning, and it would feel wonderful. And that it would be even more specal, since you would share it with the person you trully loved. But for him, it was nothing like that. In stead of being given to him by the person he loved, like a gift of something special, as it sould, it was in stead stolen from him by a thief, an abuser, a horrible person that kept him as nothing more than a slave. Tears were rolling down his cheeks at the thaught of losing yet another special something. One by one, everything was taken away from him. Everything special to him was being stolen away. Than, to his complete horror, a moan went out his lips. He hoped, he trully hoped, with all his heart, that the thief hadn't heard it, but deep down, he knew that reality was too cruel to grant him that wish.
He smirked through the kiss. That small sound that escaped the teen underneath him, it made him enjoy that all the more. After that the boy tensed up, beoming almost rigid, and proving to Bakura that Ryou had indeed did that, and regreted it fully. Oh this was going even better than he had hoped! He rose a hand and insered it in the darkness of the room, pulling it back out a few seconds later together with a sharp knife. He pulled away from the crying teen and noticed his wet cheeks, and the clear and bright, beautiful eyes that the tears left behind. But he didn't give it any time, as he put the shining blade onto the hip of the weak teen underneath him and started running it down his leg, cutting through the thin cloth of the boy's school pants, and opening a deep wound on his leg. The boy let out a strangled scream. Oh yes, Bakura was enjoying this even better now. He went to the very base of his pants, cutting them completely open, than did the same thing to his other leg, once again earning himself a pained scream out of the boy, followed by even more tears. He pulled off the boy's trousers together with his boxers, leaving the boy completely exposed, and at his mercy. And the boy was expecting that the thief would start and cut up the upper part of his body, too, in order to leave him in cold and pain. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the next cut, blood running freely on the floor from the two wounds already at hand.
However Bakura didn't have the same plans as him. No, not at all. In stead, he used his shadows again, and moved them around Ryou's wrists. They started pulling the traumatized teen to the nearest wall, pinning him there with his hands above his head. This time, however, he was rose up only half-way, and was now with his legs under his butt, but high enugh that he wasn't actually sitting(A/n: please tell me If you understand this part, I'm not sure if I explained it propperly. If you didn't understand , tell me, and I'll explain it to you ^_^). Bakura got closer to the boy, who once again shut his eyes. He leaned down, his lips next to his ear. In the mean time, he turned the turned the knife in his hand so he was holding it by the blade, and placed the handle next to Ryou's opening. Than on an insane tone:
"Now scream, yadonushi"! With that, he completely pushed the handle inside the boy.
"! STOP IT, STOOOP ITT!"
"That's right, keep screaming. No one will hear you, and no one will help you. No one will ever help you!" the thief stated. More tears made their way on Ryou's cheeks. But this time, it wasn't because of the pain. Not the phisical pain, anyway. It was because of what Bakura had said. He knew the thief was right. No one would ever help him. He knew that. But to hear it said out loud was something else. It hurt him inside to know just how alone he was in the world, and that he had no one. He used to have Yuugi. Yes. Yuugi. The first one who saved him from his misery and lonelyness. But they had to part ways. And maybe it was for the better. He couldn't stand to drag Yuugi into this with him. Another scream escaped him, as his master was pulling the knife out and then thrusting it back in again, and again, blood dropping to the floor, and running down the blade of the knife.
Bakura was laughing maniacally between the boy's screams, and puting more and more force in it, making it more painful with each turn.
Any thaught disappeared from Ryou's mind as the only thing left was the pain. His body was screaming from the pain as the thief once again pulled the blade out then pushed it back in with more force. At first, after the two waves of pain, there was something else there, with the pain. It was awareness, of what Bakura was doing, of what was happening to him. Of the fact that he was being raped. But with each thrust back in, the pain was bigger, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep any thaughts in his mind. So now, there was only pain. The only thing his mind was concentrating on.
The handle was pulled out.
The pain was submitting, but Ryou knew it wouldn't be for long.
Thrust back in.
Another scream from the teen's mouth.
Pulled out.
Blood was dripping on the floor.
Pushed in.
The boy felt the intense pain going through his whole body.
Pulled out.
Even this movement that till now gave him a bit of peace started to hurt more and more.
In.
Another scream.
That movement continued, and with each push, Ryou felt the wave of pain. That awful pain. There was no pleasure in it, as he heard it should be when you have sex. No, it was only pain. Pain that pulled out of him terrifyng screams. And it went on, and on, as the thief kept pulling and pushing the knife, and laughing like a maniac at every scream and beg that came from the boy. However after about two hours, he fell unconscyous from both the exhaustion and the blood-loss, and the thief finally stopped and released the chains on the boy.
Now, as he was remembering every detail of it, the boy was utterly terrified. The thief... raped him...
He wasn't angry at the thief. He knew he deserved it. All he had to do was respect a few rules and do his chores, and he couldn't even do that much. He knew he deserved the punishments, so he wasn't angry. But he was scared. Terrified, actually. Of what had happened to him so far, and of the knowledge~or maybe the very unknowledge~ of what was to come.
Why couldn't the thief just kill him? He had no reason to live on anyway. No one cared about him. No one would miss him. All his life was about was pain. Phisical, emotional, it was pain from sunrise to dawn. Also he knew no one would ever care about him or love him. So what reason was there left to live? Why couldn't he just die already?...
Another week passed. Ryou has been attacked by bullies almost daily, and every time, he would arrive home only to be greeted by his master's punishment. His body was slowly starting to fail under all that pressure.
He found it harder to move in ways that were perfectly natural before.
The same action seemed to be giving him way larger amounts of pain.
He had copletely lost the feeling of hunger or craving. He stopped eating breakfast a long time ago, but lately, every evening he would leave his food untouched, and every time he managed to down something at lunch, he would end up with his head in the toilet. Every now and then he managed to eat a piece of fruit or something like that without throwing up, but that was about it, all that kept him alive.
Sometimes, in class, his hand would start shaking and he'd find himself unable to even hold the pen anymore, or sometimes, his legs would just give up on him in the middle of the hallway, or even on his way home. Of course at home he would hide it all as best as he could, but other people were starting to notice something was wrong, and started puting quescions. He would just ignore them, of course. But how long could he keep on doing that? Of course it wouldn't be a problem if the school went to his 'familly' about his state. His father couldn't care less of what was happening to him. But if they started putting more quescions, those could start rising suspicions, and how long would it be before someone found out about Bakura? The thief wouldn't be happy with that. But he couldn't talk to them to get rid of any quescions or suspicions, because that would result in a worse punishment that night, and right now, he could barely live through the ones at hand.
So for now, he'll just go with it, let things happen, and hope everything turns out fine.
That day, he had the luck to not be targeted by anny bullies, so as he got home in time, he also escaped a punishment. But he knew that tomorow he wouldn't be that lucky. Of that, he was sure.
He prepared dinner for that night. He prepared the thief a dish called 'biftec tartar' wich consists of raw meat mixed with a raw egg and different tipes of condiments. He thaught(hoped) it would suit the thief's tastes. For himself, he prepard a mixed salad, though he knew he wouldn't eat it anyway.
As they sit at the table that evening, the thief was wolfing his meal down, while Ryou was just moving his around in his plate to make it seem like he actually ate a bit, even though he didn't.
"Where?"
"-Huh?" Ryou was startled by the sudden question. They didn't usually talk, even when they were in the same room. All their verbal contact consisted pretty much in 'discussing punishments' so he was taken by surprise when he heard his master talk to him. "Master...?"
"Where did you learn to cook like this?I think yours may be the best food I've ever tasted." he wasn't about to say that out loud though. "And all the house-keeping you're doing, most boys aren't usually as good with this kind of stuff as you are. So where did you learn all this?"
"I- I don't... I d-d-didn't really... I was allways good a-at thiss s-stuff... M-Master-Bakura(A/n: in the time spent 'together' they both got used to a few ways of adressing that show the thief's authority. Like Master, Master-Bakura, Bakura-Sama, Yami-Sama,...). W-when I was younger, m-m-my parents would be away f-f-fr-from home a-a lot, s-s-o I h-h-had to take care of- my little s-s-ss-sister and myselff, m-master." he had his eyes shut tightly to stop the tears that formed from dropping, but failed at that task as two tears managed to make their way through his defenses.
Bakura was about to ask more about the boy's familly, but decided that it was better not to press the subject. Than he noticed the still full plate in front of the boy.
"Why didn't you eat your dinner?" he demanded harshly.
"I'm sorry Bakura-sama, I'm not v-very hungry r-r-right noow, tha-at's all..."
"I don't care. Eat up. You need the energy to do your jobs right."
"Y-yes Bakura-sama. Right away Bakura-sama." Even though he knew where all the food would end up, he wan't about to argue with the man. He had just managed to almost go one day without any beatings. So he started eating, Bakura's hawk-eyes fixed on him untill he took the last bite on the plate.
"Good. Now get to your other chores." And with that, the thief left. Ryou stood in place for about two minutes, when he was sure his master would be in his room by now. In that instand, he jumped up and bolted to the bathroom, grtting there just in time to manage to put his head over the toyletseat before he started throwing up.
After his stomach was completely empty, he rose up on shaky legs, and started working, so he wouldn't get punished for not doing his job.
Tenshi: Ok, I think this could've been put in two separate chapters, first the raping scene, then what came after the next morning, but the ideeas just came to me one by one and I had to wyite them down on the spot. So, yeah, it may be longer than other chapters, though I'm not really sure.
CoppyCat: It's fine anyway, at least you updated, and it's not short. What more can you ask?
Tenshi: Anyway, everyone, what did you think about the raping scene? Was it good? Did I rush to it? If you think it came to quickly, than I can allways delete this chapter and rewrite it. Anyway the ending will be the same, so I'm off to writing chapter 6. Than I'll probably get to the other storries too. But right now, I'm in love with this one, and going to write more.
CoppyCat: Yeah. Please review and let us know what you thaught!
Tenshi: Pretty please covered with icing and cherry on top!
PS: Sorry if there are spelling errors, my key-board still isn't working properly, so I may have missed a letter every here and there. If I did, I'm really sorry!
