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So…you guys have noticed my OC's name, huh? Don't worry…I will get there ;)

Chapter 3: Meeting Master Malik

Kazejin struggled against the ropes that bound her. She had been thrown onto a bed, her feet tied, and left there. Kazejin had to escape. She knew that Shizuka had been taken; she had heard the other man talking about her. Kazejin had to save her.

Kazejin stretched her feet onto the nearby head board, located at the base of the bed. Its gilded design included a sharp peak at its crest. She moved her feet, sliding them up and down against the pointed edge. The ropes broke slightly, but she knew she would have to wriggle around a bit to break them more. Suddenly, Kazejin heard footsteps approaching. She had to get free quickly, before that man came; unfortunately, it would take too long to undo her feet.

Seized with an idea, Kazejin bit down on the ropes, and started gnawing through the ones on wrists. A soft chuckle echoed through her ears.

"I wasn't aware that the Kamen dwellers make it a habit to eat rope," a smooth voice commented behind her.

Kazejin jerked her body around, and glowered. It was the same man who had slapped her. "Release me at once," she commanded. "I must help my friend. That other boy that looks like you will force himself on her!"

"You mean my brother?" her captor enquired. "Do not fear. He enjoys these banquets, and the wine. He won't leave for another hour or so. Your friend is safe for now. But first, you and I will talk."

The man walked forward, and sat next to Kazejin as she lay on the bed. Kazejin could not do anything to escape, so instead she glared at the arrogant boy angrily.

"I am Malik Ishtar," he spoke. "You are to call me Master Malik or my lord at all times. You are to obey my every command, and you are to answer me when I ask a question. Now, what, dear lady, is your name?"

Kazejin set her jaw tightly, refusing to answer. She continued to wriggle, making it look as though she was trying to move away from him. She didn't want him to notice the loose ropes around her ankles. The man called Malik raised his eyebrows calmly.

"Humph," he muttered softly. "What is it about you that makes you think you can act this way?" He trailed a finger down her cheek, and Kazejin winced. She wasn't about to show this man she was scared of him; she wanted to tell him to get his disgusting hands off of her, but she also didn't want to get slapped again.



Malik seemed to read her thoughts. He sighed. "I'm not going to hit you again, if that's what you're worried about. I was just shocked that you spoke to me in such a manner. However," his eyes darkened, "if you dare do anything like that to me in public again, I won't hesitate to punish you properly." He stroked her face idly, and Kazejin, anger getting the best of her, snapped her teeth, jerking forward to bite his hand.

Malik yanked his hand away. "You missed," he remarked. "You're my property, darling. I will touch you however I like." He smirked at her, and then his eyes widened and fixed on her face.

"What?" Kazejin snapped.

Malik cupped her face in his hands, turning it from side to side. "Where is the bruise?" he asked, more himself than Kazejin. "I certainly hit you hard enough to leave behind something…"

Kazejin shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen myself. I didn't even know my face was bruised. Now, stop touching me!"

Malik shook his head. It was strange that the mark was gone, but he assumed it just faded on its own. Malik frowned suddenly. "No. And, you still didn't answer my first question. I'll ask you again. What is your name, darling?" Malik paused, not taking his eyes off of her. Stubbornly, Kazejin pursed her lips and glared at the bed linens, refusing to answer.

Malik stared at the girl, tilting his head, waiting for an answer. He still held her face. The woman looked down again, and ignored him. She was irking him, to be sure, but he was also enjoying it. And, what of her bruise? Malik knew there was one there before. After all, he was studying medicine, and he knew bruises just didn't fade. There is something different about this girl, he mused.

She posed a challenge to him, something Malik rarely got, and her face was even more attractive when angry. However, she was not beyond his ways; he could get an answer out of her, given the proper incentive.

"Tick tock," he sang. "If you do not provide an answer to my questions, I'll have to entertain myself with you in other ways." He brought his lips to her neck. The girl reddened, and her mouth opened in protest. "Besides," he whispered, placing his finger over her lips to silence her, "if I get distracted by you, I may forget about checking on your little friend in the next hour or so. You wouldn't want that to slip my mind, would you, my lotus?"

She stared at him, and fear finally registered in her eyes. Grudgingly, she mumbled, "Kazejin."

"What?" Malik asked, confused.

"My name. It's Kazejin."

"What an unusual name," he commented, finally letting go of her.



"I guess." Kazejin shifted anxiously. She was moving rather strangely. Malik surmised that she was nervous around him. He loved seeing her squirm; he really wanted to tell her that he was not going to force anything on her, but his pride wouldn't let him. I can't have this girl thinking she can just do whatever she wants. Firmly, Malik wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her up to sitting position, to stop her from fidgeting. She looked at him questioningly.

"You were uncomfortable lying like that," he said simply. "You might as well be able to sit correctly if you're going to be kept tied up."

"Untie me, then," she spat. "Let me go! I need to see Shizuka!"

"You still have time, Kaze," he laughed, letting his new nickname for her roll off his tongue.

"Don't call me that!" she yelled. "My name is Kazejin."

"I can call you whatever I want," Malik said. "Let's talk. I want to know more about you."

Kazejin just glared at him. Malik decided to try a different tact. "Besides," he said teasingly," the longer you talk, the longer you can keep me from," he moved closer to her face, "ravishing you."

Kazejin's face reddened. "H-How dare you," she stammered. "You can't…"

Malik laughed. "I can, and I will. What's with you, anyway? You get so nervous when I'm near you. I thought women of nobility frequently sleep around."

"Maybe in your experience," Kazejin shot back. "I wouldn't be surprised, coming from a sicko like you. I don't make a habit of sleeping with men."

"Really?" Malik asked wryly, raising his eyebrows, "With a face like yours, I thought you would have." Malik caressed her bare back gently, toying with her. He knew it would irritate her. Sure enough, she jerked away.

Kazejin rounded on him, ready to reprimand him. Suddenly, her eyes softened, and she gazed up at him, bewildered. "How did you know I was from a noble family?"

"Your attitude, mostly," Malik said truthfully. "You have obviously been spoiled by your father, with that headstrong personality of yours. No slave by birth would dare speak the way you do. Also, you have this air about you; a royal manner. You're used to getting your way. And, finally, there is no mistaking the workmanship of your garments." Malik's eyes scanned her clothes. Kazejin was wearing a deep purple dress; it flowed down her body, clinging to every curve. The neckline was low, and leather straps on the sides held it up. The straps slipped off her shoulders, and the back was cut down, revealing her delicate shoulders, and her piled hair accentuated them nicely. Malik wondered idly how long her raven hair really was. He grinned, realizing her had found another way to amuse himself.



Kazejin stiffened. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. The statement was supposed to sound inconsequential, but Malik knew better. Despite her tough exterior, her tone indicated fear.

"I was just wondering," he began smoothly, "what that hair of your looks like." Boldly, he pulled her onto his lap, and ran his fingers over her scalp, nimbly undoing the pins and the leather straps that held it up. Her hair tumbled to her shoulders, and Malik was pleased to note that it was incredibly long and wavy; Kazejin's hair was well past her mid back, and was soft and thick. Malik buried his head in it, breathing in her scent; Kazejin smelled like a lotus graden. She writhed in his grasp, moving rather strangely, but he held her tightly.

"What?" Malik asked, speaking into her hair, enjoying his games with her. "I'm just admiring you, lovely. No need to get so uptight."

"Please," Kazejin begged, pulling away so that she could stare into his eyes. "Do what you will with me, but let me save my friend Shizuka, first. Please! Don't let that man touch her! You can do anything you want with me afterwards, as long as we can save her!" Malik could see desperation in her eyes, but he knew his brother wouldn't touch the girl so early in the evening.

Malik decided to prolong her rescue, and tease Kazejin longer. Truthfully, he had no interest in saving Shizuka per se; what Marik did with the slaves was none of his business. However, he would love to take the slave away from his brother. After all, Malik loved grating on Marik, and loved getting the one up on him. "Rescuing" Shizuka and depriving his brother of the "good fuck" he so desperately desired would be entertaining.

Returning his attention to Kazejin, he replied, "Okay, Kaze, but, before we go, I want to have some fun with you. Maybe, a, ahem, preview of what you have to offer?" Malik grinned. He wasn't going to make her of course, but he was curious as to what she would do. He laughed to himself softly. I wonder what lengths she'll go to in order to save her friend? If I get something out of it, oh well. No one can say I forced her…