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Chapter 8: A Slave's Punishment

Malik was extremely intrigued by the young woman he now possessed. Kazejin, what an odd girl you are, he thought. He still hated the fact that she talked the way she did to him, and his pride couldn't stand letting her get away with it. Sometimes, he wanted to smack her or whip her to teach her a lesson; other times, and more often than not, he found her sarcastic trait endearing and candid, so different from other women. Oh well, he thought to himself, I can always shut her up if it goes too far. Besides, she is so much fun to play with. And, based on her injuries, I will need something to entertain me if I have to sit here tending to her wounds each day.

Malik bent close to Kazejin and stared at her lips. How did they heal so damn quickly? He wondered. The swelling had gone down, and there were no bite marks. It was strange, for Marik had all but chewed off her lips.

Marik. At the mere thought of Marik, Malik's blood boiled. He clenched his fist. How dare he do this! He has no right! And for what? A good screw? No girl should ever have to endure lovemaking with him. Come to think of it, his female slaves are rather weak. I bet they are covered in bruises under their garments. He probably scares them into silence, and…

"Hey! Your breath is gross! Don't even think about kissing me, or I will give you hell! You've been hovering over me like that for at least a minute!" Kazejin's voice jarred Malik from his thoughts. She looked up at him, her pearly eyes defiant, obviously misinterpreting the reason for his fixation on her lips.

Malik frowned, eyes dangerous. This behavior was exactly what he was talking about. "Let me make something clear to you," he stated, determined to stop her disrespect. "You are a slave now, more specifically, my slave. If you need my attention, you will call me master or lord. You belong to me, Kaze. I am not my brother, but I have ways of making people obey me; I really don't want to use them on you, but I will if that foolish behavior of yours continues. Furthermore, if I wish to kiss you, I will. Not that I would want to."

"You sure seemed like you wanted to kiss me a few seconds ago," she muttered crossly. "And then again," she added smartly, "you know, when I escaped? When your desire totally made you so stupid that you let I, a mere slave, get the better of you?"

Malik appeared bothered by her statement, but quickly recovered. "Kaze, to be blunt, you are nothing but a pain in the ass. I was merely toying with you. I can't think of any man that would want to put up with your caustic manner. You're lucky I am even taking the time out of my day to take care of you. I expect you to be somewhat grateful and just shut your mouth! I have allowed you a certain amount of leeway, but I am quickly tiring of your attitude, sweetheart."



"I am not your sweetheart! Ugh! And you expect me to be grateful? None of this would have happened if you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place!" Kazejin yelled. "And my name is not Kaze! Do you have a memory problem, asshole?"

Anger welled inside Malik. "Shut up!" he hissed. "Just shut up! I told you earlier; you are not to call me names!"

"Make me!" Kazejin screeched. "You threaten me, but you haven't done anything yet. I hate you! I don't care if you're taking care of me! It doesn't change the fact that you are a sick bastard, just like your brother! You talk of my behavior? Didn't your mother teach you how to treat a lady? I don't know how you could've ended up so fucked up! How dare you touch me and kiss my neck without my permission; insulting me, calling me names you know damn well irritate me! Well, I'm not buying it! I'm not scared of you, you…OUCH!." Malik cut off her words with a harsh twist of her arm. He was furious, and just wanted her to stop speaking. That will show her, Malik thought triumphantly. I may not be Marik, but I still do as I please.

Kazejin's face puffed up in pain. She continued to glare at him. "Let…me…go," she gasped stubbornly.

Malik studied her face. "Relent," he commanded calmly. "Stop talking, and bow your head to me. I shall not let go until you do. I don't care about how hurt you are from the beating Marik gave you. I don't even care how much more injured you get. More practice for me. You will learn obedience."

"No!" Kazejin screeched. "What are you going to do to me, anyway, if I don't?" she muttered, lip curling. "You can't do shit…Ah, ow!"

Malik twisted the arm further and pulled swiftly. Kazejin winced, and finally lowered her head.

"You mistake my patience for nicety. Just because I didn't assault you sexually, like Marik, does not mean I am any gentler than him! Learn your place, slave! You are treated like anyone else. I am merely taking care of you as practical learning for medical school. Did you think it indicated you were special? Hm? Now, stop talking," Malik said, clenching his fists. "Just be quiet. I don't care how sick you feel right now from the beating you took. You are subordinate to me, and will be treated accordingly. You are not to speak unless spoken to, or if you have a pertinent question. I will finish tending your wounds. If you dare to speak out again, I will make that arm worse. Understood?"

Kazejin looked at him, dumbfounded. "Well?" Malik barked at her. "I asked you a question? Yes or no? Do you comprehend what I just said?"

"Yes," Kazejin squeaked, sounding timid for the first time since he met her.

"Yes what?"

Kazejin glared at him. "Yes, master," she spat, her voice hostile. She was back to being stubborn.



"Good girl." He chuckled. "You learn fast." Malik watched her for a moment, satisfied, and then continued with his work, his anger leaving him as quickly as it came.

Kazejin silently fumed. Who does he think he is? she screamed inside her head. And what the hell is his problem?! I am never sure what I can say and what I can't. One minute he's gentle, the next angry, and then he's back to teasing me! Ra, I hate him!

Kazejin paused her own thoughts, reflecting on what she had said to him. Okay, maybe she had gone a little far. He was taking care of her, and she had been pretty harsh, shutting down every attempt at conversation with biting remarks. But still, she reasoned, he had absolutely no right to…to… Kazejin couldn't even finish the sentence. She felt sick, and ached even more; Malik had punished her as promised, and she really hadn't expected him to do so. She wondered briefly what he would do to her if she really made him mad. Are all men like this? Kazejin asked herself despairingly.

Kazejin wasn't sure. Her childhood friends had been Shizuka and Anzu, her maids, Mai, her sister, and Jonouchi and Honda, sons of two household guards. She had never interacted with a boy on a romantic level; technically, she should have been promised to someone by now, but she, like her sister Mai, had refused suitors. Mai had different reasons, though. Mai wanted to continue the glamorous life as a courtier, whereas Kazejin didn't want to give up control of her affairs to her would-be husband. Though women had the same rights as men in Egypt, generally, the man was the head of the household, and Kazejin knew she would never be as free in a marriage as she was in the present.

Well, screw him! She thought dismissively. It will take more than that to scare me!

Kazejin gasped as she felt a cold hand grasp her breast. Once again, she spat out the first thing that came to mind.

"Don't put your hands on me!" she screeched, whipping her head around again. "You've already done enough damage today, don't you think?!" Malik tensed, and raised his hand to slap her, but apparently changed his mind, and lowered his arm stiffly. Instead, he folded his arms and watched her carefully, his gaze penetrating. Emotions swirled in his heliotrope eyes, and Kazejin saw them oscillate between rage and amusement.

Since she wasn't sure which he would choose, Kazejin decided to interrupt his decision. "I'm…I'm sorry," she said reluctantly. "It's just, well, to be blunt...uh...why did you just touch me there? It's…inappropriate," Kazejin finished, finding the correct word with difficulty.

Malik continued to stare at her for a full minute. Finally, his eyes softened. He snorted. "Okay, Kaze. It's a valid outburst, seeing as how I didn't warn you as to what I was doing."

"Well, what in the seven hells were you doing?!" Kazejin snapped.



"Mouth, Little Kaze. Mouth. You talk like a beggar, you know. But, I will excuse it because of the circumstances. I was feeling your bruises. I didn't want to, shall we say, unwrap you, without your permission. So, I had to find out if I needed to. And," he smiled evilly, "I have concluded that I must sponge those wounds as well."

Kazejin blushed. Calming herself, she asked Malik shakily, "Did you wrap me in the first place?" She knew the answer, but she had to be sure.

He nodded, and cocked his head to the side. "How enjoyable that was for me. You have the most beautiful breasts." Malik snickered.

Kazejin didn't snap back this time, as much as she wanted to. She was puzzled by his teasing manner, and had to ask him about it.

"Ah…Master?" she asked cautiously, hating the sound of the foreign word. However, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere with him if she didn't play nice.

Malik glanced at her, surprised.

"Why…why did you get so mad at me earlier? Just a second ago, I acted rashly again, and spoke out against you, yet you did not punish me. I just…I don't understand." Kazejin trailed off, unsure of how to phrase her question.

"You want to know your bounds with me, is that it?" Malik asked flatly. "Kaze, earlier you compared me to my brother, and I am nothing like that monster. It agitated me. Our relationship is not exactly friendly, and just reminding me of it can set me into a disagreeable temperament. As for when I hit you, you insulted me in public. I suppose, besides those two times, I rather enjoy your wit, as it matches mine. You spit out whatever enters your head, a foolish, yet, somewhat charming, trait. I'd strongly advise you to weigh your words when speaking to me about certain topics, is all. I am not a cruel master, but I am demanding. Once you are recovered, you will see." Malik fell silent.

Well, that explains why he got so pissed, Kazejin thought. But, he's still a jerk!

After a moment, Malik reached for the linen around her chest, and gingerly undid it.

Kazejin looked at him, hating the fact that he was about to get another free view of her body. Malik's eyes met hers briefly, and he spoke, "This will hurt a bit."

"Master…Malik," she sputtered out his name, after a pause. "Could you not…look upon me?" Kazejin asked pleadingly. She hated calling him Master, but she hoped her compliance with his rules would bring her something in return.

Malik smirked. "I've already looked. So, since I have already seen what you have to offer, I suppose can avert my eyes, just for you, Little Kaze."



Malik picked up the sponge once more, and, surprisingly true to his word, his eyes never left hers. Kazejin felt uncomfortable, but, he was working quickly, and his hands weren't groping her. She saw him reach for new linens, out of the corner of her eye, and felt him wrap her up.

"Done." Malik muttered. He picked up the bowl, and abruptly turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Kazejin asked quickly, wondering how long he'd be gone. Maybe I can get away…

Malik grinned. "Why, will you miss me? Kaze, I have better things to do than attend to a slave girl. I have duties around here. Marik shall not enter here, if that is your worry. You are safe, and," he glanced at her knowingly, "quite guarded. Do not attempt escape, or I will deal you more, what did you call it? Ah, yes, damage. I will check on you tomorrow morning. Sleep well. One of the servants will bring you dinner soon. Do you have any other questions, seeing as how even after my punishment, I still couldn't keep you quiet?" He looked at her, and Kazejin could swear she could see a smile playing on his lips.

"I do have a question," Kazejin started. "Can you please not call me Kaze? It's not my name." Seeing Malik's smile fade quickly, she added, "Master."

"No," he replied simply. "Good night, Kaze." Malik laughed quietly, and left.

"Agh!" Kazejin cried out in rage, after the door had slammed. This was going to be some adventure. That is, if she escaped to tell about it.