A/N: Due to request made fairly recently, I've been musing with the idea of continuing this. (If you remember from earlier- I said I might add more if I got bored.) Well, I guess I did. And, I'm planning on adding more. All with Phantom of the Opera quotes. Because, if you think about it, the pairing works with it. (Again, not a song fic)

Warnings: Erm, as with my potrayal of Marik- slight sadistic way of showing affection.

"My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind- …(I'm)… there, inside your mind."
The Phantom from The Phantom of the Opera. Taken slightly out of context.

Téa woke up slowly, blinking away the drowsiness of being unconscious. And, suddenly, she perked up, realizing she was chained to a chair of sorts. When she had deduced this, she began panicking, madly wriggling while in her trapped position in an attempt to escape out of her current situation.

But, she should have known, it was completely useless. The belt-like materials that were used as restraints tightly secured her to the chair. She sighed, trying to think of how she gotten to where she was. She remembered two of the Rare Hunters taking her to another room after Mokuba had escaped. And then what? What happened after that?

Téa racked her brain desperately but couldn't come up with an answer. She only vaguely remembered entering a room, a dark and cold room. But anything after that or whatever had happened in that room she could not remember. What was going on with her?

She sighed. Where was Mokuba? Why hadn't he come with help yet? She shivered; it was extremely cold in the room.

With her shiver, something within her memory sparked as if it wasn't the first time she had shivered. Maybe that mysterious room in the warehouse she couldn't remember was the room she was in right now. But why was it that she couldn't remember anything?

It didn't make any sense.

It wasn't long before something had happened. The dark room she was in had suddenly stirred, a door in front of her opening and casting a ray of light into the room. She closed her eyes when they came into contact with the light, her pupils shrinking with a small pain.

"Who's there?" she barked to the person who had opened the door.

At first, she could see nothing but a dark silhouette. And, very slowly, her blue eyes became more used to the light and she was able to depict a few features of this person.

There was the glint of golden jewelry, the disturbance of platinum blond hair with a small movement, and the outline of dark cargo pants…

And then, Téarealized that it was Namu standing before her.

Her first reaction was immediate, one of relief as it washed over her with a calming presence. She had almost forgotten how Namu was with her and Joey when the Rare Hunters had snatched them, and smashed her cell phone.

"Namu, I-"

But then she stopped herself as her instinct clicked in. If Namu was indeed a prisoner, he would have his own set of Rare Hunter guards with him, escorting him around. But as it so happened, he was alone. And, he was smirking. So was Namu in on the whole thing as well? Was he one of Marik's drones, working for him brainlessly as he lulled her and Joey into a false sense of trust? Or, was his mind in the control of Marik's now and this wasn't the real Namu?

And then, there was something else that shuffled in her chain of memories… something with Namu…

"Namu?" came Namu's own distinct voice. "Come now, Téa, don't tell me you've already forgotten. It wasn't that long ago when last we met."

With Namu's statement- or who ever he was- it was confirmed to Téa that there was definitely something that she didn't remember. So, was Namu with her earlier?

"I…I-I don't know what you're talking about," she said defiantly, trying to strengthen her voice so she would sound courageous and unafraid, if only marginally. The result, she had to admit, was pretty pathetic.

"Pity," Namu mused to himself as he stepped farther into the room. Intuitively, Téa shrank back from him as he got closer, getting as far away from him as the chair would allow her. She knew Namu was most certainly not a good guy.

"Who are you?" she asked, voice echoing off the walls and shaking with her fear at the same time. With her tone, Namu's smirk only grew as he approached. When he was directly in front of her, he bent down, lowering his face until it was even with her, and just inches away. She shivered again.

"Who am I, you ask?" he said. He lifted his hand and placed it gently on her face. She tried turning away from him.

"Get away!" she hissed in a hoarse voice, throat suddenly dry. He ignored her, leaving his sun-tanned hand on her pale face.

"Who am I?" he repeated, voice superciliously. "I thought I made it quite clear in our last conversation. However, you don't remember anything of that, do you?"

Her only response was the widening of her sapphire blue eyes. It was as if to her, there was no need to answer; he seemed to know the answer to everything.

It was a confirmation to him, all the same as he moved again- hand drifting from her cheek to her neck. His fingers twitched threateningly, slightly tightening as if to show Téa that her life was at the mercy of his whim. As if she needed reminding.

"Enlighten me," she said in a coldly sarcastic tone. His smirk disappeared, replaced with that of an angry frown. And, as such, his fingers tightened around her neck again, this time maintaining the sharp pressure for a few moments before releasing the tension. She gave a small gasp of surprise, terror, and of the small pain he had caused.

"You might want to watch your tone," he said roughly. She grimaced as he waited for a few more moments- as though he were keeping his temper in check- before he replied again.

"I was wondering what your general reaction to me would have been, had I not been under the alias of someone you thought you trusted." Téa blinked, shocked at his words.

"An alias?" she managed to whisper with her fear-constricted throat. His smirk returned.

"Yes, an alias. Care to know what my real name is or would you prefer to guess?" With his question, there was a small glow about his forehead in the shape of an eye, and- suddenly- some sort of mental constraint released its grip and the memories came back to her.

"Marik!" she gasped tonelessly. He nodded, a look of triumphant dancing about in his violet eyes.

"Tell me, Téa, do you feel weak? Do you feel unbearably helpless knowing that your memories, your entire mind, is at my complete control?" He had that sadistic voice again, the one from earlier.

And then, his words took shape in her mind as she realized something. He had blocked the memories of what occurred between the two of them earlier- of him kissing her. And she instinctively knew that he was the one to release the memories, allowing her to know what had happened so she could accurately guess his name. And, finally, she also realized that she was shaking, very badly.

Her trembling frame told him all he needed to know.

With the hand that was not on her throat, he pressed a nearby button on the chair- a button that would have been impossible for her to reach on her own- and the chair's restraints disappeared, leaving her free to move about. However, she was unable to- not because of Marik's control over her, but because of her own state of terror.

With this same hand that had pressed the button, he grabbed her left, upper arm and pulled her out of the chair, only to harshly shove her against the nearby wall. Unlike the hand on her neck, the hand around her arm was unmercifully tight. The hand on her throat stroked the length of her neck.

Téa forced her eyes shut, not wanting any of this to happen but still hearing his voice when he next spoke.

"This should be fun," he decided to himself

Very fun to write, even if slightly disturbing. I'm excited to see what happens next. I got the inspiration to write more Marik after reading some of The Duelist's Heiress' Powers Revealed. Which you should read if you have not done so at this point.

Reveiw, as always. Please.

-Nuit Songeur