Okay!! Time to respond to my reviews!!

Mei1105: Yay!! Ya really like my stories!! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!!

Scartlet Path: Hehehe... I know who YOU are!! Thanks for reading my stories, K!!!!! There's a lot more where they come from!!

Oftla:... okay, I've got a few things to say to you... to start off, this is an ANIME fanfiction... is it required to be historically accurate, and have you EVER seen muddy brown water in an anime??? How do you know that the ancient Egyptians didn't have a belief in time travel? I don't know about you, but I can't read ancient hyroglyphics to find out all the intricacies of their belief structure. Hmmm... you think Jenna's life was FIXED UP due to the time travel? Wow, did you even READ this story? By the way, Seto defended Kisara even before he found out about the power inside her. If you take into consideration that the priests may be just a little more accepting about people with different appearances, and the people in the cities were made aware of that, then wouldn't they become a little more accepting as well? The crowds sure dispersed when Seto told them to leave Kisara alone!! And what's wrong with using the Milennium Items to teach Jenna their language? Do you know the full capabilities of the Millennium Items? I know I don't!! It's called artistic lisence and I will very happily use mine. And to my mind, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. This isn't to insult you, but just to point out my own reasons for doing what I did in my story. Your review, flaming as it may have been, was appreciated. :)

Okay, enough with that. I don't own Yugioh. Just Jenna, my character.

And here is Chapter Twelve!!!!!

Jenna slowly became aware that her matress was unusually hard, and for some reason she had the most horrible morning taste in her mouth. Then she remembered what had happened and was only barely able to keep herself from giving a start as her heart rate immediately skyrocketed. This wasn't her matress, she realized. She remembered someone had grabbed her from behind and had placed a cloth with some foul smelling substance over her mouth. Had she been kidnapped? And if so... who had done it and what did they intend to do with her?

She struggled hard to keep herself looking as though she was still asleep, and tried to keep the panic in her mind at bay. There was no point in panicking until she knew for sure what was going on. She heard nothing at the moment... or did she? She could swear she heard the faint sound of a crackling fire. Since she didn't feel any heat, it probably meant the sound was coming from torches.

She very carefully opeend her eyes.

She was lying on a floor of stone, and looking straight forward from her current position, she saw that the walls were filled wit hyroglyphics, reflecting the flickering of many torches that hung on wrought iron brackets on the walls. She slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. They seemed to be the same on all sides of her, except for large pillars that seemed to be holding up the ceiling, and a large stone slab lying on an elevated area of the floor. A little curious, she climbed to her feet a little shakily and took a few steps toward it.

Until a series of misty beings flew between her and the slab, all of them emenating chilling moans from their almost skeletal faces. Jenna let out a terrified screech and took several steps back, bumping into someone. She felt someone's hands on her shoulders.

"So... you're finally awake."

She let out another cry and whirled, breaking out of his hold. Turning, she saw the man who must have kidnapped her. He had a shock of white hair on his head, but he was young... maybe only a year or two older than she was. But over his left eye was a large scar, and across his bare chest were several more. He was dressed in an elaborate red robe, the front hanging open, revealing the traditional cloth covering his privates. He looked at her with a smirk that was chilling all on its own.

"Who are you? Where am I? And why did you kidnap me?!" she asked, trying to keep her fear at bay. But when he answered her questions, she would find it returning in a rush.

He chuckled. "Look closely, my dear. If you've been paying attention to your new friends and the events of the past few days, you should be able to figure out who I am quickly enough."

Blinking curiously now, Jenna looked at him. She hadn't seen this man before in her life... But then she saw it... the golden item hanging around his neck. Her blood turned to ice when she recognized it for what it was.

"The... Millennium Ring..." Her face went white. "You're... Bakura..."

He chuckled again. "How very perseptive of you."

She shook her head slowly. "But... I don't get it. Why... would you kidnap me? And where did you bring me?" she said, taking a few steps back, her heart pounding madly in her chest. She had been told just how dangerous this man was, and it was something she didn't want to witness for herself. But then she felt a stab of ice cold go across her back and she jumped, taking a glance back as she saw more of those white forms as they brushed by her. "AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS?!" she yelped as she held herself close, a shiver wracking her body.

He chuckled again. "Welcome to my humble home... we are in a temple concealed beneath the former village of Kul Elna. And those are the spirits who lost their lives here due to the action of the former Pharaoh... King Akhnamkamen!!"

She blinked slowly. "You mean... the Pharaoh's father?"

He scowled. "Yes. To forge the Millennium Items, he sent his high Priest here to massacre the inhabitiants of my village, and used their blood to forge the Items themselves! I am the sole survivor. And I have vowed revenge! The son shall pay for the sins of the father!!"

Jenna looked at him in shock. "The Pharaoh probably doesn't even KNOW about that, for one, and for another, that still doesn't explain why I'M here!! Why did you capture me? I have nothing to do with any of this!!"

A cold smile played on his lips and Jenna felt her heart start hammering in her chest once more. "Oh, I beg to differ, my dear... You see... I have vowed to take everything from the Pharaoh. And I know that he is in love with you, so you're at the top of my list!!"

Her heart almost stopped in that instant. "How... did you... learn about that...?"

His eyes were squarely on her, his lips still formed in that cold smile. "You should be careful what you say when you're in the palace... or at least make absolutely sure there are no servants hiding in the shadows. They love gossip, especially where the Pharaoh in involved."

Bakura then took a few steps toward her, Panic and cold terror reared in her as she took a few steps back. "W-wait! Okay, I admit, the Pharaoh did tell me that he has feelings for me, but I haven't made any decisions yet myself! I- I haven't done anything to you, or to the people in your village! I don't know if you've heard all those rumors going around about me, but none of them are true! And..." Her back was now against the wall of the room and Bakura continued to advance on her.

"Oh, I knew the rumors concerning you weren't true. Although looking at you now, I cam certainly understand why they would mistake you for an angel or perhaps even the daughter of Ra." His eyes trailed up and down her frame hungrily as he came to within a foot of her. One of his hands came up and touched her f ace, while the other settled on her waist. "The only rumors that were true is the fact of your beauty." His hand went under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking straight at him. The cold smile turned cruel as he brought his face closer to hers. "And I want to experience you for myself," he said, his voice going lower, his hand on her hip starting to trail upward toward her breasts.

She panicked then, her instincts taking over. "STOP IT!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!!" she cried, her hand lashing out and smacking him across the face.

Then she froze in shock, realizing what she had just done and who she had done it to. Bakura's face was a little shocked for a moment, and then her blood turned to ice as his expression turned angry. The next thing she knew, he had spun her around and she felt his fist slam into her jaw, the force of the blow flinging her across the room.

She landed on the hard floor with a cry of pain and looked up, her eyes now enormous with fear as Bakura advanced on her, his expression promising her excrutiating pain and humiliation. She scrambled back, her heart pounding like mad in her ribs.

"Bakura! I- I'm sorry!! It was a reflex! I didn't mean to..."

He pointed straight at her. "You need to learn some respect, woman! You're in MY home now, and that means I make the rules! Spirits of Kul Elna! Let's teach this woman some respect!!"

Jenna saw the ghosts flying toward her and let out a terrified scream, scrambling back once more. Then all of a sudden, she felt a stabbing cold enter through her back and exit through her chest. This was followed by dozens more until she felt as if she was freezing from the inside out. She was down on her knees and holding herself close, her eyes enormous with the strange cold that was covering her.

"N-no... more... Please... no more..." she managed to get out, trembling uncontrolably. She couldn't stand another stab of cold. She just couldn't. It almost felt as though the spirits had been sucking out her soul as they entered her.

She was suddenly aware that Bakura was knelt before her and he once again tilted her chin upward so she was looking him in the eyes. He had that cruel smirk on his face again. "Resist me again..." he said, "and I will have my spirits suck the very lifeblood from your veins. I can assure you... it would be a VERY painful experience." His smirk grew. "Or perhaps I could even have my Diabound come forth and take care of you in THAT way. You are nothing to me, woman."

She started trembling once more as he pulled her to her feet. Then, without warning, Bakura whirled her in his grasp and she found herself pinned to the wall, the Tomb Robber right up against her. She could feel he was in a state of arousal through his clothes.

Tears started streaming down her cheeks now as he brought his mouth to her own. Then he brought his lips up by her ear. "The Pharaoh will see you again. I have every intention of returning you to him, so you don't need to fear that," he said softly. "The only question that remains is... will I return you to him dead or alive?"

Her legs went numb in that instant, Bakura wrapping his arms around her to keep her from falling. He held her close to him, and Jenna had a shudder go through her. She felt as if she was being held by the embodiment of evil. There was none of the comfort or gentle warmth in his touch, like the Pharaoh's. He felt possessive and controling. He didn't care what happened to her, so long as he got what he wanted. "Please... don't kill me..." she managed to get out.

She could feel him smiling against her cheek. "I guess we'll see, my dear. But for now... you belong to me."

His hand came up and tore her rob off in one swift movement and then he slammed her onto the floor, not caring about her cry of pain. Then he positioned herself atop of her, exposing his manhood, and thrust inside of her. Pain shot through Jenna like fire and she squirmed in his grip. He backhanded her and then gripped hold of her breasts, digging his nails into her as he continued his thrusts, stealing away her virginity. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she pleaded weakly, knowing he wouldn't stop until he wanted to. She only got hit again for her trouble.

And thus her hell began.

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Bakura finally tired of torturing her hours later and was currently sitting against the stone wall sleeping. Jenna was curled up in a corner, wrapping herself as well as she could in a tattered cloth he had simply thrown at her after he was finishing ravaging her. Her entire body was in pain, and she still felt the cold from the spirits. She felt filthy, and holding herself close, she closed her eyes and took in several shuddering breaths, trying to stomp down her fear and dispell the horrific memories frmo her mind to no avail.

She almost considered trying to escape, until she glanced up and saw several of the spirits still floating about. She immediately shut her eyes tight once more and shook her head repeatedly. She couldn't. THEY would stop her and then HE would be inclined to teach her another lesson. He might even kill her. She didn't know what his Diabound was or what it looked like, but she didn't WANT to know. He was scary all on his own. And dangerous enough without a beast and all those spirits to back him up.

She felt a huge shudder wrack her body, and then a shooting pain through her ribs and across her lower jaw where he had first struck her. She wanted someone to be with her... to hold her. She couldn't remember ever being this scared before in her life... not even when she had first come here and woke to that Egyptian guard. Back then, she simply hadn't known what was going on. Now that she did, and she knew the history behind the man that she had been captured by, she was positively terrified.

Jenna thought of the Pharaoh and felt on the verge of tears again. From the beginning, she had always felt the safest when HE was with her. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. If Bakura could be believed, he was definitely going to see her again, but she didn't know if she would be alive or dead when that time came. Right now, she was more inclined to believe that she wasn't giong to see him herself ever again.

She tried to bring thoughts of him into her mind, hoping to find comfort of some sort... or some sort of hope. He was looking for her, she was sure. Did they know where Bakura lived? Did they know about Kul Elna? She doubted it, otherwise they would have captured or killed him themselves long ago.

She remembered the way the Pharaoh had held her so many times when she was afraid or when he had made his feelings known to her. But it didn't do much to help her. Because she knew in a few hours, Bakura was going to wake up again and continue torturing her. And she worried that she might not live to see the next day.

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In fact, three days passed. Each time, the pain grew more intense, and she had his maniacal laugh stuck in her mind as he continually tortured and raped her. He unleashed his spirits on her again, sending her into another cold spell that just didn't quit. Until the day that Bakura decided that he had tortured her sufficiently enough. She hadn't eaten at all, both because he simply hadn't offered her anything to eat and she didn't think she'd be able to keep anything down, and her body was covered in injuries.

He looked down at her rag drapped trembling form, a cold smile in place as always. "I think I have done enough," he said, looking at her eyes which were wide and haunted. "And so I will return you to the Pharaoh shortly. And I have decided something else as well..." He crouched at her side and gently brushed her cheek with his hand, being rewarded with a shudder of terror. "I want to bring the Pharaoh as much emotional pain as I can. Therefore, I will beat you to within an inch of your life, until your soul is on the bring of the shadows themselves, and return you to him in that condition. If his healers can save you, then so be it... but once I defeat the Pharaoh for myself... I will take you once again, and turn you into my permanant slave."

Jenna was too terrified to say anything to this. And for the next two hours, he gleefully, beat and ravaged her repeatedly, slamming her into walls, kicking her and letting his spirits torment her for themselves until she was lying on the ground, motionless except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest.

Bakura smirked as he checked her over for himself, and nodded satisfied. "That should do. Let's get you back to the Pharaoh, my dear," he said, wrapping her naked form in a sheet and scooping her up.

Okay!! It's chapter twelve!! I've RETURNED!!!! Please R&R everyone!!!!