Marik watched as the dark haired teen seemed to shrink in his presence and it gave him a feeling of even more power. He didn't know this girl but he had already conquered her by keeping her here.
Helena felt afraid and Marik knew it, it shown in her eyes. Her bluish-gray orbs shown a mixture of emotions ranging from fear, anger, and confusion. She didn't know who this man as, she didn't know what she was still doing here and not with her family. Marik knew that she wouldn't lash out at him though.
"I see Nadia has brought you breakfast," Marik stated "she doesn't speak English very well though so unfortunately, you can't communicate with her. The only one you may talk to is myself."
Helena could only nod and she watched as the man who was referred to as "Master Marik" last night walked toward her and she was frozen in place. Despite having taken a drink only moments before he walked in, her mouth felt like cotton.
Marik's gold jewelry clinked together as he walked toward her and within a few steps he was beside Helena's bed and looked down at her wide eyes as she stared at his looming figure.
Thoughts raced through her mind, "what did he want? Is he going to hurt me?"
Marik smirked down at her and snatched her arms and tugging them upwards, causing Helena to be jerked off the bed and to stand up in front of Marik. She only came up to Marik's neck and being short didn't help her, it made her feel weak, and gave Marik more feelings of power.
"Do you know who I am?" Marik asked in a bland tone.
Helena had to work up the courage to find words to speak, "No, but they said your name was Marik."
Helena immediately knew she had said the wrong thing because a flash of anger shown in Marik's purple eyes and he pushed her back down on the bed with extreme force.
"Master Marik to you!" snarled Marik.
"I..I…I'm sorry," she whispered, trembling under the intense glare of the blond man.
Marik removed a gold rod from his cloak and showed it to Helena. "This is a Millennium Item, more precisely; the Millennium Rod." Helena stared at sharp looking golden rod with an eye and wing like projections coming the eye.
Marik removed the blade that was concealed at the bottom of the Millennium Rod and twistedly smiled at it and her, before leaning over Helena as she laid on her bed and pressed the sharp blade against her pale neck.
Marik looked in her wide, terrified eyes and it filled him with pleasure, he moved the blade across her neck leaving a red line that within seconds housed tiny red beads that fell from the wound. Helena whimpered in the process and Marik smirked at her. She knew that it wasn't a life-threatening cut but it still hurt.
"It's not deep, so you'll live", Marik scoffed at Helena, "that's the least I can do with the Millennium Rod, I can take control of people, knock them out, send them to the Shadow Realm, look inside their pasts. I can kill anybody with ease." Marik added emphasis on the last part and it scared Helena.
Marik looked at Helena's pale neck and noticed the dripping blood. He held Helena down with the strength and weight of his body and got on top of her. He brought his face down to her neck and sucked at her to taste her blood. Helena didn't move in fear of the man hovering over her. Marik raised his head from her neck and made eye contact with the girl trembling underneath him. He loved it. He flashed his devilish grin at her.
"I've been known to do much worse to people," Marik whispered in her ear "and since you have no purpose to me in Battle City, you just get to remain here until I find a purpose for you."
Helena eyes began to water again and she thought to herself about how much she was a crybaby and about Battle City. She wasn't a duelist but she had heard everyone in her high school talking about how they wanted to enter the tournament. She hadn't cared for it though.
Marik got off of Helena and started to exit the room, he looked back at her and saw she didn't move but tears were silently cascading down her face. A sight he relished at. He had started the process of breaking her. He smirked and continued to walk out of her room.
As he left he slammed the heavy door shut and proceeded to relock it. As he was walking from his captive's room, he came across a burly dark skinned man with a tattoo of hieroglyphics on his face.
"Odion!" Marik screeched, "Do not go into that girl's room at all!"
"What girl Master Marik?" Odion replied with curiosity in his voice.
Marik didn't answer and continued to walk further down the corridor of rooms. After Marik was out of sight curiosity got the best of Odion and he walked up to the room that supposedly house a girl. There was a small peephole on the door to be used to spy on whomever was in the room and Odion proceeded to look through it, only to be met with the sight of a black-haired teenager and her crumpled black dress not moving on the bed.
Odion sighed and walked away from the room's door to continue on with his assignments of the day.