Chapter Two: Das Behaupten der Schneewittchens

II.

I feel dizzy…

My body, right now, is my deepest and bitterest rival. It won't move, won't even budge. Eyes are heavy lidded, my mind is full of questions, and I need answers. I'm just starting at nothing. Staring at open eyes, dead eyes, lifeless eyes, vibrant eyes, and eyes coalesced in want/need. All eyes! Just staring at me. Judging me, looking down at me, and filled to the brim with all feeling.

Stop staring at me.

I said stop it!

Stop looking at me!!!!!

Damn it!! Why…why am I feeling this way? I can't feel anything. Everything's gone numb. The nerves have shut down everywhere, to the point where I can't feel a thing. I can't even speak. The vocal cords in my throat feel as if they've deteriorated.

Joey…Joey! Where are you! It's me, Serenity! Where are you?! I can't move, a-and I don't know where I am! Joey! It's me!! Joey!!

You only have ME NOW.

Uhhh…. wh-what the-?

Who's that? Who's holding me up? I…. I can feel again…I can move. Heat and warmth surround me, feeling so nice. But, something's holding me back, someone and in somewhere. But what?

You only have ME NOW.

My heart jolted. Memories united and flashed into my mind now. I'm dreaming, but I don't know if I'm dreaming or if it's just a nightmare. But it's real. Far from real. I remember everything. Ear-splitting roars, blood split from the Egyptian Gods, so much screaming and the world stained black.

Marik…. that…. that monster…. that bastard!!!!

Let go of me!!!

LET GO!!!!

He's not responding. He's right behind me, holding me in his embrace, tight like a rattlesnake to a little mouse, unable to set me free. I'm in his abyss. His abyss is everything bad, this bad-abyss will swallows me whole again if I won't do anything. If I won't say anything.

Wha-What's poking at me? From behind?

Uh-oh dear god.

LET ME GO NOW!!!!!

His hand. Almost on command, he grabbed one of my breasts and he's making my chest bare. Why…do I feel warm all of the sudden? It feels wrong, but it feels so good.

I see. I see what's happening now. He wants me to feel safe with him, the monster, he wants me to love being in his presence. Marik would do anything to force me into his partnership, won't he? He would stroke me, kiss me, and bleed me dry, just so I would say that I would love him. Just so I could trust him.

Why me?

Why now?

Why did the others have to suffer because of this? Mai did nothing wrong, Ryou wouldn't hurt a fly and Yugi…. he wouldn't harm anyone. He's too sweet to do that. He's too kind. And now…he's….

This can't be true!! This must be a dream, it must be a dream! It has to! Joey's not dead! No one is dead! They have to be alive!!! They have to!!!! I'll wait if I have to!!!!

You only have ME NOW.

I'm waiting….and waiting….and waiting…..and waiting.

No.

No one's coming. No one's coming now.

But, where are you, Joey? Are you dead too? Did Marik kill you too? Just like the others?

Téa?

Mai?

Ryou?

Yugi?

Tristan?

Duke?

Kaiba?

Ishizu?

Mokuba?

Where have you gone? Are you lost? You must be looking for me. You have to be. How come I can't hear you? I can't feel your heartbeat.

Marik…. his black heart is beating against my back, the reverberations of his pulse right through me. His heart is thick with the blood he drank, and it's coursing through me, coursing through his veins.

Marik holds me closer to his body, hi empty husk, longing to feel something within me. The blood, he's sharing it with me right now. I can feel it.

I'm corrupted. What am I doing? Why can't I run? I need to pull myself together. He can't keep me in his arms forever.

Wh-What's he doing? M-my clothes, they're coming off by his command. The last shreds of my shirt…are-are falling to the floor. What's he doing? Wh-What am I saying?!

Don't you get it, Serenity? He's undressing you!! Are you that dense? Are y-

Oh…his fingertips…he…he's touching me…. I don't know what sensation I'm…f-feeling now…Aahhh…This feeling…. glassy eyes…dizzy…Marik…. d-don't touch me…I…don't want you to do this…you're…you're the enemy…but…at least kiss me…before…

All of this. This tournament, the duels, everything. It's all a blur now. All of this, it came up at this very moment, the victory of one duelist, one of darkness of which he stood for. I get it now. Marik won, and everyone's dead.

He killed them.

He killed, Yugi, Téa, Joey, Ryou, Mai, Ishizu, Kaiba, Duke, and Tristan, even Mokuba.

I'm the only one left. Why didn't he kill me?

Why couldn't he just finish me off? I don't want to even be near him, and yet, I yearn for these touches. Cloying and ravenous. He wants me…and…I want him.

He thinks he's God.

I'm his broken doll.

A broken doll, he thinks of me as his plaything, resting and sleeping, but one who comes to him and worship him, body and soul. I'll die if I don't love him. He wants to claim me, to become one with me. To place me in the good-abyss, his idea of pleasure. His good-abyss is full of screaming in lust and pleasure. The bad-abyss is nothing. It's... nothing.

This is it. This is my punishment for waking up, for opening my eyes ever since my eyes were fixed. Marik won the tournament, and now we have to wait. We have to wait for the claiming…the claiming of sleeping beauty.

II.