Chapter Four: Meines Wenig
IV.
Dark.
Voidless.
Barren.
Lifeless.
Prison.
Empty.
Darker than black.
Everything was lifeless.
The void of numbness was everlasting, nothingness rusting away into the canvas.
Shrouded in the nothingness.
Bare.
Open.
Do you love anyone?
I don't know.
Do you love anyone at all?
I don't know…
Do you love your brother?
I…I do…I mean it, I do…
Do you love me?
W-What did you say?
You heard me. Do you love me?
I…I…don't know…
Do you love me?
I don't know. I-just don't know…
You love the Pharaoh, don't you?
I…
You love your brother, don't you?
I…yes.
Then how come you won't answer me?
I don't know. Why are you asking these questions? Why?!
You're mine, Serenity. You only have me now.
No. That can't be it.
But it's true.
How?
I'm right here. You need me for survival.
What?
You don't want to die, do you?
No, I don't.
Then, I'm right here. I'm right here.
Where are you? Where are you?
Open your eyes, my dear.
And she did.
Her eyelids felt heavy and weary, but she managed to open her eyes in order to see her surroundings. Blurry vision ascended before it faded away completely. Her body felt numb to her, but her senses were surprisingly at large. She instinctively wanted to rub her eyes – only to find her arms unable to move.
She tugged at her arms, feeling metal restraints at her skin, and she looked up to find her wrists bound to a steel wall by golden metal cuffs. She felt her skin turn into the shade of pale white in shock and horror, and she tugged frantically. The chains rattled and they held her firmly in place. She couldn't pull anymore. She hung her head in exhaustion, only to find herself bare of any clothes, her skin stained with blood.
Her friends' blood….
Their blood...
She uttered a small scream before curling away in a rush of heat flowing to her face, her flesh finding contact with the steel wall. She winced at the cold sting, responding to the stimulus regarding her nudity. Where am I? A-Am I still alive?
"Very much alive, Serenity."
Her head shot up at the voice. Hazel eyes roved from left to right to find the source of the demon's music. She knew it quite well.
Tanned skin, sun-kissed by Helios, and red-violet eyes came in contact with her hazel eyes. A tall man with spiky blonde hair that flared in all directions and a cruel smirk painted his face. Serenity's breath hitched in her raw throat when pale hazel fell into lethal burgundy.
As if he had stepped out the darkness, the one with obsidian night slunk from his hiding space and towered over her, his serpentine cape encircling her. His presence immediately struck trepidation into her heart and soul.
"Little Serenity, I haven't seen your pretty face for quite a while. You fell right into my arms the minute you saw me. And look, you're all tied up, just to prove your newborn loyalty to me. I'm honored." Marik's smile deepened.
Realization hit her that she was naked in front of him, and she pulled her legs from underneath in an attempt to sit on her backside, using her legs as a shield to cover her breasts. Shame grew inside her, her face turning hot amidst her nakedness.
"Ashamed, are you? Don't worry, little Serenity, I'm not going to hurt you. Haven't you realized that you're safe with me?" He kneeled down to her level, with heavy-lidded eyes roving over her form, his tongue making its wet pathway on his lips in residual hunger.
"You wanted to get away from society, didn't you?"
Serenity buried her face in her kneecaps to avoid the seemingly rhetorical question.
"You know you wanted to, my dear. You know you did."
She shivered under the tone of his voice, her arms shaking and weary. "I…I don't know what you mean by that, Marik…"
"If you thought you had a place in this world, your friends would have brought you down to your knees. They would feel threatened that their place was taken, their authority crushed by your existence. If they saw you with more confidence, your friends would destroy you."
Serenity took in the information Marik told her, and anger surged inside. They would never destroy her; they were her friends. They would never….
"They would NEVER!!!" She shouted, momentarily forgetting that she was in chains as she leaned in his direction, but she cried out when her arms were painfully restrained by the cruel metal. Wincing, she bit her lip and pulled away.
Marik smirked in satisfaction, pleased upon seeing his Serenity vulnerable and weak. "You think they wouldn't stab you in the back, do you? That's where you're wrong, Serenity. Everyone has a dark side, especially when it is based by certain circumstances. Feelings would clash with conscience, but in the end, no one would win. Jealousy, hatred, ambivalence, and affection: these would transform a simple being into someone else even they wouldn't recognize."
Serenity quivered under his gaze. What if he was right? Everyone had darkness? Everyone? Even the ones who seemed so pure? Would her friends disregard her as a companion if she got in the way? Would they have left her in her own darkness if that was the case?
"You-You're trying to say that th-they…my friends…they would have killed me if I provoked them…right?"
"How perceptive, my dear. You're smarter than I thought."
Serenity let a deep breath pass her lips. "They would do that, would they?"
"They would see you as worthless when you at least expect it."
"Would they?"
"Yes, my dear Serenity."
Serenity closed her eyes momentarily before Marik went beside her, and snaked a long arm around her naked waist, pulling her slightly. She shivered in his grasp, both disgusted at his devious attempt to comfort her and at her own wish for heat for her otherwise nude state.
Marik took notice of her battle of conscience, and he decided to use her weakened state for his own enjoyment. 'This should be fun…' His fingers spaced themselves, feeling her soft skin beneath his own senses and taking delight in hearing her short intake of breath at that moment.
He senses that she yearned for his touch in a place such as that, his body heat would surely warm her freezing lithe form as easily as the sun's rays would blanket a frozen river. His fingers then curled to let the tips of the appendages stroke the skin in slight hesitation, but he extended downward to caress from her hip to her thigh.
Serenity was frozen in his touch, her mouth dry and her flesh tingling from his caress. Deep inside herself, she knew that this was wrong. He was trying to seduce her, and it was cruel. He was the enemy, and he killed her brother and her friends, so why would she submit to him?
She would be betraying Joey.
She would be betraying Yugi.
She would be betraying his dear friends.
She didn't want to submit to Marik, she didn't! But why was she feeling so….what was the feeling?
Heart rushed through her.
She felt her face grow hot.
She felt…other things too.
Was it possible that she was aroused by his actions?
Yes, it was.
She couldn't deny what she felt inside and out, and if she provoked Marik, she had another thing coming with him. Unfortunately he placed her in a bind she wouldn't run away from so easily, so she wouldn't reject him. She was truly in his grasp, as he truly was the Darkness.
"Serenity….your flesh is so lovely, a sight to behold. You shouldn't feel ashamed, my dear, you have nothing to hide. Nothing to hide from me, of course." Marik's voice was so close, almost to the point of being seductive, raising so many questions in any being's mind.
That's what scared her, of what mind distortion he was capable of. Mai fell victim to his heartless words and now she was in the abyss. Serenity shook under his touch, simultaneously aching for more and pleading for him to stop tormenting her. This was too much….
This was too much….
"Serenity….you have no one but me. Only me…." Marik set himself behind her, holding her lithe form even closer, and he leaned in so his tongue would lick the shell of her ear. He shuddered internally at the frightened whimper that left her lips; she was just urging him to continue.
Tanned hands crept onto her, leaving her shaking, and he let his fingers trace the curves of her breasts.
A sharp gasp left Serenity when she felt Marik caress her in such languid movement. It felt strange to her, yet it was so familiar at the same time. No one ever managed to touch her in any way such as this; people have seen her as an untouchable flower or anything else that was a forbidden fruit.
She was the maiden and Marik was the serpent who tempted her with his touch; the only one who openly wanted her in his possession.
She spread her legs unbeknownst to her, and her treacherous body twitched when he flicked his thumb over a coral nipple and she let her head fall back onto his shoulder subsequently. Marik smirked at her submissive nature; who knew he could toy with her so easily? Humans were always so easy to break and tear, with the tendrils of darkness willingly at their reckoning. After all, they had the power to seduce and to give in to their own darkness and oblivion.
It was that simple.
Marik buried his face in the crook of her neck as he licked her nape in time with his caresses he created with her mammary glands, aching to hear her scream his name or at least tremble. She trembled all right, but it would take more of his power to blind her of her morals so he would take her as his. He just needed to tempt her a little more; even if his lips tasted her in places she had never even dreamed of.
She had lost all feeling in her arms by then, which was replaced by a gentle numbness and heat as a result of the lust they both began to share. Her chest rose periodically, shortness of breath taking over, and her flesh was tingling with Marik's gentle yet seductive senses overriding her own. She was so caught in the upheaval of lust that she didn't feel his wandering hands leave her breasts and slink toward her nether regions. When she felt a lone finger pierce her core between her folds, she gasped and flinched, reality making way to her.
She looked around to revisualize the situation: her back was placed upon his chest, she was between his legs, and his finger pierced her.
I'm the one he wants.
His intention was apparent – he lusted for her and he wanted to be inside her. It was the human condition, of one who wasn't human. He saw her as pure and innocent, of the most beautiful of all nymphs present on the island. He saw her as if she was his alone – he was to be God and she was to serve him – in pain or pleasure.
Nothing less.
He would control her and see her as his own – a toy, a doll, and his own human being. Humans were dolls that God controlled, after all, and she was his plaything.
Nothing less than that…..
She might as well be one. Maybe that was it – maybe the beckoning would release the pain and replace with something beautiful. She should give up – he was her master and she was his possession. As long as the pain would go away with his caress and hunger, she would be ok.
Marik's hand slid between her wet folds and he found the little bundle of nerves there, his middle appendage teasing her in between. He pushed the longest one deeper amidst her slick folds, while his middle finger reached her entrance and he slowly pushed inside.
Serenity pressed her eyes shut, the invasion of her insides feeling strange to her at first, stretching and prying into her, but she took another deep breath to ease the discomfort. Marik smiled at her response; she was more vulnerable than he thought. He began kissing her neck and jaw line as his arm tightened around her waist.
The tension between them was killing him, so he had to weaken her defenses even more. "I'm here, Serenity…" He whispered huskily in her ear, pushing his finger inside of her before joining another into her. During this, his thumb found the sensitive nub, toying it with determined strokes.
"Mmm…M-Marik…" Serenity began to pant involuntarily as her hips pushed themselves onto his fingers, her body craving to feel more sensations that ultimately dispersed her conscience. The sensations began to build even more, friction developing in her very core. "Uhhh…"
She wanted to feel Marik's arms, to love the feel of his skin that held him together, but he chains the bound her to him denied that ache. Nevertheless, she indeed began to crave more of his touch, slick tendrils of black darkness.
The ache…
"Tell me, my dear Serenity, does this feel good? You tell me…" He then slid a third finger inside her wet center, stretching her once again while his left hand held her waist closely from behind.
"Yesss….yes, my master..." She whispered, her body tense and rigid in languid anticipation.
"Come for me, Serenity, my little lovely."
"Mmm…" She bit her lip hard whereas another wave of mind-numbing ecstasy went through her, feeling her orgasm nearing. She had never felt it before, and it was scary, but it was certainly rewarding. "Uhhh…"
"Come for me, little lovely." Marik felt his eyes widen as he urged her on, feeling his length stiffen with the girl riding upon his fingers. Even in the slightest bit, he knew she was about to cum.
"Yesss…Marik….Uhhh!!!!" Her arms tightening from their binds, Serenity climaxed as the waves of tainted purity coursed through her body and veins. She felt her heart pound rapidly, the world around her started spinning in front of her blackened eyes. White exploded in her very white orbs in her overwhelming pleasure. Her body slowed and shook violently before she collapsed onto the man behind her, aching to hold him tightly.
Unaware of a low growl rising from Marik's throat, Serenity rested her head on his chest, taking deep breaths to lower her heartbeat. She was drained of her energy while her uneasy breathing fell past her lips. Marik himself was pleased by what had been accomplished: it was the beginning of their unity.
It was amazing how she can be seduced by him – the pure and untainted darkness. Soon he would feel her through and through, whilst he fucked her senseless, while watching her desire to be so extremely high that she needed him to fuck her, making her his and his only.
Marik removed his fingers, licking her liquid clean, suppressing the urge to shudder in deep bliss, and his lips made their way to her neck, nipping at her alabaster skin and lapping at her shoulder. Serenity bucked suddenly, as if she was unable to keep still any longer. He growled low in his throat, pleased when the noise startled the bound girl he held in his arms, his amethyst eyes ablaze with mischief.
He saw that she had flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as a result of her first touch of reality.
Serenity pulled at the metal cuffs slightly, realizing both her arms had gone numb, loosing all feeling, and her current situation. She let Marik tempt her and seduce her into his abyss, detaching her from her own soul. Deep shame bubbled and boiled over, hot tears threatening to pour down her cheeks in sadness.
She then felt Marik shift behind her so he would kneel in front of her again, his eyes boring into hers. He leaned forward and embraced her, wrapping his arms around the girl, holding her tight. It was so uncharacteristic of him, being so gentle with her and he knew that she was aware of his sudden change of behavior too.
He kissed her neck briefly, inhaling her scent before he kissed her lips teasingly, and then pulling away.
"Look what I have here," said Marik, leaning forward until his lips brushed against Serenity's. "Speechless? You should be thanking me for showing you true reality. You should be thanking me a whole lot more now." He let a finger twirl itself with a lock of her damp hair, the rest of the nimble appendages wandering gently along her spine.
He didn't want her to move, to leave the spot where she belonged.
Her cheeks were glazed over with tears, and she looked beautiful.
Chained, bound, fucked and beautiful.
Have you no shame you whore? Those were her own self-deprecating thoughts, but she let them pass. It was her own fault; she let herself become his prey…she paid the price…
Her eyes danced restlessly before she finally spoke. "Why? Why are you doing this, Marik?"
Marik's lips twisted in a wicked fashion, chuckling in his dark voice against her skin. "Why?" He drawled, as if he was mocking her words of questioning and plead.
"Because I can…" He hissed in her ear.
Shindora no daichi ware shinishouzoku no tamashii yo
Yomi samaeyoery ware hyakkiyakou wo yuku tamashii yo
"Because I want to…" His hand caressed and grabbed gold of one of her well-shaped breasts.
Shindora no daichi ware shinishouzoku no tamashii yo
Yomi samaeyoery ware hyakkiyakou wo yuku tamashii yo
"Because I need to…" His eyes never left her torso, his slender fingers finding their target between her thighs, pressing them against her entrance.
"Serenity….you're mine…"
Shindora no daichi ware shinishouzoku no tamashii yo
Yomi samaeyoery ware hyakkiyakou wo yuku tamashii yo
IV.
A/N: Stupid, stupid, stupid! I am so so sorry! It's been a while, but I finally managed to get this updated. Yipee! When stuck on multi-chapters, like I said, music helps. Buck-Tick, Eiffel 65, Gigi D'Agostino, Utada Hikaru, Skillet, Nico, and Depeche Mode are the cure for writer's block!