Schön Chapter 12: Futatsu no Kodou to Akai Tsumi, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Chapter Twelve: Futatsu no Kodou to Akai Tsumi

In an imprisoned world, what are you searching for?

XII.

There was no such thing as love.

It didn't exist.

No.

It did not.

There was just lust.

If there was love,

It would be hollow.

Very.

VERY.

Hollow.

Just an excuse not to be alone.

Empty.

There was only emptiness.

Just emptiness.

And nothing more.

That was what Serenity was thinking when she stepped out of the shower, shivering when the cold air came to contact with her warm and wet skin. She reached for a towel from the towel rack, drying off the excess water off her body and wrapping it around herself.

She walked toward the mirror, where she wiped off the condensation from the mirror, and she took a good look at herself.

Her hair was wet, clinging to her neck and back.

There were dark purple bags under her eyes.

She felt so fatigued, so conflicted.

It was as if all of her senses were telling her to stop, don't do anymore.

Don't do anymore.

Whatever that was.

She took a look at her whole form after releasing the now damp towel, letting it fall onto the floor.

Her arms were bruised.

Small cuts decorated her fingers.

Her chest was pink, red from the hot water's effect on her.

She looked down to see that her legs were bruised also, and a long cut adorned her leg, a mark of her strength and endurance of what horror she had withstood.

She turned around to see what her back looked like in the mirror.

A jagged crimson scar was painted on her back, a burgundy line slashed down sideways.

It was a sign.

It was his mark on her.

His mark on her.

HIS mark on HER.

What was she doing here?

There was nothing tying her here…

No love.

No affection.

Nothing of safety.

Why was she here…

With him?

Of all people?

Why him?

WHY HIM?

WHY HIM?!!!

Serenity felt herself step back, her back hitting the wall behind her, and she slid down in numb despair and horror. A rush of memories came back to her at that moment, every one piercing her from the inside out, tormenting her mind at each one.

Get away from me, you pervert! Get away from me!" She shouted, her throat raw from the lack of sustenance, and she swallowed while she still resisted his advances. This only proved to excite him even more, he saw her as playing a sadistic seduction that mused fervently in his mind. Marik moved away from her, breathing heavily and the grin was still upon his face.

"Oh, how I love the feel of you…."

"Isn't it ironic, my dear? Evil triumphs over good, the dragon ensnares the beautiful princess, and the world sinks out of existence. Face it, my dear, my sweet little flower, you are no longer pure. Once you have seen me, you will never be pure again. You will be mine forever."

Of course.

This was her hell.

His creation of darkness.

Her prison.

Her agony and pleasure rolling into one.

Nirvana.

Oblivion.

It all made sense now.

Senses….

Tingling….

She was falling….

Still falling….

His hell to her.

It was too late for her.

She would never be free.

No salvation.

No end in sight.

No sight of Death to take her.

He….

The monster….

He was taking her!!!!!

She wanted him to stop.

She wanted him to vanish.

HELP!!!!

Someone, help me!!!

Joey!!

Pharaoh!!!!!

Someone help me!!!!

It's no use.

What?

You're mine now.

Forever?

FOREVER!!!

NO!

Forever and ever!!

No, no, no, NO!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, yes, yes!!!

NO!!! This can't be!!!!

Oh, yes it can, my dear.

– STOP IT!!!!

Have you no shame, you whore?!

WHORE!!!! HOW DARE YOU CALL HEAVEN!!!!!

"I told you I would see you soon Serenity, remember?" He said seductively, leaning forward to nuzzle in the crook of her neck, still holding onto her hands outward, making her arms ache in doing so. "Don't you remember when I saw you in your room before the duels began, when I held you, and every time my hands have held an inch of you, your heart leapt with joy and sung in your chest?"

She remembered…

"Right now, I'm looking for something else to occupy my time," he said, toying with his victim's reddish-brown hair, lacing it with his right hand. "Something much more enticing than anything else I've been doing here…"

Leaving the sentence to hang in the air, the hand that was playing with her hair went lower and lower until his fingers met her spine. He began stroking it in an almost erotic way, leaving only but chills to the girl's nerve endings. He then brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, and she shuddered as she felt his tongue leave its slick trail on her neck.

Serenity clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip so she would keep her composure intact. Before she knew it, Marik began to kiss her neck softly, almost playfully, his hands leaving quivers on her arms, shifting to her chest area. She whimpered at the feel, shocks running up her spine before she felt his hands under her shirt and underneath her brassiere, playing with the soft skin and teasing her nipples with his index fingers. A shocked gasp escaped her lips and he chuckled in a low voice, inhaling the smell of her hair.

"As much as I would love to finish up and rob you of your purity, I like to twist and bend my victim's sanity even more." Marik said, his lips brushing against Serenity's right ear. He stood up and ambled to the doorway.

"So, I'm going to go and complete something else: getting rid of your friends one by one and taking your brother and the pharaoh apart piece by piece, my dear." He walked out of the room, already forming new and insane ideas in his head, with a wicked grin playing on his lips. (1)

Eyes dilated and widened all at once with the recollection of that memory – she didn't wan to believe in it, she made herself believe that it was just a figment of her imagination, though his touches felt so real. It felt all so wrong, but at the same time, she found herself turning red at that reminiscence.

No.

She didn't want to believe in it.

She couldn't.

She just couldn't.

It was surreal, perhaps her mind playing tricks on her.

Maybe that was it.

But…

It was real.

Just a simple truth.

It was real.

Just as real as when they…

Her hair a crimson wave…

Begging for release…

Shaking and panicking…

Pulses growing quicker…

The white heat…

A bad desire.

The malicious voices.

Plummeting hearts…

"I….I…I remember…." She spoke finally, the words slipping out of her mouth and into his ear.

A gilded cage….

Songbird…

Upon hearing her established remembrance, his facial features twisted slightly, his eyes were tinged with the madness soon to come, and his hand achingly reached behind him so he would reach his weapon, the Millennium Rod, so convincingly held in the loop of his khaki pants.

"You remember, my dear?"

She nodded absently.

"That's good, my little Serenity." He pulled her closer to him, the hand holding his ancient weapon upon her back.

"That's very good."

He then dragged the blade along her back, awakening her and reminding her of what pain truly was.

Agony.

Terror.

Death.

More death.

Manic.

Pain.

Illusion shattering…

Blood.

Death.

Requiem….

Shattered…

His presence…

Monster…

Demon…

Death…

Agony…

It hurts!!!!

Make it stop!!!

"AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

He thrust inside her, and she screamed.

After every thrust, she cried out, the sensations of pleasure and pain unbearable and aching for release.

Not the release he wanted, but what she wanted.

Freedom.

She wanted to be free from him, but he held on too tightly.

He kept fucking her senseless, the bed beginning to move beneath her.

It was horrifying.

A nightmare.

A horrible nightmare.

It was cathartic and pure insanity.

She couldn't even breathe…

He was too caught in his ecstasy.

She was in agony.

The descent to hell was soon.

Very soon.

He couldn't stop, mumbling and uttering the language she couldn't understand in rapture.

She wanted him to stop.

But there was no stopping it.

Fire all at once.

Fire and endless pain.

Warped, whipped and tormented inside and out.

She began to rock back and forth, biting her lip until it bled, feeling it trickle down her chin but ignoring it as the memory soon concluded.

She cried out in both agony and in high rapture, arching against him, what she did not want him to see.

He saw her.

SWACK!!!

Joey….

A scream burst forth from her, a long and agonizing cry that was made from her torment and created by her inner wish for death.

A scream that made her realize that there was no one to save her from this hell.

A scream that would spell doom for her soon.

She halted her screaming when she heard three knocks on her door.

Good lord.

She shivered and hugged herself in fear, terror and feeling the cold air against her now pure and clean.

Knock.

KNOCK.

"Serenity dear, will you be out of there soon?"

Oh God.

It was him.

HIM.

"Don't tease me, my little doll. I would love to hear that scream again – you know that hearing your lovely voice in pure agony arouses me."

Oh God.

She shook all over, hugging herself even tighter, literally quaking in fear. She was disgusted and terrified by his words, praying to the heavens that he wouldn't come in and ravage her like the many times he did before.

It made her feel disgusting.

Tainted.

Dirty.

Unclean.

A dull pain set over her as she decide to move from her place and keep the door locked, twisting the lock on it so it wouldn't let him from the outside in. She squirmed away from the door and hugged the wall behind her, hate slowly filling her entire being, with disgust brimming over.

"Don't even think about coming in here, you sick pervert!" Serenity yelled.

"What?!"

"You heard me, you freak, leave me alone!!!"

From the other side of the door, Marik stepped back from the door a bit, shocked at her sudden audacity, but mostly at her defiance against him. Feeling anger boil over inside him, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his shaking fists, digging his nails into his hands until they almost bled.

"You dare defy me, little Serenity? You know very well that no one who challenges me lives to tell the tale – nobody! Now open this door!"

Inside the bathroom, Serenity quaked in residual fear but she still felt the hate for him become more alive than ever.

"NO!!!"

She heard his growl from outside and she immediately braced herself for the assault upon the door. Before she knew it, a whirlwind barrage came on the door, at first barely even putting a scratch on it, but with more force, the door began to crack.

She struggled to get herself up from the ground, the fear and hatred combing once more inside her, shivering the entire time she saw the door cracking.

At that moment, Serenity's mind started racing.

Where'?!

WHERE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING WINDOW?????!!!!

Anything, anything at all

She had to get out of there!!!

SHE HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE!!!

But it was futile. There was no window, no means of escape.

She was doomed, doomed to this life of degrading servitude that she had gotten herself into.

She had resigned herself to her fate the first time she let Marik *gulp* screw her.

Screw her.

Fuck her senseless.

And she had enjoyed it.

She enjoyed every sadistic, tortuous, masochistic moment of it.

It sickened her how much she enjoyed it.

She was sick.

She needed help.

But from where?

Who would help her?

No one, that's who.

Serenity could literally feel her resolve slipping from her fingertips. She was falling, failing, flailing, falling again.

She had no reason to run.

She had nowhere to go.

She had no one eager awaiting her return.

She had no one.

The door cracked and in flew a dark-skinned hand, startling her, earning a cry from her lips. The hand reached and grabbed the door knob, twisted it and slammed the door open. Marik slunk the door open, slipping his hand from the hole he made and stormed over to the shaking Serenity, anger mixed with the growing arousal for her.

"You're mine, little Serenity, DON'T EVER FORGET THAT!!!!!" Marik bellowed as he forcefully grabbed Serenity's wrist, pulled her over to him, and then roughly pushed her against the wall, earning a cry from her and her futile attempts to push him away. She almost screamed at him as she tried again and again to push the dark creature away from her, the creature no longer human.

And neither was she anymore.

"Get away! Get away, you sick freak!!!! Get away, leave me ALONE!!! GET AWAY!!!" Serenity cried out as she tried to push him away from her endlessly before he pinned her wrists against the wall, his arms making her feel more trapped than ever more.

Marik then pushed his lips on hers, pushing himself on her, moving a little so he would make her feel his hips ground on hers, releasing her lips from his so he would let his long tongue snake upon her face and neck, ghosting his sharp teeth over her skin, almost breaking it and allowing a small trail of blood mark her cheek.

"Oblivion will come very soon."

She shuddered and winced in pain when she felt his fangs upon her skin, and she shut her eyes tightly when she felt him kiss her delicately at first but then gradually become fierce until the point to where her lips bled.

Her small gasps were so inviting to him, but he knew that she couldn't help it. That was part of her nature, and he didn't to change any part of her that was beautiful.

She didn't want any part of his twisted fantasy.

No.

She.

Did.

Not.

One.

Bit.

He kissed her again, licking the blood off her chin and mouth, shuddering audibly as he tasted her once more. One of his hands traveled down to her stomach and then to her lower region, where a lithe finger stroked a certain pressure point that made her cry out, writhing in his grasp.

She quavered in this unbearable and beautiful agony that crashed on her as she knew it.

It was beautiful.

But it was unbearable.

She was deflowered by the beast as she knew it.

But she couldn't take it anymore.

Not anymore.

"No!!!"

Terror was a building crescendo for her and rage came crashing down there first.

She gathered her strength to push him away from her, his hands coming apart from her like machinery breaking down.

"No!!!!!" She yelled more forcefully.

He held a flabbergasted look on his face before what she just did to him set in his mind; his shock expression turning into growing rage. He yelled out as he moved toward her, but she pushed him once more, and the shove proved to more powerful than she (nor he) expected.

The water that was left on the floor made him slip, losing his balance, falling backward until his head hit the sink.

A sickening noise fell in the air.

A condemning crack.

He flipped over and fell onto the ground.

It happened just like that.

He didn't move an inch.

Not one inch.

Serenity breathed deep and released a shuddering breath.

His eyes.

Oh God His Eyes.

His eyes had rolled up, the whites of his eyes akin to egg whites.

Oh God.

She suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

Even when she saw a little pool of blood form from under his head, dying the white floor red.

She covered her mouth as nausea overcame her; she rushed over to the toilet and then wretched her guts out, as if she was trying to get rid of what had just occurred. When she was finished, her nose was dripping with mucus, her auburn bangs clinging to her perspiration-marred forehead, the back of her throat feeling extremely acidic. She spit some saliva out of her mouth, trying in vain to get the bile out of her mouth.

She put her warm head near the coolness of the porcelain bowl, her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

What had she done?

What had she created?

What had she done?

What had she created?

What had she done?

With great trepidation and uneasiness, Serenity looked over to the supine body of Marik a few feet away from and she almost felt like throwing up again, but thankfully the feeling subsided.

She took a deep breath once again, wiped any dripping from her mouth, and stood up. She carefully walked to the open entrance, narrowly avoiding Marik when she was a foot away, and when she knew that she was in the bedroom, she saw the clothes that he had laid out for her.

There was a dark red dress, almost burgundy in its shading, with long sleeves and a bow-like apparatus that was woven into the front of the chest area. It went just past her knees, and looked just about as soft as satin, if not cashmere.

Knowing that she didn't want to run around nude for the rest of her time here, she took the dress and held it above her before putting it on. The material felt nice and warm, a relief against her cold skin. Her hair was still damp, wavy even, but getting rid of the blood was more important.

She hurriedly walked towards the door, and after opening it, she had only one thing on her mind.

Run.

And she did.

There were two beats and red sins…

XII.

A/N: Phew! I told you I'd be back. This was a pretty heavy chapter when you think about it. A lot happens here, and I placed stuff from previous chapters here for emphasis on the torment Marik gave Serenity, and I didn't want her to be spineless for long. And the fact that watching too many Marik and Serenity videos really threw fuel into the fire. I still have a lot planned here, so don't miss it. Sorry with a late update – I had some priorities that needed to be taken care of and my mother isn't well, so my sister and I have been taking care of her. I apologize for the delay. And there is the fact that I've been writing a lot of Tsubasa drabbles, with more to come, and plenty for this story and my other story that you know and love. Read and review!

Soundtrack:

"Umineko no Naku Koro Ni" Akiko Shikata

"VII" Akiko Shikata

"I'm Still Dancing" Minuit

"Katayoku no Tori (Male Version)" Akiko Shikata

"Blood on the Motorway" DJ Shadows