"Are you truly loyal to me?" you asked.

Please stop making me answer this, "Yes."

"Even if you could have Anzu or Yuugi, you'd choose me?"

"Yes, I don't want anything to do with them, being with them now would kill me."

"So are you loyal to me because you want to be or because you haven't found anyone else?" your voice was getting harsher and more insistent, demanding an answer.

"I don't know what you mean!"

"Do you fucking want me or them!" you shook me violently.

"Wh-what?" I stammered out.

"Do you want me? Answer me!" you yelled.

"I... I can't..." I said, my voice was timid and small.

"Wrong answer!" you ripped open my shirt with one hard pull, "I don't give a fuck what you want, your mine. Tell me now!" you ordered. You grabbed my crotch. I moaned.

"Please, I-I can't!" I screamed.

You gave me one of the hardest smacks I'd ever received.

"I will destroy you inside and out if you don't answer me right now!" you yelled.

"Please, Kairi, I can't answer!" I yelled.

You stopped suddenly. Glaring down at me, it took me a moment to realize why. My eyes widened, I had called you by your name. I had spoken to as I would a subordinate. That wasn't going to be forgiven.

You jerked down my pants and boxers without a hint of mercy in your eyes. You shoved two of your fingers in a place of my body fingers should never go.

"A-A-Ah! It hurts!" I yelled.

"Like you aren't used to it, you fucking little slut. It's not like this is virgin!" your words were so sick, they rattled my brain.

You wanted to see me cry, to to hear my screams echo off the walls again. He wanted to take over my body. You leaned in next to my ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

All that came from my lips was screams. It was the wrong answer. But really, I think that it was the answer you wanted at that point.

"Pu-Pull out! Please!" I yelled.

You did as I begged. But as soon as your fingers left me, a harder piece of demented machinery replaced them. I should have let you prepare me. I screamed louder than before.

"My pharaoh!" I screamed.

You grabbed my hair.

"Do you like it?" you asked. You watched as tears streamed down my face. You smiled.

"N-No!" I screamed, it was the wrong answer, but I'm a masochist.

"Why should I? I'm enjoying this. Stop tensing up and you'll be enjoying it too." you said.

"My pharaoh! Please! I can't! This hurts! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" I yelled, stepping far past my boundaries. It all only made you that much more determined.

"And you're just a little whore!" you seethed.

"You… STOP!" I screamed at a particularly hard thrust.

"Stop saying those negative words! They aren't yours for using anymore! It's not your place to tell me to stop!" you threw my head on the mattress. I whimpered. "Let's fucking try that again, are you enjoying this!"

I knew I was weak for giving in, but I was your slave, "Yes!"

Another sharp push, but this was against my sweet spot, I screamed and moaned.

"Louder!"

"I LIKE THIS!"

"And how do you feel about me?" you said that softly, pressing against my prostate again. I moaned.

"I'm loyal to you."

"Is that it?"

Another push against my prostate, the blood was finally serving as lubricant so all that registered was the sinful pleasure. I sobbed, "I love you." I admitted.

"Just because you can't have anyone better?" you yelled. Another sharp push.

"No, I would do anything for you!"

"Then why do you always tell me to stop?" this question didn't seem as sadistic as the others.

"Because I'm still learning and adjusting! I'm not perfect like you! I screw up, please forgive me..."

"How many times have I forgiven you, Atem? A hundred, a thousand, and what have you ever done to earn it?"

You pulled the horrible thing out of me and I lay there sobbing.

"You have done nothing for me, you always say no and you only obey as much as you have to. And you claim you love me. If this is true, show me. Beg me to take you."

I looked at you desperately for you had never given a crueler order. You want me to beg for it? The thing I have nightmares about? The very thing I fear the most? Surrendering to you is easy, I just let it happen, and sometimes I even have trouble with that. Could I truly surrender everything and beg you to take me?

You seemed to sense my scared reaction and went with a gentler approach, stroking my cheek with your knuckles, "I've done everything for you, I've been gentle and good to you and all I'm asking is that you do this little thing for me."

I'm not sure if it's considered cheating, in your sick game, but your hand cups me, I arch into your touch instinctively and you draw away, I sob. But then again there is no cheating in this game, not for you at least, because you write the rules. I look down at my own member, disgustingly erect despite it's torture. I can feel myself throbbing so hard it's hurts since you left me at the edge... and with my hands bound I do not have the means of which to relieve myself.

I look back up at you, awaiting my correspondence to your command. I closed my eyes, took a deep shaky, scared -I was always scared of this, I was always scared period, but I was comfortable with this than the thought of losing the only one I have left.

I parted my lips and let my last bit of foolish pride drip out with my words, "Pharaoh, please, -touch me, t-take me. I-I want you to. Please, please, my pharaoh! I'll do whatever you want! Take me! Just take me already! Please just love-"

I'm silenced by your lips roughly mashing into mine, hard enough so that they grated against my teeth and the coppery taste of my blood filled both of our mouths. Disgusting me, turning you on. I hated and feared you, but I loved you also. Part of me had always fought, the small pointless part of me that sounded a lot like Yuugi, and I knew by surrendering this way I was severing the last of my ties with him and many others, and that you would be rougher than ever with me now that you had my permission. But I couldn't bring myself to care, I couldn't bring myself to think..

I thought I was broken before... It's funny, you never really know how far you can bend until your truly shattered. The world around me was dulled and blurred, the only color that registered was the red of blood and your own pale blue eyes, everything else was in gray. I could hear nothing also, as my mind sunk deeper and deeper inside itself, inside the void.

You smirked above me, you lips moved but I heard nothing, you touched my face, but I couldn't feel it. You strapped on a dildo and positioned yourself between my legs, I couldn't move them anymore. Though I could not control them you had no problem posing them yourself. You spread them out and bent them at the knee, wrapping them around your waist. You looked down at me, your mouth opened and even though I heard nothing I could still tell what was being said.

"You're beautiful."

I offered no reaction, just staring blankly at nothing in particular. You gave me one last tender smile and wrapped you hand around my member. You lips moved, this was the last thing I ever heard.

"I love you too, my beautiful Atem."

You rocked in, I could feel my face contort into a scream, but I couldn't feel the pain that caused it nor the sound it created.

You smile above me, you face contorted in gray with sadistic pleasure.

Memories shot over my eyes, I saw myself on the couch with Yuugi, defeating Mariku for the last time, I saw all my victories, all the sweet little moments with my loved ones I had taken for granted not so long ago.

I saw my court in ancient Egypt, priests bowing before me. A young guard with frozen blue eyes pass me in the hallway that I always took for granted.

I always took all I had for granted, even the defense mechanism of insanity I took for granted and look where it got me. I was ripped away from the people I loved the most, the person who had vowed to protect me was above me slipping in me again and again. This is what I had to show for my life, and I got to live it twice. My heart had been weighed against a feather, and now, it was yours to tear out and eat.

I could feel my own back arching, trying to ease the pain that coursed inside me no doubt, or out of pleasure... what was the difference? Faintly, I saw the blood that pooled between my legs, the dried mixing with fresh from where I've been torn. No doubt all be limping tomorrow... if there is a tomorrow. You hand wraps around me tighter and I can feel the warmth pool in my stomach, I didn't bother trying to hold back. There was no point, there was no point to anything. To freedom or sanity, to health and home, the world was pointless. I felt myself scream and saw myself release on your hands and my stomach, I closed my eyes. You pulled out and threw my legs together again just to make me yelp. You kissed my face, I felt it only just, I opened my eyes and saw the eye of Horus on the millennium puzzle on your neck glowing, undoubtedly the source of this strange reality of gray, but I didn't care. The puzzle wasn't mine to worry about anymore.

I could move my legs again, but it hurt too much to try, you pulled me in your arms, telling me that come tomorrow I wouldn't remember I ever was pharaoh, that I ever had friends, I realized this when I let go my pride. But I didn't care, I had you. The one I would never forget.

I fell into a hard sleep that night, in your arms, knowing I would forget everything the fallowing morn.

But knowing that I would never forget you for making me insane, and loving you for it.

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