"Aibou, I need to tell you something"

Yami was whispering into Yuugi's ear; they had all been brought out of the room after several hours, and now were sitting in a line along the wall of a long corridor, right beside a set of double doors. They were all alone for the first time that day, though the commotion on the other side of the doors indicated a great number of people were close by, which discouraged them from attempting any kind of escape.

Yami and Yuugi were seated closely, a short distance from the others, attempting to get as much privacy as they could. The others apparently had understood this, they seemed to be pointedly paying as little attention as they could to the two boys huddled together.

"I don't know exactly what's going to happen in that room, but I have a feeling things will never be the same after it. So with the little time I have, I need to tell you something important."

Yuugi said nothing, merely staring into Yami's eyes. Yami moved his face closer to Yuugi's, they were now no more than five inches apart.

"I never told you the real reason why I stayed after the Battle, I said I couldn't leave, but I never said why. I wanted to tell you in my own time, when we could just take as long as we liked, but it looks like these few minutes are going to be all the time we're getting. So I'm going to just come out and say it, as plainly as I can."

Yami leaned ever closer to Yuugi's face, his heart beating wildly.

"I stayed because of you. I stayed because I couldn't accept the idea of leaving, through my own choice, and never seeing your face, never hearing your voice, ever again. I gave up the chance to return to my family, my people, in the Afterlife, because I wanted to spent one more lifetime in this world, and to spend it with you."

Yuugi's eyes lit up, his mouth curved into a gloriously warm smile, and he slid his hands into Yami's, who took this joyful reaction as the sign he'd been hoping for, the sign that Yuugi mirrored his feelings exactly.

"I think you already know what I'm about to say, don't you?"

Yami grinned at Yuugi, whose own smile grew even wider.

Simultaneously, they both whispered the same three words, the three words they had denied themselves the pleasure of uttering for so many months, long before the Ceremonial Battle.

"I love you"

Yami closed the small gap between their faces, and lightly pressed his lips to Yuugi's. To his immense satisfaction, he felt his Aibou respond swiftly, kissing him back. The kiss was simple, even chaste, but the emotions that flowed through it were what mattered; the deep, tongue laden kisses could come another, more appropriate, time.

They lingered, savouring the feel of their lips pressed against one another, their hands interlocked tightly. After a few moments, they reluctantly broke away, and Yami leaned back, the knowledge of their grim situation pushed to the side for now, replaced only with bliss, as he looked into his Aibou's beautiful eyes. Their gazes locked together, exchanging a myriad of feelings with each other, with their hands still joined, never wishing to let go.

"Wonderful display"

They were both sharply dragged from their moment, as they spun their heads around to see the source of the voice. Higuchi stood in front of the doors, his eyes fixed on the two of them, and an unpleasant leer on his face. He smirked as he took a step down the hall, towards them.

"I'm glad to see you've already started practice, though you'll have to be far more lewd than that in your actual work."

Jounouchi scrambled to his feet, his expression furious, just as Higuchi's two thugs came through the double doors. Before he could launch himself at Higuchi, he was grabbed and flung back down by the pair. Malik, Bakura and Otogi had all made similar moves at getting up to attack Higuchi, but ceased their own attempts, dropping back against the wall dejectedly.

"It's good to know that you're all quite energetic, because I suspect this ought to be quite tiring for you. We're ready to begin."

Yami seethed silently, wishing for nothing more than to strike down the man before him, not only for his abduction and treatment of them all, but for dismissing the perfect moment with his Aibou so condescendingly. Had he not still been gripping Yuugi's hands, he would likely have risen and thrown himself at Higuchi, thugs or not.

"I'm disappointed however; I thought you'd learnt manners by now. Seems we'll need to work on you more after all."

He leaned down, close to Jounouchi.

"If you ever make something even remotely resembling a threatening move towards me again, I'll have your legs broken, understood?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stood up straight again.

"We're ready for you now, so on your feet, now"

The group of thugs returned through the double doors, once again seizing the captives roughly and, regardless of whether they were fully standing, dragging them along, through the doors.

The room beyond was unlike anything they'd seen yet. At first they appeared to be in another corridor, but they quickly realised the walls alongside them were only wooden barriers, shielding the rest of the room from view. However, they could see that the ceiling was far, far above and in the limited view of the area behind the barriers they had above them, they were unable to see the walls; the room was cavernous.

They were led briskly along, between the barriers, which stood around the height of the rooms they had been in prior to this one, their destination being a small staircase at the end. Yami could hear voices on one side of the barrier, it sounded like a small crowd at least. What exactly was going to happen?

Yami had concluded (with a great deal of skin crawling as a result) prior to this that Higuchi was moving things to the next level in this event, but hadn't expected a crowd, he must have been wrong in his deduction.

Being given little time to ponder this, he found himself pulled up the short staircase, apparently onto some kind of wooden stage. Both sides were hidden by curtains, and the other end was another wooden wall, with a door in the centre. A chorus of murmurs could be heard behind the curtain to their left; they had an audience.

"I'm sure you'd love the opportunity to prove your obedience, but right now, I can't take any risks that you'll misbehave, you understand? So I'm taking some precautions"

Higuchi made a sweeping motion with his hand, indicating towards the curtain on their right.

"Be quick. And no noise"

He was apparently speaking to his thugs, because the group were immediately dragged along, behind the curtain. What lay beyond froze Yami's blood.

The curtain hid the back of the stage, which ended with another wall a short way in, and in the small area, was a row of a dozen tall, metal poles. Each pole was at least seven feet tall, and at various intervals down along their length, there were half loops, set into the pole itself. Eight of the poles had been prepared for them.

At intervals that looked to be tailored to each of their individual heights, hung heavy chains, ending in shackles, with similar chains at the bottom of each. Before they had even a moment to process this chilling sight, they were pulled over to their respective pole.

Each of the boys attempted to resist, but they were outnumbered, two to one, and their captors were far larger. Despite their desperate struggles, they found themselves quickly pressed against the cold metal, feeling the grim snap of the shackles around their wrists and ankles. The horror did not end there. Eight of the men each took a small object from a box at one end of the stage, before walking up to each of the captives. As the man in front of him raised the small object above Yami's head, he realised what it was; a ball gag. His arms hanging hopelessly above him, his feet useless in the chains, he could do nothing as he felt the strap come down over his head, and the ball shoved roughly into his mouth.

The man seemed to now be undoing different parts of the robe Yami was wearing; it appeared the robe was designed to come apart without the arms moving. Realising his all too brief period of being clothed again was over, Yami simply hung his head, resigned to this further humiliation. The robe was removed, leaving him naked once again, more vulnerable now then he had ever felt in his whole life. Even the times from the first night in this place were better, he had been curled up on the floor then, and at least when he was stripped the first time, he had not been chained up.

But now he found himself displayed like an object, stretched out, standing, with no way to move, and not even a way to speak. He was open, naked in more ways than one. Anything could happen to him in this state, and he would be powerless to stop it. A far more disturbing thought quickly arrived; he would also be unable to protect any of the others, only stand by and watch.

The curtain shifted slightly, and Higuchi appeared, looking around at them all briefly, before turning to the men.

"All set?"

Receiving a confirming nod from the men, he vanished again. Yami heard a faint winding sound; he guessed the curtain on the other side of the stage was being lifted. The low whispers of the crowd ceased immediately.

"Good evening, everyone, sorry for the delay, but I assure you, it's worth it tonight. Now, most of you have been attending these events for many years now, so I'm sure you think you've seen it all by now, and are just hear for the fun. Well, I'm pleased to inform you that we've got the collection to shatter any expectations of yours. This really is one for the ages, trust me."

A powerful mix of emotions pulsed through Yami's mind upon hearing him address the audience, they would be displayed like some kind of art collection? Rage, anger and hate coursed through his veins, but outweighing them all was fear. Not for himself, but for the others.

"Should there be any weak hearts in the audience, the men will be standing by with a defibrillator"

A low chuckle ran through the crowd, Yami could nearly feel Higuchi's smirk at his own joke through the curtain.

"Well, there's no point in delaying you all further, so let's get on with the show, shall we? Curtain number two, please."

In the instant he had, Yami attempted to catch his Aibou's eye, to reassure him in any way he could, but Yuugi had shut his eyes tightly, directing his face towards the floor. Quickly looking over the others, he saw they had all done the same, except for one; Bakura. Violet stared into brown for a split second, reflecting the same emotion, terror. Then the curtain had lifted, and their only barrier against this horror was gone.

No fewer than thirty pairs of eyes were fixed on them. In front of the stage, in several rows of chairs, were seated a large group of men. The youngest no older than thirty, the oldest not a day under sixty, and between them all, not a single one was dressed anything less than immaculately; these men were most certainly all wealthy.

The stage, it seemed, was situated in the centre of a huge room, most likely a warehouse of some sort.

Yami wished he could shut his eyes, to block out the sight of the men staring up and down his exposed body, but he simply couldn't leave himself in the dark and not know what was going on.

The eyes in the crowd were wide, their owners apparently speechless; Higuchi had clearly gotten his desired reaction.

"Quite a collection, don't you think? Though they're being a bit shy at the moment, let's see them better"

These words appeared to be a cue for the thugs standing along the edges of the stage, for eight of them crossed over, behind each of the boys, and seized them by the head, before pulling them back roughly, preventing them from hiding their faces in their chests. Yami had not attempted to hide, but he nonetheless found himself treated the same, a pair of strong hands closed over the sides of his head, and pulled back until he was pinned against the pole.

"Everyone has a good look at them? Now, as always, these is as far as most of you will get to them, at least for the moment, but now we can determine the lucky eight who will get to be first."

He moved over, standing in front of Bakura and Ryou, who were at the right end of the group.

"Now, as you can see, we have twins here. However, tonight, it'll be restricted to one each, just to be fair. But in the future, you may book both, just to clear that up, since twins are a rarity."

He walked along the row, as though he were merely exhibiting products in an infomercial.

"So here we have what is quite simply a perfect group, all potentially yours for the taking, so I hope to see eight wallets considerably lighter after tonight. Let's start the bidding"

Bidding? Bidding? Yami could not believe it. Bidding?

He had never been totally sure of what would happen, he had had solid ideas of what might be coming, and all of them had been horrific, but none as maliciously cold and cruel as this. Everything fit together perfectly. Why they had been dressed up like this; for the benefit of their audience. Why Higuchi had expressed displeasure about this event; he wanted them to himself. And worst of all, why it had been so important they were virgins; to make money from auctioning them off to the highest bidder.

Revulsion, shame, fear, Yami felt all these feelings settling down upon him in vast waves. Disgust for the people so cruel as to do this, disgrace for his body being taken in such a vile way, and terror for the knowledge that his Aibou and friends faced the same fate.

"Moving from your left to right, as always"

He moved down to the end of the line, standing beside the first victim, Ryou.

"Let's begin"

The bids started quickly, the crowd was clearly very eager. Despite this, it was most formal, as though it were being conducted by civilized people. Yami knew this could the ultimate hypocrisy; civility could not truly exist in this situation, only beasts could stoop this low, yet the pretence went on. The bids were huge, going up by thousands every time; the audience evidently had deep pockets.

Eventually, after a number of minutes, they ceased, a winner found.

"As I said, one each, so would our winner please step up here, to wait?"

The winner, a short and fat man in his fifties, with almost no hair, arrived up on the stage, standing to the side and watching the terrified Ryou hungrily.

Higuchi stepped over, his hand indicating towards Bakura.

"Next round, begin"

The next auction went much as the first, formal, yet furious nonetheless, with bids just as huge. It's winner joined the fat man on the stage, eyeing his newly purchased prey.

The auctions continued on, next for Otogi, then Jounouchi, Mokuba and Malik. Yami had simply drowned out the endless bidding, trying not to think about anything, to keep his mind blank, but he found himself sharply torn out of this by the sound of Higuchi's footsteps ceasing right in front of him; it was his turn. He heard the bids announced, prices for his body, and for a brief moment, he wished he had gone to the afterlife, and not remained in this world. The moment passed, however, when his buyer had joined the others on the stage, and Higuchi stood in front of the reason Yami had stayed.

This would have happened to the group regardless of whether he, Yami, had gone on or not, thus the desire to have left after all, died swiftly when he looked at Yuugi, whom he had forsaken Paradise with his family for, and who would need his unyielding support and affection to survive this torture. A new desire emerged, far stronger than the previous; he would see his Aibou freed from this, no matter the cost.

The bids ended, and the auction was over.

"We have our winners, gentlemen, so please remain seated for the show"

The men in the audience all looked supremely disappointed, contrasting sharply with the abhorrent beaming faces of the eight winners. Higuchi moved back down to the end, standing beside Ryou once more.

"Now, as per normal procedure, we'll sort out the details for your excursion, with the usual three questions. Our first winner step forward please."

Yami did not want to hear these details, he did not want to hear his friend's dignity defiled with such words. He would tear his own ears off before he would willingly hear them, but perhaps simply to add to their suffering, to let them know exactly what fate they faced, they heard the questions and answers clearly.

The fat man eagerly shuffled over. Higuchi's men stood ready to carry out whatever the details were going to be. Higuchi began:

"Now, first, public or private?"

"Private, this time, I'd like to keep this bitch to myself"

"Second, gag, on or off?"

"Off, I want to see if he squeals as much like a girl as he looks"

"Third, lubricant, yes or no?"

"Yeah, for my own sake"

"Excellent"

The men moved swiftly, undoing Ryou's shackles, and pulling his arms down behind his back, before handcuffing them together. Two of them pulled him away, towards the side of the stage, where the door they had seen earlier was located. Yami saw inside briefly when they opened it, it seemed to be a sizable, purpose built room, split into a number of large cubicles. Ryou turned his head before he was shoved inside, looking back at the group. Tears ran freely from his brown eyes, his expression begging for some sort of reprieve, something to help him, but no such aid came. He disappeared from their view, the aura of despair truly setting in, now that one of their number had been taken away.

A shrill banging split the silence, metal on metal. Bakura was flailing wildly, jerking at his chains, struggling violently to be free. His face was contorted in rage, his teeth biting into his gag, and a muffled, but guttural snarl coming from his throat. Yami understood the brutal display, he wouldn't have a week ago, but he had seen their behaviour towards one another, and the reason for the thief's anger was clear by now; Ryou was Bakura's own Aibou.

Several of the thugs restrained Bakura, and despite his fury, he was not strong enough to resist them. The winner of Bakura, a tall and beefy man in his forties, looked pleased at the boy's fire.

Higuchi continued on, asking his questions.

"Public or private?"

"Public, this beast needs to be tamed where everyone can see"

"Gag, on or off?"

"Definitely off, those snarls are too good to miss"

"Lubricant, yes or no?"

"No, I won't be needing that for sure"

The man wore a broad smile on his face as Bakura was released, handcuffed and pulled, still struggling, by three of the thugs over to the front of the stage, where two were pulling a mattress over. Bakura was thrown onto it, and held down. They evidently elected to not remove his gag yet.

Higuchi moved on to Otogi, while a broad, solid looking man in his early thirties stepped closer.

"Public or private?"

"Private, not too into voyeurs"

"Gag, on or off?"

"On, there'll be enough noise already"

"Lubricant, yes or no?"

"Yes, please, gotta keep my health"

Otogi soon vanished into the other room like Ryou, driving the dwindling group further into anguish.

Jounouchi's buyer, a hulking and imposing man in his late thirties, moved forward.

"Public or private?"

"Public, couldn't hide this guy from everyone, it'd be on my conscience"

"Gag, on or off?"

"On, I'll be the one making the noise"

"Lubricant, yes or no?"

"Nope, he can take it just fine by the looks of him"

Jounouchi, like Bakura, struggled as best he could with the thugs, but found himself pinned on a second mattress a short way from the boy, despite this.

And now, it came to the lowest point.

A short, heavy man well into his fifties impatiently slid up, as Higuchi stopped beside Mokuba. The man's three answers disgusted Yami beyond all reckoning.

"Private, no way I'm sharing that pretty little thing"

"No gag, I'm definitely not going to waste such young lungs"

"Yeah, I'd better, it's going to be fucking tight enough as it is"

There was not a trace of shame on a single one of the men's faces. Higuchi, the buyer, the audience, none of them had the slightest care as the child was dragged away, crying hysterically, into the room to await his despicable fate.

Now Malik's buyer, a balding, slim man of medium height, at least forty, answered Higuchi's ugly questions.

"Private, I bought it, so I'm getting it alone"

"On, don't want to be hearing any whining"

"Yeah, prefer it nice and slick"

A new feeling dawned on Yami, as he watch Malik be jerked away, towards the doors. Malik was here because of Yami, he had only been in Domino because of him, the "Pharaoh". If it had not been for Yami staying, Malik would be at home in Egypt, with his family, not here, in this hell. Guilt washed over Yami, pushing him deeper into the darkness, even as he looked back to find Higuchi and his buyer, a tall and intimidating blonde man in his late forties, stood in front of him.

"Public, it'll be a goddamn art display for everyone to admire, with that hair and body"

"Off, I love their squeals."

"Yeah, for me only though, so I can start fast"

So much powerfully negative emotion in such a short time had taken the fight out of Yami, he didn't not bother resisting as he was freed, handcuffed and taken to a third mattress now laid out near the very front of the stage.

He simply lay there, face down, almost limp, knowing that hearing the next, and final, set of questions answered could very well break him entirely. There was nothing to prepare him for hearing what was effectively his Aibou's sentence being spoken.

"Private, too small to share"

"On, the screeching can get on my nerves while I'm working"

"Yeah, looks like a pretty tight one"

While he could perhaps be grateful he would not have to see his Aibou defiled so cruelly, the vulgar and revolting way the man spoke about Yuugi, like he was just a mere "thing", induced a silent, burning rage in Yami. On this exact moment, he swore in his mind one thing; he would get revenge for this. Not for him, but for Yuugi, Mokuba, Malik, Jounouchi, Ryou, Otogi and Bakura. These disgusting people would pay for this torture, and he would ensure it they did, whatever it took.

The men dragged a fourth object out onto the stage, a chair. Higuchi sat down, crossing his legs and sitting back, looking quite relaxed. His eyes met Yami's, and at the sight of Yami's face blazing with hatred, he merely smiled.

Five of the buyers vanished into the room, the door snapping shut behind them. The sound echoed lightly, for a moment, like a distant bell chiming, sealing their fate. Yami heard footsteps stop directly behind him. He closed his eyes, he would have some measure of dignity remain with him; he would not yield. This man "loved their squeals"? He would get none. No matter what, Yami would not a make a sound, not give him the satisfaction. If he could do this, this small act of resistance, he would know whether he could survive this ordeal.

A hand grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck, forcing his face into the mattress.

Don't make a noise.

This would be a test for his very soul. He felt a heavy weight descend over him, a hand running over his back. The hand on his neck moved up and seized hair, then jerked back his head.

He could see the audience. They were cheering.

Their veneer of civility was gone, they jeered, hollered, shouted for more. No false formality, no fake show of manners, only the beasts they really were could be seen now.

Hot breath washed over his neck, the weight on him shifted forwards, the man's face appeared in Yami's vision.

Not a sound.

A tongue ran up his cheek. Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back even further. A second hand raked it's nails down his back, before sliding over his behind.

Keep quiet.

His face was forced sideward's, and rough lips were pressed to his own, hard. A shrill screech could be heard from behind the door to his left. Ryou.

Concentrate.

A tongue ripped it's way into his mouth. The hand clenched itself around his backside. Faint, muffled cries were barely audible from his left. Malik, Otogi...his Aibou.

You can't give in.

The weight shifted once more, the tongue left his mouth, and the fingers released his hair. A zipper could be heard. Yami turned his head. Jounouchi, still gagged, was barely visible beneath his abuser. Bakura's teeth were clenched, and he made no noise, even as his predator slid his legs apart.

You are stronger than this bastard. Prove it.

Hands tightly gripped the back of his thigh, forcing them to spread.

You are stronger.

His Aibou was being raped, his friends were being violated. Hands grabbed him by the shoulders, pinning him firmly to the mattress.

You can win.

A high pitched scream rang throughout the whole warehouse, from the room. A child's echoing shriek. Mokuba's.

You can...

A voice in his ear, the man had leaned down. "Try your best to out-squeal that, won't you?"

Don't make a sound.

Don't-

It happened. He was taken with a single brutal thrust. The agony was beyond anything imaginable. The man did not hesitate for even a second; he immediately pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again, violently pounding into his entrance. Blinding, malicious pain jolted through his body every time, and he could feel blood flowing out, onto the mattress. Hot tears spilled from Yami's widened eyes, his body shuddered fiercely, his mouth opened wide, and his lungs emptied of air.

But he did not scream.

The pain wracked through him, the man slammed into him over and over, but no noise came from Yami's mouth, but heavy exhaling.

He could hear screams and cries from the others, in the room, even from Jounouchi, but he let out no cry of his own. It was all he had in the world at this instant, his silence, and he would not lose it.

He was not alone in his silence, Bakura made no noise, even as his buyer mercilessly drove into him, his teeth still clenched.

We both have an Aibou to be strong for. We won't yield.

Time marched on, the pain seemed to be endless, the man never appearing to tire, still thrusting vigorously over and over. But still Yami made no sound.

His buyer appeared to be growing angry, his pounding becoming even more violent, even desperate. He seemed to be completely hinged on whether or not his victim made a noise or not. The sadistic pleasure of hearing someone scream and shriek at his hands was being denied to him, and it was clear that this was the main reason he had come to this place tonight. Yami would not give him this; he would go home empty handed.

He could feel it inside him, the man was reaching his limit, and Yami guessed Higuchi would only permit him one try. Frantically, he dug his nails into Yami's shoulders, deep enough to draw blood. His thrusts became more and more brutal, increasing in tempo, becoming truly desperate, yearning for his victim to make a noise, to acknowledge his assault...then nothing. They stopped suddenly, and Yami felt the man climax inside of him, before withdrawing.

I win.

"Strong boy"

Yami turned his head to the right, Higuchi was crouching down, his face close to Yami's. He was beaming.

"I had a feeling you'd take it well, I'm very proud of you."

Resisting the urge to spit in his face, Yami turned his face back down, closing his eyes. His face was drenched from tears and sweat, and his breathing was ragged. The mattress was wet underneath his lower regions from blood, and his back entrance felt ravaged, mangled. But he had survived.

Higuchi had risen and moved along to the others. Most of the screams and muffled cries had stopped, the majority of the buyers, it seemed, were finished. The man on Bakura, however, seemed far from finished, still brutally violating the thief, whose face was contorted in pain, but who still remained silent.

Yami's mind had begun to spin, the strain of the night's event was finally taking it's toll. Having lain there, motionless, for several minutes after the man had finished with him, he felt himself pulled up to his feet by two of the thugs. His vision was blurred, his surroundings distorted. He was led along, while he tried to catch any signs of the others in his hazy sight. Failing this, he closed his eyes, and slowly breathed in and out, trying to get his bearings. After a minute, he felt his mind clearing slightly. Still breathing deeply and slowly, he raised his eyelids.

It seemed he'd been taken back to the area where the poles were, the curtain had been lowered again, and he'd been left sitting against the back wall. Beside him was Jounouchi, who was bleeding badly from his back entrance; the man on him had clearly been none too gentle.

Both of them were still handcuffed, and were unable to move their hands to aid the other, so Yami simply nodded to Jounouchi reassuringly. The blonde was still gagged, and could only nod in response. His face was dry; he hadn't shed any tears during it.

The curtain parted, and more of the men appeared, dragging with them Otogi and Malik, both looking less injured by their buyers than Jounouchi, but no less tormented. Malik's face was wet with fresh tears, Otogi's face dry like Jounouchi's, but his eyes still watery. They were dropped down on opposite sides of the two already seated, and Malik leaned over immediately, pressing his face against Yami's shoulder. Yami leaned his head down, resting it on Malik's hair, offering what little comfort he could to the still crying Egyptian.

Bakura was bought in next, looking far worse than any of them. Not only was he bleeding profusely from inside, his back and arms were bruised, and with several scratches on them, from fingernails, his buyer had been most violent with him. He said nothing, despite having no gag, merely sat there, motionless, staring at the spot where the curtain parted.

Soon, they moved once more, and in was dragged Mokuba and....Yuugi.

Yami immediately scrambled over to the side, moving a space for them to put Yuugi beside him. Malik, understanding, moved also. Yami awkwardly attempted to embrace his Aibou, but with both of them handcuffed, he could only press against him. Yuugi was not injured badly physically, his buyer had not been too rough, but he was nonetheless weeping heavily, and leaned closely into Yami's chest. Shushing him quietly, trying to sooth his Aibou, Yami looked over at Mokuba.

The boy was hysterical, sobbing uncontrollably with his head buried in Jounouchi's shoulder. Jounouchi could not do much other than shush him as Yami was doing to Yuugi. Jounouchi had shed no tears while being raped, but his eyes were full of them now, as he tried to calm Mokuba.

During this commotion, the curtain had parted once more, and Ryou was brought in, and dropped at the end beside Bakura, who instantly threw his bruised body over, pressing it against Ryou's, in an attempted hug of sorts. They were the only two among them that were currently pressed together that had both had their gags removed, and they took clear advantage of this, as Bakura was whispering quietly into Ryou's ear. Yami watched them, expecting confirmation of what he had suspected that whole week. It soon followed, as Bakura shifted around, until both their faces were very close. He stared into Ryou's still tear-filled eyes for a moment, before leaning closer, and pressing his lips to Ryou's, kissing him softly.

Yami looked away, not wishing to intrude. Most of them had been broken by this, he did not know if any of the others had endured yet, but he had survived, at any rate, and he could still be grateful for that. As long as at least one of them had, their last bit of hope stayed alive. Hope that they could escape this torment, this nightmare.

The curtain parted once again, and Higuchi, with his two usual thugs, approached.

"Break time's over, time to go. We've got a long journey ahead of us."

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A/N:

Sorry for the delay with this one, I was debating with myself over a lot of the content. In the end I decided it'd be best to just go into full detail and not rush any part of it. These sort of people do exist, and this sort of things do happen, so I didn't bother sugar coating it.

Chapter six probably won't be nearly as long as this one, so expect it a bit sooner.

Thanks for reading, and as always, please point on any spelling/grammar errors you might see, that I missed.