"Please...please...don't..."
"Whine all you like, it's happening, kid"
"Please...I'm begging y-you...ple-"
Malik was cut off abruptly as Blain grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoulder, spinning him around and slamming him face first against the wall. He moved forward, pressing himself up against the trembling Egyptian.
"Shut up already, you two, or you're getting it as well"
Yami continued to try and shout through his gag, unable to do anything more than gurgle, much to his absolute fury. A number of hours after Yuugi had been returned, and Malik had gone and come back, Blain had made good on his promise. He'd entered, and locked the door from the inside, then gagged both Yuugi and Yami, and handcuffed their hands behind their back, before advancing on Malik. He had released the boy from his chain, and dragged him to his feet, callously ignoring the pleas for mercy.
Now pinned against the wall, Malik was struggling as best as he could, but it was in vain, Blain was simply too strong. The thug was rubbing his hand down Malik's back, the smile on his face resembling more an obnoxious leer. He pulled the robe open, exposing Malik's scarred back, the sight causing his smile to widen even further.
"Where'd you get these?"
He seemed fascinated by the design. Yami got the feeling that Blain found the idea of Malik having been mutilated so badly alluring rather than horrifying, much to his own disgust.
"Well?"
Malik said nothing, he had ceased his pleading for the moment, and had shut his eyes and mouth tightly, seeming determined to block out the man holding him against the wall. Blain seized Malik by the hair, and jerked his head back, until his face was almost pointing straight up. He lowered his own visage down, level with Malik's.
"I asked you a question. Where did you get the carving on your back?"
Tears had begun to slowly leak from Malik's lavender eyes. Blain tightened his grip, pulling his head even further back.
"Tell me, I want to know who to thank for it."
"My...m-my father...he did it w-when I was ten..."
Malik choked out the words, each syllable seemed to cause him terrible pain, as his body shuddered violently.
"Really? That sounds like a nice father son outing, doesn't it?"
He released Malik's head, and ran his fingers across the scars.
"Carved in with a knife , and by the looks of it, a red hot one at that, I reckon. Am I right? Eh? What did he do after he sliced you up? Hmm?"
He pressed himself up against Malik tightly, and his hand slid down Malik's back, before grabbing his behind. The probing fingers seemed to emphasize his ugly words, giving them terrible power..
"Where you lying when you said you were a virgin, eh? After he cut you open, did your daddy bend you over?"
He leaned over the Egyptian, his gleeful face coming to rest over the boy's trembling shoulder, leaving his face right alongside Malik's. He was clearly loving the effect he was having on his victim, who was sobbing fully now, tears flowing from his clenched eyes in thin streams.
"Well? Did he fuck you? Huh? Did he fuck his little bit-"
Malik kicked his right leg up backwards, the foot striking Blain directly between the legs. The thug simply let out a surprised "Ah!", before releasing Malik and doubling over, clutching his injured parts.
Yami had been attempting to shout all through this, but at the sight of Malik fighting back recklessly , he nearly screamed through his gag, both from jubilation and fear for what reprisal there would undoubtedly be.
Malik spun around, and tried to run desperately past Blain, but the brute recovered quickly enough to grab Malik by the hair and shoulder, and fling him to the ground. He struck the floor with tremendous force, clearly having the wind driven out of him as his eyes shot wide open, and his mouth opened while, gasping for air. Blain dropped to his knees with a dull thud and wrapped both hands around the boy's throat, before jerking his head up closer. His face was contorted with both pain and rage, the skin having turned an ugly, blotched red.
"You little fucking shit! I ought to break your fucking neck!"
Yami let out as a loud a noise as he possibly could, while yanking at the chain recklessly, attempting to get closer, and he could hear Yuugi doing the same thing behind him. To his surprise, Blain reacted, looking up, his furious eyes boring into Yami's. His surprise quickly turned to panic, as Blain released Malik's throat and rose up to his feet rapidly, looking truly insane with fury.
"I told you to SHUT UP!"
He moved swiftly toward Yami, raising his left foot as he did. Yami was in too much sudden shock to react in time, and the boot thrust forward, connecting swiftly with his forehead, snapping his head back. Yami crumpled, feeling his mind immediately warp and his vision going out of focus. He heard Blain continue on past him, and Yami guessed from the loud crack that followed, he had just struck Yuugi deftly with his hand.
The haze began to clear, and he could see again, though his head still felt unsettled, and his movements were almost slurred. He saw Malik still on the ground in front of him, clutching his neck, while coughing and spluttering. Blain stumbled back over, breathing heavily. He bent over again, holding his hands between his legs, obviously feeling the aftershock of Malik's kick. The momentary "fire" of his anger seemed to have disappeared; while he still looked enraged, he had also visibly regained his senses.
After a few moments, he straightened up once more, and stepped forward, standing over Malik, like a victorious predator.
"You ever, ever do something like that again, I'll kill you, and your two friends. Got it?"
Reaching down, he seized the still coughing Malik by the sides of his head.
"Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he hauled Malik up, onto his knees. He ruthlessly tore the remainder of Malik's clothing off, leaving him naked within mere seconds. He bent the boy's thin arms around behind his back, before reaching into his back pocket, and withdrawing handcuffs. Blain quickly locked Malik's hands in place, leaving the teen completely defenceless, kneeling before him.
"You're gonna pay me back for that."
He grabbed Malik's face in one hand, forcing his mouth open, and began to undo his pants with the other. Malik attempted to scramble away, but his position made it impossible. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, as he struggled uselessly. Both Yami and Yuugi could do nothing but watch in silent horror, as Blain dropped his jeans to the floor, and then shoved the full length of his member roughly into Malik's unwilling mouth.
Yami shut his eyes, not wishing to see such humiliation forced on his friend, but he could not block out the repulsive sounds of Malik gagging and choking on the foreign object, a terrible frenzy of muffled retching and weeping combined into one.
Within the strangled cries Yami could hear a plea for help, but he could not answer it, pathetically leashed as he was. For all his mental vows of vengeance and rescue, he could do nothing.
After what seemed to be an age, he heard the sounds cease, and something drop to the floor. He opened his eyes to find Malik sprawled on the floor, sobbing frantically. Blain sneered down at him with a self satisfied smirk on his brutish features.
"Not a bad suck, kid, you make a good whore"
"P-please...leave it there...don't do anything else...please"
Malik stared up at Blain, his eyes wide and pleading desperately. Blain gazed back down, his expression scornful and mocking.
"Are you trying to give me orders?"
"No, n-no, I'm not, I'm-"
"I'd say that sounded like an order. You're not giving them here, boy, I'm taking what I want, and what I want, is a piece of that ass"
He dropped to his knees once again, and pinned Malik down, pressing his face into the floor. Keeping one hand on the back of Malik's neck, he forced the boy's legs apart with his own, while sliding his other hand over Malik's unprotected rear.
"The boss always says to you how you all belong to him, right? Well, you're a special case, you're not his property, you're mine, and this ought to prove that to ya"
"No...no no stop...stop please...PLEASE...."
"Bawl away, kid, nothing's gonna help you, you're taking it"
"Please! Don't...don't....stop...p-please please st-AAAHHH!"
Malik screamed out loud, as Blain thrust violently into him, sparing nothing, entering fully without any remorse, or care. Malik shrieked at the top of his lungs, an inhuman howl of pain that echoed throughout the room, reverberating right through Yami's mind.
He could not tear his eyes from the abhorrent sight. Malik wailed endlessly, as Blain drove into him with no mercy, over and over. Blood was already beginning to pool on the floor beneath them, a small patch of crimson that shuddered continuously from the forces exerted above it.
He wrenched his eyes away, unable to watch the disgusting act any longer, but incapable of blocking out the harrowing screams of his friend. Turning around fully, trying to get as far as he could from the vile display, he saw Yuugi, who was crouched down, covering his ears with his hands, while endless tears dropped from his tightly shut eyes.
"PLEASE, STOP...STOOOOP!"
"You love it really, little whore, little fucking whore!"
"STOP...please...please...st....stop..."
Malik ceased his screeches, seeming to run out of energy. He could only weep, his face twisted in agony as his body was thrown forward again and again, pounded into the ground ruthlessly.
Blain showed no signs of stopping, continuing on and on without tiring in the slightest. He was almost laughing as he continued, apparently finding Malik's pitiable reaction hilarious. The Egyptian could only whimper by now, his body too exhausted to scream.
Finally, after an unbearable amount of time, he came inside of Malik with a grunt, and pulled out promptly. He picked up a piece of Malik's clothing and used it to wipe off the coating of blood on his member, before sliding his jeans back up, and zipping them shut. He grabbed up the remainder of the white cloth, and dropped it over Malik contemptuously.
"You're a good fuck, that's for sure. I'm really gonna love Saturdays, aren't you?"
Not waiting for any reply, he bent down to release the handcuffs on Malik's wrists, before reattaching the chain on the wall to his right arm. He crossed the room to Yuugi, and removed both the gag and cuffs. Yuugi did nothing, clearly afraid of provoking an attack, but Yami found himself incapable of containing his rage. As soon as Blain unlocked his cuffs, and removed his gag, he swung a clenched fist at Blain's face, desperate to do even a minute amount of damage to the depraved thug. However, Blain caught his punch easily, and twisted Yami's arm around, before raising his other hand, and striking his face sharply with the back of it, almost disdainfully.
"Don't be stupid"
The crack stung across Yami's face harshly, dazing him for a brief second. When he had focused again, Blain had released him and moved away, strolling towards the door almost merrily.
He turned briefly as he reached the door.
"Thanks for the magical evening"
A sneering smirk accompanied his words. He unlocked the door, and disappeared through it, without another thought.
Yami turned sadly to Malik, not knowing what to say. Malik was curled into a ball, still crying, still bleeding.
He knew he needed to do something right away, Malik shouldn't be suffering alone for any length of time, it would only send him even closer to breaking point, which there would be likely no recovery from. However, in their chains, Yami's options were most limited.
Doing the only thing he could do, Yami crawled towards the Egyptian, as close as he could.
"Malik...Malik give me your hand"
No reaction, he stayed curled up tightly.
"Malik...come here...you're not alone, let me help"
Still no response.
"Malik...please, please...come here"
The word please seemed to break through to Malik's mind, for he began to move. Perhaps it was because his own cries of 'please' had been so cruelly ignored. Slowly, he unravelled, barely moving at all. Equally gradually, he turned over, onto his other side, and gazed directly at Yami.
Purple stared into purple. Yami could barely stand looking into the sheer depth of misery currently shimmering in Malik's eyes. Yet even amongst that vast ocean, there was another expression mixed in, that same strange look he had given Yami several times that day. Something seemed to click into place, and he scrambled towards Yami, who reached out his hand, offering whatever small comfort he could.
Malik grasped Yami's hand tightly, his eyes fixed, once again, on their interlocked fingers.
"It'll be ok...it'll be ok...I promise...it'll be fine"
Yami was not sure if he fully believed this at that moment, but that was not important, keeping Malik together was what was imperative.
Malik raised his eyes up to meet Yami's once more. That strange expression still remained.
"...thank you"
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The room was filled with a deathly silence, occasionally perforated by the dull drip of water from some rusted pipe, hidden away in the darkness. A chill had spread throughout the grey space, accentuating the dour atmosphere. The only light visible was a faint line along the bottom of one wall, where the door separated slightly from the floor. The white light spread itself along the ground, fading away into nothing, not even coming close to the opposite wall, where an assortment of pipes were fixed systematically. One such pipe was mere inches off the concrete, running along the wall, sending unknown material to an anonymous place.
What was intriguing about the seemingly mundane pipe was the curious object hooped around it. The object was a chain, part of a set of glinting handcuffs. Their occupant was the room sole inhabitant, who sat motionless against the drab wall, arms held behind his back by the shackles. Having been immobile for several hours, he suddenly shifted.
Seto Kaiba raised his weary head, looking around in vain, for there was a blindfold over his eyes. In addition to being unable to move or see, he could not speak either, due to the gag in his mouth. He had been sitting there for days, maybe even a week.
Kaiba let his head drop back against the wall, resisting the urge to smash it against the hard surface in frustration. He was constantly on the verge of losing it completely, simply flying into a blind rage, and yanking wildly at the cuffs binding him to the cursed pipe behind him.
When am I going to get some answers?
Being unable to see or speak, he only had his thoughts, and his thoughts were no comfort in such a situation. Over and over he had replayed what had happened, trying to figure out exactly what was occurring.
He had gone to Yuugi's home, with Mokuba, indeed mostly at Mokuba's insistence, for he had little time for vicious thieves like Bakura. Supposedly, they were to sort out their differences, but Kaiba sincerely doubted anything would come of it, people like Bakura did not change. Mokuba had wanted them to go, nonetheless, and so they did.
Kaiba hadn't had much desire to see many of the people involved, on top of disliking Bakura. Yuugi, he respected both as a duelist and as a person, he was a genuinely good individual, and probably the closest thing Kaiba had to a friend, even if it was quite one sided, and he had no trouble with him, but the others, he was wary of.
Yami, he respected certainly, but they were not friends, they were still rivals, though granted they weren't rivals over anything in particular these days. Jounouchi, the mediocrity, he had no time for, which was very much reciprocated, and the others, Honda, Anzu, Otogi, Jounouchi's sister and Ryou, he knew nothing about, really, nor did he have much interest in doing so, he didn't need anyone else in his life. And there was Malik, whom he had not truly made up his mind about yet. While he had caused Kaiba plenty of grief during Battle City, he had seemingly morphed into a completely different person after it had ended. Kaiba didn't believe in people changing, but he could not deny the difference in Malik's personality, from a supreme annoyance to a perfectly decent human. Still, he would rather keep his distance, as usual, there was no point in leaving himself vulnerable for no good reason.
However, despite all his reluctance, and his many excuses (though many were legitimate, he had been extremely busy at that time with Kaiba Corp), he had wound up standing in Yuugi's crowded kitchen. They'd been "debating" away, when that attack had come out of nowhere. Obviously it had been planned, no one just happens to pick the house where almost a dozen people where gathered to throw a gas bomb into. He'd tried to get rid of it, but he'd not been able to do much before succumbing to the gas, and falling into darkness.
Then he had woken up here, exactly where he still was now.
He had been frantic the first day, or night (whichever it had been, with the blindfold he couldn't tell), trying to tear his way out, but he couldn't make the pipe move even a fraction, nor could he break the handcuffs open. The idea that he had been chained up, like a lowly slave, was certainly humiliating to him, and one of the most disgraceful things he could imagine, but the real reason he so desperately wished to break free, was Mokuba.
Mokuba. He had never been separated from his little brother for so long. He had by now lost count of the days, but it must be a week by now. A week.
He felt hollow without his brother at his side, an empty, dead void. He knew he was nothing without Mokuba, after all, what else was there to live for? His company might be the thing that he spent all his time working on, but even then, he did it all for Mokuba. He did it so that he could provide for Mokuba whatever he could want, and of course, to fulfil the dream the two of them had had in the orphanage, to bring happiness to the world's children. Kaiba Lands, all over the globe, that was the ultimate goal of Kaiba Corp. And as Mokuba was his vice president, that vision was more complete than ever, with both of them working together to accomplish it.
Kaiba's dreams might have been ruthlessly stamped out by Gozaburo, but Mokuba's had remained whole and that was enough. Mokuba's dreams were his dreams now. He loved him more than anything that existed in the world.
Mokuba, with his boundless energy and enthusiasm, his unwavering support, his sharp, capable mind, his tiny stature, his strong grey eyes, his wild black hair, his tight, spellbinding hugs, his infectious laugh, his affectionate call of "Nii-Sama", and the fact that he was the only person who could make Seto Kaiba smile and laugh like a normal person, these were what he lived for. And he could see, hear, or feel none of those things now. When he found out who had pulled them apart, they would pay with their life.
Unfortunately, in his present situation, revenge was looking a long way off. After the restless first day, he had fallen asleep, unable to keep up his strength, and had awoken to find that someone had entered the room. The person had said nothing, they had simply pulled the gag out of Kaiba's mouth briefly, and poured several mouthfuls of water down his throat. By the time he'd finished coughing it down, the person had replaced the gag. They'd merely turned and walked out, their footsteps fading into the distance, before the door snapped shut once more, leaving him alone.
Ever since then, the person had come every day, at the same time, to give him water. What time that was exactly, Kaiba had no idea, but it helped to have an event to map the day around, he could feel the passing of time much easier with it.
He felt incredibly weak, the single drink of water per day did little to relieve him. No food, no movement, and the constant struggling he had exhibited in his first few days had left him slumped against the wall, useless. Most of all, it was the unknown that was weakening him. He had no idea what had happened to Mokuba, or any of the others. He didn't know if they'd been left behind, or if they were all in similar rooms to the one he now occupied, if they were in the same building, the same city, the same country, or if they were even alive. He had to know where they were, he needed to know Mokuba was alright, he couldn't stand the horrid thoughts his mind was constantly conjuring up in his dreams, he needed, needed to see his little brother again.
But he'd been here at least a week, and not once had someone interacted with him, apart from the water. He had not even seen the room he had sat in all this time. There seemed to be no way to get out, his captors seemed to be perfectly content to let him sit in the darkness, alone.
However, despite his situation, he could conclude a few things about the room, and perhaps their intention with putting him in here. The fact that he was handcuffed to pipes, suggested this was some kind of utility room, and not a room specially set aside for a captive. So assuming the entire group had been taken, he had been separated, and placed in a makeshift cell, why? Kaiba didn't see them going to this much trouble to spring a trap on the group, and not have any proper holding facilities for them. A sudden thought occurred to him, that perhaps he had been separated because they'd recognized him? As the owner of one of the largest companies in Japan, he was well known, maybe they had taken him by mistake, and put him aside in a temporary place, to work out a course of action? It seemed a logical conclusion, and would explain the inconsistencies between the kidnap and the imprisonment. However, it had darker implications that quickly added to the crushing weight on Kaiba's already weary mind.
If he had not been the intended target, who was? Mokuba? What could they have done with him? Kaiba had seen enough of the underworld, to know there was no level to which it's occupants would not stoop. Frantic flashes of his little brother tortured, abused and broken flew through his mind. He could not take this overwhelming anxiety any longer. He needed to get out of here, and find Mokuba.
But he simply couldn't in his present state. He knew how he could get out, but he needed the blindfold off, he wouldn't have a chance otherwise. He also needed energy, he was too frail right now, and he would remain helpless as long as he had no food. Neither of these two things seemed to be coming any time soon, in which case he could only wait, and hope for a chance to appear. He lived for the future, not the past, thus he had to trust the future, and trust in an opening appearing. It was all he had right now, really.
Leaning back against the wall, he felt the locket around his neck fall to the side. He could not see it, and he had no way to even touch it, but the knowledge of what lay inside, was an immense comfort, managing to create a tiny hole in the thick wall of anger and apprehension, allowing some small amount of simple pleasure to break through, as he recalled the fond memory of a happy time in his life, with Mokuba.
That would keep him alive for now.
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Happy birthday to me :p, I'm officially 19. Anyhow, it's about time Kaiba resurfaced, and I'll be returning to him plenty from now on.
Next chapter looks to be a long one, but hopefully it'll still be finished by next weekend.
As always, point out any errors, and feel free to concrit, writing can always be improved, and thanks for reading.