Author's Notes: This chapter is definitely getting closer to the M rated portions of the story. I apologize again if it seems a little, all over the place. These are the few chapters I have worked on the least, with the later chapters being the ones I have spent most of my time on. I hope you enjoy though, Amunet is smarter than she might appear.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Amunet slowly opened her eyes, feeling dazed and quite sore. Despite her head and body aching, she felt quite warm and comfortable where she was laid. It was to her horror that she realized that she was in a rather large tent, tucked in with a blanket while her wrists were tied to a small length of rope connected to her ankles. Getting out of this position would be impossible, she thought while her eyes scanned the area for any sense of familiarity or idea of where she was. She began to hear the shuffling of sand quickly approaching the tent, and a surge of panic convulsed through her body as she attempted to pull her hands through the ropes. Only succeeding in ripping the skin around her wrists, she rolled herself on to her back with some difficulty as her gaze fell to the white-haired man now entering the tent.

"Amunet," he said with a nod.

"Akefia," she responded through gritted teeth.

His body shuddered and he rolled his head back dramatically before releasing a small moan, "I love hearing you say my name," he said, rolling his head back to fixate on her struggling form. "Go ahead, say it again," he said through a sly grin as he walked slowly towards her. All Amunet could do was remain still, glaring at him in a manner that only deepened the lust held in his own eyes.

"Aw, come on. Don't hold out on your master," he said with a dry emphasis on the last word. At this Amunet gritted her teeth quite roughly, and began to squirm despite the rope burning into her flesh.

"Fuck you," she said as she watched him get down onto the floor next to her. Pushing the blanket off of her, he placed a single finger under the rope that connected her wrists to her ankles, forcing her knees into her chest. Akefia continued to grin, but began to slide his finger up and down before it curled around the rope and pulled up with ease. Amunet winced in pain as the tugging of the rope burned into her now bloody wrists and chafed ankles, but despite the torture she endured from the days events, managed to say, "When I am free of these bonds, you will regret ever bringing me here,".

"I'm sure one of us will be regretting something, but I don't think that that person will be me, my dear," he said as he pulled again at the rope, laughing slightly.

"What is so difficult to comprehend, I got you fair and square, didn't I? You are mine and no one else's, nor will you ever belong to anyone but me, got it?" he asked mockingly, pulling his finger up as high as possible before dropping the rope completely. Amunet tried to fight back the lump in her throat and the tears that dropped against her will. She was never this weak around anyone, but there was something about being near Akefia that was so draining and impossible to outmaneuver. Thinking back to the few other times where Amunet had gotten caught, she had always managed to escape, but there was something about being around other thieves for once that seemed to dull her senses. Everyone thought like her, so everyone knew how she would try to get away, even if they had some difficulty doing so. Akefia, on the other hand, knew Amunet better than she knew herself and could easily dominate her when he wanted to. Though skilled and more than capable of killing a good many men in a matter of a few moments, Akefia had always been far more experienced and capable than she could ever hope to be. As Amunet tried to regain composure, the questions of what was going to happen came blaring in her head, frightening her more into a panic with each passing second. She continued to squirm in her bonds, her gaze going back to her bloody wrists as Akefia's lustful stare became more terrifying as she felt the fabric from her skirt fall from her thighs and pool around her hips. She only looked back up when he suddenly spoke, "As much as I can enjoy that little mouth of yours closed," Akefia said while grabbing her chin and jerking it up to view her face better. "I do believe that I asked you a question and by not responding you are deliberately defying me. I don't think you're in a good position to be doing that my sweet Amunet. But since you are new to being my little slave, I suppose I'll just explain to you how this works," he inhaled deeply before leaning in and shouting, "WHEN I ASK YOU A FUCKING QUESTION YOU BETTER FUCKING RESPOND!"

He paused and she flinched at the sudden silence, which curled his mouth into a slight smile before he began to speak in a far more hushed tone, "Like right now, for example. What do you say when I tell you to do something?" he asked while starting to pet her hair, causing her to flinch again the moment he had brought his hand up to do so.

Amunet blushed, more in embarrassment than anything else when she noticed him grow instantly impatient when she did not respond right away.

"Yes," she said quickly, not wanting him to scream at her anymore. She was trembling and still crying slightly despite the glare she had managed to keep.

"Yes, who?" he asked, still petting her head gently.

Amunet tried not to roll her eyes and look defiant when she exhaled a quiet, "Master,".

Akefia laughed and took his hand off her head. Amunet watched his laugh falter as his eyes drifted down to her thighs and hips, which remained completely bare from her position. He raised a hand and began to gently trace his fingers from her knee, down to her thigh and when she shuddered at his cold touch, he grinned before saying, "Oh my sweet Amunet, you don't think I'll hurt you, do you?"

As she trembled under his fingers, she couldn't help the lump in her throat swelling slightly more at the very thought, so all she could do was nod her head.

"Now Amunet, I thought you knew me better than that," he replied, moving his fingers all the way down to her hip before looking into her tearing gray eyes again. "You're too beautiful for me to hurt you, well, for me to hurt you a great deal that is. However, you have been a very bad thief, even by my standards. You stole something from right under my nose and you thought you were going to get away with it?" he asked grabbing the rope that wrapped her ankles together and pulling it down with such power that she was forced to sit up, although rather painfully. "I believe I asked you a question," he said through gritted teeth as he grabbed her face roughly. Her grey eyes met his dark ones, and as she stared into them, chills moved down her spine. Quickly looking down, Amunet responded with a very quiet, "Yes."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, I thought I was going to get away with it, otherwise I would not have attempted to do so," she said rather hurriedly.

With her eyes still cast downward, she suddenly felt his hand move into her scalp and pull on her hair, forcing her face up and her eyes to tear.

"What am I to you? Hm?" he asked, not releasing the grip he kept on her but only tightening it further.

"Master," she yelped out, as she felt another painful tug on her burning scalp.

"I do hope you'll learn rather quickly that I require a certain amount of obedience out of you, and if you refuse, I will have you begging for death. Understand?" he asked with one final tug on her hair.

"Yes Master," she said quickly, secretly begging the Gods to release her from his grip. When she felt him release, she breathed deeply as her head slunk forward again. He began to pet her again, smoothing down the hairs that he had just disturbed, before leaning forward to smell her black locks, keeping his nose buried as he spoke.

"You smell so sweet for such a rough girl, I'd love to have a taste but I don't think you are ready for it," he said with the same devilish grin on his face. Amunet remained still under his words and stroking, trying her best not to flinch or whimper. Akefia had always lusted after her, but knowing the sadistic man that he was, Amunet was quite sure that he wouldn't take her tonight, if only to draw out her torturous stay.

"Lucky for you, I have some business to take care of. Will you promise to be a good girl while I'm gone? Last time I told you to behave you tried to run away, and I just want you to know that I can't protect you from my men once you try that again. Understand?" he pushed her head up, gently this time, stroking her cheeks and gazing into her eyes that burned his soul with desire. His gentle movements seemed to electrify her body, and she felt a gentle sensation erupt in her stomach as he moved his face in closer. Their noses brushed and Amunet could feel his warm breath, as well as the heat radiating off of him.

A small blush escaped her face seconds before she finally responded with a meek, "Yes Master," to which he smiled at. Akefia stood up quite swiftly, and began to leave before he turned to take one final look at the girl. Her pale skin made her blushing very apparent, and he noticed the way her breathing increased once he started to touch her gently. All in good time, he thought to himself before leaving a bewildered Amunet, still in her bonds, alone in the tent.