Author's Notes: I know this is a shorter chapter, but I couldn't just leave you all wondering what was going to happen to our beloved Amunet. Like I said before, she is smarter than you might think. Don't underestimate her. It is my hope that I create an interesting, but believable, feminist-inspired character that doesn't truly submit to the patriarchal structure that defines her world. I hate to do this, but I'd love to hear more feedback from you guys. It really helps out future chapters. Thanks again for reading!

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

Amunet pushed herself onto her back, and then rolled to her side again before pressing her knees closer to her body. What in the world was that, she wondered to herself, not fully comprehending how Akefia had stirred something deep inside her. Amunet never had any feelings for any man before, let alone the sadistic man that had taken her prisoner. However, she had to admit to herself that when Akefia had caressed her face she felt a change within him, as well as herself. Not wanting to consider the matter any further, Amunet squirmed on her side revealing the knife she had somehow managed to get off his belt while he was touching her. She quickly clasped the handle with both hands and despite being tied together, managed to make quick work of the connecting rope to her ankles. Once she was done slicing into the rope, Amunet stretched out her legs, taking a moment to adjust, having been stuck in that position for so long. With her two hands still clasped together, she started slicing into the rope binding her feet together before propping the knife tightly between her knees, rubbing the rope on her wrists until it frayed off completely.

Quickly saying a prayer of gratitude under her breath, she made her way to the candles that lighted the tent and blew them out. Now engulfed in darkness, Amunet crawled her way to the opening of the tent, peeking her head out just a fraction before retracting it back in. She thought about what she had just seen, men up ahead and to the right, but no one near the tent. With the knife she had stolen from the great Thief King still clasped in one hand, she crouched low and began to make her way out of the tent, moving to the left and checking behind her. Seeing no one in that direction, she began to run as quickly as possible away from the camp. Her mouth dry and her body sore, the adrenaline pumping through her veins carried her for some time before she slowed down. Looking behind to judge the amount of distance now between her and the camp, she could barely make it out, especially in the darkness. She smirked, saying one more prayer before continuing forward without knowing where her feet would take her exactly.

When Akefia first made his way out of his tent where he'd now keep his precious Amunet, he smiled knowing that there was no way for her to escape from him this time. He walked towards the middle of the camp where he could smell some sort of meat cooking against the fire and the faint aroma of wine. Quickly helping himself to an opened bottle, he drank thirstily as he relished in the idea of going back to his tent later on that night. Taking a final gulp, he raised the bottle in the air before yelling to his men that congregated around the fire, "Death to the Pharaoh!" His men all cheered in response, yelling back with "Long live the Thief King!"

Akefia grinned mischievously before walking over to his horse and retrieving his bag filled with goods from the day's work. Opening the bag, resting on the very top were Amunet's golden anklets that he had managed to grab while she was being tied down by his men. He remembered the challenge she had presented them all with as his men struggled to lasso her down, Amunet had managed to punch or kick almost every one of them with great force before she was completely tied up. He then remembered, more fondly, how the rope coiled around her body like a very large snake trapping its prey. As he shuddered at the recollection of her wet body, completely bonded while she panted heavily from the struggle, he couldn't help himself feel drawn back to his tent. As he started to make his way back to the direction of the tent with the bag, he saw the Blonde haired thief approaching. "Ishtar," he said as the Blonde made the smallest nod as he now stood in front of him.

"Akefia, the men are ready to leave now. Should I give them the word to head out?" the Blonde asked.

"No, I forgot something. I'll be back in a few moments, just tell them to head out if I'm not back right away," Akefia replied cooly. Despite the drop in temperature with the sun now gone, Akefia was perspiring a great deal in anticipation, not knowing if he would be able to control himself the moment he saw her struggling frame once he got back to the tent.

"Alright, but you know that I'm not checking on that little bitch for you all night," the Blonde said very quickly.

Akefia chuckled, "I know, I know," he said as he brushed past his closest comrade, licking his lips in excitement. He moved his hand to grab the knife he kept on his belt, a habit occurring every few minutes, seeing as it was his favorite one. He stopped suddenly, not feeling it there he looked down and then scanned the ground. Must have dropped it in there, but I would have noticed it…

The Blonde turned to look as the great Thief King walked towards his tent, which was very secluded in comparison to the proximity of all the other tents. He had seen the look in Akefia's eyes; his attention seemed to be diverted to anything but the night's raid. Just as he turned to go tell the men on their horses to head out anyway, he heard Akefia's voice yell out,

"Hey Marik, tell them to head out now! I won't be too long," he said the last part to himself, turning back around to the tent that he now noticed was in darkness.

Grinning his devilish grin, he thought out loud, "How cute, she managed to blow out the candles," just before he reached the opening. Parting the thick fabric, he walked in and waited for his eyes to adjust. "Oh Amunet, I came back to give you a-" he stopped abruptly, as he couldn't make her body out in the darkness, nor his knife.

"THAT LITTLE BITCH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Running out of the tent, he saw Marik's concerned face running towards him.

"What happened!?"

"That little bitch took my knife and got away, get on your horse and help me find her," he said, the anger in his voice made Marik turn back around and run even faster than before. Akefia looked at the sand around the tent before following Marik to their horses, taking note of which direction her footprints led.

"I already told the men to head out, is that gonna be a problem!?" Marik shouted from ahead, still running.

"No, I don't think it will be," Akefia replied to himself, and noticing the whip that rested on a nearby post, grabbed it before taking off after Marik.