Author's Notes: Hey everyone, so excited to hear from you about this chapter! Things are getting interesting...to say the least. All will be revealed soon enough, just get excited for the next chapter!
Again, this is M rated for a reason and if you don't like lemons or any kind of citrus, for that matter, skidaddle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Amunet spent the next few hours in the stifling air of the tent mostly laying down, since there was not much else that she could possibly do. She had finished off the rest of what Akefia had given her not long after he had left and she was starting to feel famished once more. Even though most of her meals had long wait periods in between them, Amunet was constantly hungry and couldn't help the nagging feeling in her stomach that never seemed to go away. As if reading her mind, she saw feet approach the tent through the opening and quickly sat up. Marik, she thought just as he entered with another plate of food.
He took in her features, this time lingering more brazenly without his boss nearby. "He said that if he kept you like that, you might be more eager to behave. Is that true?" the blonde asked with a smirk that slightly resembled Akefia's.
Amunet, bored from hours of doing nothing, smiled before indulging him, "And how long, might I ask, have YOU been behaving for our great and powerful king?"
Marik glared at her, taking a step forward and placing the plate down on the ground.
"I see there's still some fight left in you, maybe I should tell him that you weren't very obedient during his absence," Marik said, inching closer to her.
"Forgive me, oh what was it, Grand Vizier?" Amunet said in a pleading tone, defiance burning in her eyes again as she looked up at Akefia's underling. "I was not aware that his majesty had employed someone as noble as you, perhaps I shall tell him of your kindness in staying in here with me longer than he would probably asked of you," she said slyly.
Marik continued to glare at her before taking a few steps back, "I didn't forget that you did this," he said showing his still bandaged hand from when Amunet had cut him. "And neither should you, if you want to stay alive that is," he sneered, walking out of the tent in a huff.
Amunet smiled, content as she eyed the food that had been brought in to her and began to eat awkwardly, her hands still bound together. Once she had cleared the entire plate, Amunet laid on her back, enjoying her solitude once more as she gradually drifted off to sleep.
Some time later, as Akefia had made his way back into the campsite, Marik had seen him coming and rushed over to his horse to tie it up.
"Spoils?" the blonde asked, gesturing to the single bag Akefia was now grabbing.
"There are always spoils," he said over his shoulder as walked towards his tent with Marik rushing after him. Expecting him to be right there, "How was she?" Akefia asked quietly, as they passed the other men in the camp.
"She was-" not knowing how to continue, Marik jumped as Akefia laughed loudly.
"Don't let her psych you out, Marik. Just don't give her an opportunity to do so and you wont have to worry about losing your temper," he said smiling.
Marik looked at the ground, how does he always know?
"You're not coming in, but it'd do you well to bring me fresh water," Akefia said as they neared the tent.
Marik nodded and walked back towards the main campsite, taking his time and wondering what Amunet would say to him now that they were alone.
Akefia entered the tent to find a napping Amunet, her hair fanned around her as she laid on her back, her bound wrists slightly covering her most intimate part. He smiled and kneeled next to her, loving the way her naked body was slightly shimmering with perspiration. He grabbed her wrists to inspect how they were healing, and set them back down gently. He ran his fingers lightly over her torso, moving up to her neck and then resting his hand on her cheek.
"Amunet," he said softly, already noticing her wake from his ministrations.
Her eyes opened slightly, registering the man in front of her and where his hands were.
"Oh, Amunet, some thief you are. Can you not sleep with one eye open?" he mused, rubbing his thumb over her lips. "You are one heavy sleeper," he said grinning softly at her.
"It's hard not to enjoy myself with free food and lodging, my lord," she said groggily.
Akefia chuckled, "I love that fighting spirit my dear, it is the reason you catch my eye so," he said still touching her face.
"I was under the impression that my disobedience did not please you," she said, purposely forgetting to address him in the manner that he desired.
He continued to chuckle slightly, taking his hand off her face and onto the floor so he could lean in close to her. He studied her eyes for a moment before brushing his face towards her ear, whispering, "On the contrary, your disobedience is what attracts me to you, the level of defiance you possess is, inspirational at best. But above all, I enjoy how worked up it gets me, like I've never been more alive," he paused, nipping at her ear. "You really make a man feel like a King," he said huskily into her neck, then suddenly standing up much to Amunet's relief.
"About time, Marik," Akefia said out loud, giving his stooge the go ahead to enter with the fresh pitcher and leave with the old one.
"Hey Marik, come here for a second," Akefia said as the blonde stepped out of the tent. He turned back around, a look of confusion on his face.
"Look at this vision for a second," Akefia gestured to Amunet, who almost groaned in realization of what he wanted her to do. "Come on, up girl," he said with a smile and eagerness that Amunet could have struck him dead for.
Reluctantly, Amunet sat up on her knees, parting them slightly and straightening up more once she saw Akefia gesture towards her again.
"Good girl," he said, bending over slightly to meet her eye level. "See, she isn't all bad Marik," looking over at the blonde who was sighing in relief.
"I have got the strangest feeling that you weren't as nice as you could have been to my friend here, so what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked, keeping his hands behind his back.
"I'm sorry," Amunet said, doing her best not to roll her eyes. Marik smirked, nodding his head in acceptance.
"You can leave now," Akefia said, now resting his head on top of Amunet.
Once Marik had left, Akefia stood back up, grabbing the chain and following it to the pole. He unlocked it and started to pull slowly, winding his hand around the chain as she was forced to get closer. On her knees still, Akefia knelt down as well, using his free hand to push her back to a sitting position. As he began to unwind her wrists, Amunet stared at his countenance in an attempt to decipher it. Noticing her gaze without bothering to look up from his work, Akefia wrapped the chain that was now becoming slack, around his hand while he spoke, "I got you another present, do you want to know what it is?" he asked in a serious tone.
Amunet gulped, thinking to herself that all his presents had a pattern of putting her in line and that no good could come from his newest gift.
"Yes," Amunet said, testing her luck a bit more.
"Stop it," Akefia said, holding the last stretch of the chain attached to her right ankle. "I got you a present and you think you can drop my title? Hm?" he asked, his eyes blaring through her.
"No. I don't, Master," Amunet said with a sly smile shining through, batting her eyes slightly.
Akefia unfurled his brows, and began to smile himself, "Oh Amunet, I have such a soft spot for your little feminine charms," he said, tapping her cheek with his hand a few times. "You're just excited to see your present, right?" he asked in an eager tone.
"Yes, my King," she said sweetly.
Akefia had already reached for the bag, but paused slightly when she had addressed him, turning to gaze at her.
"Give me your wrists," he said softly, the coldness in his eyes melting away the more he looked at her. Amunet held them out, her palms up and her fingers curled into them as she matched his gaze. "Close your eyes," he spoke in an even softer tone.
Amunet obeyed, closing her eyes and much to her own confusion, was eager with anticipation.
She felt his touch on her forearms, his fingers so light that Amunet trembled and felt all of her hair stand on end. Moving one hand to a wrist, he moved the other to her cheek, caressing it with his thumb. She moaned quietly into his touch, surprised by the sound she almost opened her eyes in fear. His hands left her, and she heard the rustling of the bag followed by the clinking of gold. Amunet flinched when she felt cold pressure applied to her wrists, as if knowing her next move Akefia spoke, "Don't even think about opening those pretty eyes of yours."
Amunet kept her eyes shut despite the need to open them driving her mad, she felt whatever it was on her wrists clasp shut, tightening around the chaffed skin.
"You are divine," Akefia spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. His hands moved to her legs, pulling her ankles out from under her and placing her feet onto his chest. Amunet kept her knees together as tightly as possibly could without hurting herself, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to allow her to see what fresh hell he had conjured up now.
"Open," he finally commanded.
Amunet opened her eyes, her mouth dropping open once she saw her golden clasped wrists.
"How-" she started, completely shocked that he had managed to get her the matching golden cuffs to her anklets. Something she had been desperately working up to steal for months now, and it appeared as though he had gotten them the same as if he found them lying in the desert. Amunet couldn't even say anything as she gazed at them in silence, running her fingers over them in disbelief.
"You like them?" Akefia asked, somewhat mockingly. He knew she had been dying to have these for some time, her own personal victory over that temple in the pharaoh's city. Amunet felt inexplicably shocked, and therefore incapable of saying anything in response. She looked at him, and what he saw in her face said everything he needed to know. He stood up swiftly, walking away from her and out of the tent, wanting to give her space when he felt her hands grip his legs from behind.
To Amunet, it wasn't just a particularly good steal, these four particular gold pieces had more meaning than Akefia could ever imagine. Not even he knew, but should I tell him?