Author's Notes: Well sorry for the long wait but Im getting sad now that we're winding down to the end of our journey, boys and girls. This chapter takes place before Akefia comes and realizes that Amunet is gone. We see this from her perspective, more or less, and I actually had to shorten it because it was more like two chapters in one. I promise I'll update the next one sooner. Oh. Also, I will be updating older chapters that are in sorely need of grammar fixes and what not. But not right away... But soon..
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Amunet was in the kitchen that morning, her hands moving seamlessly between dishes and the vegetables she was chopping. Occasionally stopping to straighten her back, placing a hand on her stomach and brushing her fingertips lightly over it in small circles, humming in peaceful bliss. She finished plopping the last few pieces in the pot of water before looking for the flint needed to start the fire. As she spotted it she began to hear the sound of hooves rapidly approaching.
"Akefia," she smiled.
Sightly relived that he had decided to come today, especially with the prospect of bread and the other treats he usually brought with him, Amunet waddled to the window to see the black haired horse.
Bile rose up her throat while her stomach dipped once she saw a group of men all on horses slowly approaching the white horse that had already been tied to the post. She saw the tail end of a violet cape swish just out of her line of sight, followed by the three most terrifying noises she had ever heard in her life.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Amunet began to realize how violent her reaction was when she looked at her shaking hands and felt the need to prop herself up as her knees buckled. She scanned the house from the corner in the kitchen as though this was her first time in the house, the only way out in her current state would be that front door. There would be no way she could get out the tiny windows in the house. She remembered that on one occasion Akefia had brought her the pair of three pronged daggers that he had trained her with. Then she remembered the sword he had left her just last week, seeing it propped up in the other corner of the kitchen, Amunet willed her body to move towards it as a voice found its way to her from outside.
"Is there a little flower home all by herself?"
Amunet shook violently as her hand gripped the rough handle of the sword. She stepped back and looked out the window, counting at least twenty men. She knew why he had brought so many, and tried to steel her nerves as she backed herself into another corner of the room.
"Are you ready to be plucked my dear?" the baritone voice called out to her in a mocking tone, sending shivers down her spine as she remembered waking up to his hands all over her before a whip came down on her back.
"Boys, I think she might need some assistance getting out, what do you think?" she could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke just as the door came crashing into the wall as it swung open.
She would have to fight her way out.
Soldiers ran in as Amunet held the sword behind her back, shielding it from their view as more poured into the small kitchen.
The Pharaoh emerged from the sea of men who had to part in order for him to walk in. His amethyst eyes roamed her body hungrily, a smile curling at his lips as his gaze lingered at her belly.
"Ah, so you are no longer pure. Just as I had expected from the thief's little whore. Not that I can blame him, she is quite tempting, isn't she?"
His men grumbled in agreement, some of them chuckling as they stared at the seemingly helpless woman in front of them. Almost eight months pregnant, Amunet held her ground as she gripped the sword a little tighter behind her when they had edged towards her a little more.
Her eyes fell back to the Pharaoh, who was smiling at her, like one would after catching a particularly difficult prey.
"Now this can all end very agreeably if you simply get on your knees before me and beg for mercy. I am... a compassionate King," he spoke as his men laughed at the last statement.
Amunet swallowed, finding that her anger was winning over any fear she had about what should happen in the next few moments.
"Get out of my house," she said slowly through gritted teeth.
"Oh my sweet flower, don't you want to avoid hurting the little demon festering inside of her?"
"Call off your men if they don't want to die along with you, the Gods won't look very kindly after you in the afterlife," she said, narrowing her eyes in challenge of his threat.
He chuckled maniacally, dropping his head back and saying in a low voice,
"Make sure she's alive when you all are through,"
With that they all charged at Amunet, who pulled out the sword behind her and killed the first man who swung at her by splitting the top of his head. As his blood sprayed onto her she moved quickly to avoid his crumbling body and moved through the men as calmly as she had been when she was chopping her vegetables. Men fell to the floor as Amunet sliced and blew through the soldiers as though she manipulated time itself. Striking one after another away, she drew a second sword from behind a man who lost his sight to the hilt of her blow.
As the majority of the men began to falter around her, she kept an eye on the Pharaoh who had almost lazily drawn his sword in acknowledgment. She struck down the final two men, knocking one of them out cold while the other wept as he gripped the stub that used to carry his hand.
The Pharaoh grinned, amused at the scene before him he stepped forward and gestured to her stomach with his blade.
"I wonder how long it will take to expel that demon from your body. Perhaps only seconds," he smirked.
Amunet's eyes glared fire as she moved her body into a complete circle, slicing her swords through the air around the Pharaoh with such forced that his ears rang. As they began to fight, Amunet noticed how fast and aggressive his movements were, and realized that she was already out of breath. She knew that he had only brought that many men in order to wear her down enough to the point that she would be easy pickings for the King, the fear of what would happen if she lost scared her deeply but fought back with every ounce of strength she could possible find. She struggled to maintain her calm movements, but her pregnancy had played right into the Pharaoh's hands.
"Come on flower, don't you want to succumb to your powerful King?" he said as their swords met between them, each testing the other's will. "I am merciful upon women who learn that their place is at my feet," he smirked again.
Her anger boiled over at his words, causing her to strike him with such force that he was thrown back into the wall. Unbeknownst to Amunet, his lips had curled into a sly grin as he dodged her second attack. His movement was too fast as he had grabbed long black hair, winding it up so quickly around his hand so that she was pulled backward into his chest as he swiftly brought the blade in his hand to her throat.
"Drop them now,"
Amunet reluctantly dropped her swords after a moment of struggling caused the skin on her throat to break, leaving red droplets to ooze from her tender skin.
She felt his chest on her back vibrate as he chuckled, his breath suddenly hot on her ear,
"See, training you to be obedient shouldn't be as difficult as you think,"
Amunet grunted as the sword began to press deeper into her skin, she felt warm liquid ooze down her collar bone as she clutched the arm that had now moved to hold her own down.
"You must behave now, or you'll be begging for death, understand?" his low voice sending tremors through her body as she processed the fact that she had lost. More soldiers began to make their way into the house, as he inhaled the scent of her hair as he clutched her body closer to him. Amunet closed her eyes, remembering how Akefia had always loved the smell of her hair, regardless of how long it had been since she had last washed it. The happy memory brought tears down her cheeks as the Pharaoh ordered one of the soldiers to tie her up.
The guard quickly did so, binding her wrists and ankles together tightly before wrapping a noose around her neck and handing the end of the rope to the Pharaoh. He had adjusted his hold as the man did his work, and despite all her struggling, Amunet was completely bound and at the mercy of the man behind her. Without much effort, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her outside as more men piled into the house in order to retrieve their fallen comrades.
"Have mercy on me," she whispered, disgusted at how the words had fallen from her lips.