Author's Notes: Well, here we go boys and girls. I meant to post sooner but alas, work is tiresome. Please keep in mind that this story is winding down so we are coming up on very graphic and mature content. Please, if you are squeamish with these kinds of things, or not old enough to be reading stuff like this...PLEASE STOP READING IT.
THIS IS RATED M FOR A REASON.
Hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was rough writing it..My poor Amunet...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!
"Oh my sweet flower, you didn't follow the simplest of instructions, so now you will have to be punished. Maybe if you stop struggling so much, I don't have to hurt you that badly," he smirked.
"I don't even know where he is, he abandoned me-"
The Pharaoh had looked down at Amunet's face as they approached a large cage on the back of a carriage, dropping her on the ground halfway through her sentence. As she groaned in pain, unable to catch herself due to the rope restraining her limbs, she suddenly felt her scalp searing as his hand rifled through her hair and yanked her, forcing her on her knees.
"He probably doesn't even know where I am," she said through gritted teeth.
"Why must you lie to me? I know very well he's been here. In fact, his stupidity and utter carelessness for you is what led me to your precious hiding spot. Who else has white hair in this part of the country?" his words dripped venom into Amunet, her blood was only rushing faster with her fear for the man still gripping her hair.
"He made it quite easy for his little prized possession to get captured," he smirked at her.
"He would never-" Amunet's words were caught off again, this time as the Pharaoh backhanded her face, causing her eyes to water at the sheer force he invoked.
"Did I allow you to speak?" he snarled into her as he bent over, still yanking her black locks upward.
Amunet glared up at him, images of their last encounter still blaring in front of her very eyes. Silently, she showed him how much hatred she possessed for him, her grey eyes moved him to come down to her level. He released her hair, only for his hand to find itself on the back of her neck, pulling her so close that their noses almost brushed.
"I give you permission to speak, what would you like to say to your King?" he said, enjoying her reaction to his words.
Amunet, knowing very well the consequences of her actions, repeated her mistake from their last encounter and spit in his face once more.
Her face stung even more as he backhanded her yet again.
"Since you want to behave like an animal, I must treat you like one," he said just before laying a barrage of hits onto Amunet, striking her face repeatedly until she fell to the ground. He gripped her hair off the rocky ground and began to drag her towards the cage that he had brought - knowing very well of her temperament.
Once he had approached the wagon, he opened the cage door with one hand while still holding on to her hair with the other. She was too tired at this point to force herself to stand as he yanked her in an attempt to do so, remaining as dead weight, Atem merely bent down to pick her up, tossing her into the cage.
Amunet watched him from inside the bars as he looked over her frame for what felt to her like a long while. He licked his lips and made his way over to his white horse, smiling a demented smile as he went.
….
Once they had reached the inside of the palace walls, the Pharaoh looked back at the cage which had now come to a complete stop. Amunet looked at him from behind the bars, fear evident in her eyes as he got off his horse and walked over to her at a leisurely pace.
She heard the lock turn and the door squeal open as she followed him to the now open door with her eyes.
"She won't come willingly, that will have to be taught to her later," he smirked.
"Retrieve her," he said to the guards surrounding him.
Ever obedient, his men clambered into the cage after Amunet, who broke the nose of the first guard to touch her, despite her hands being tied together. After a few feeble attempts, one guard managed to put her into a tight chokehold, while another held her from kicking, despite her legs being tied as well. The Pharaoh reached out and grabbed Amunet from the opening of the cage as if she were a piece of meat being handed to him from a butcher. As he held her bridal style, turning and walking up the palace steps, she stopped squirming and began to silently pray that nothing would happen to the baby and for Akefia to stay away, lest he get caught attempting to save her. Willing to sacrifice herself for either Akefia or the baby blossoming inside of her, her vision glazed over as the Pharaoh carried her through various hallways and large rooms. Occasionally glancing an eye over his newest acquisition of property, Atem let a grin slide over his features as his brows narrowed with devious intent.
Amunet held back the tears and attempted to swallow the knot in her throat as they entered what had to be his private chambers. As he took step, by agonizing step towards the bed, she began to squirm once more, unable to control her obvious fear. Dropping her onto the tops of his silken sheets, Amunet remained perfectly still for a moment before attempting to back away as much as her tied limbs would allow.
"You're looking quite vulnerable my dear," he said as he removed his cape from his shoulders, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
Amunet couldn't keep it together any longer once he had spoken, she began to feel nauseous and shook uncontrollably. Absolutely terrified, she began sobbing quite loud, much to her captor's enjoyment.
"Oh, what's wrong flower? Are you scared?" he spoke in a mocking tone that only proved to Amunet how scared she should in fact be.
He walked forward, removing the item around his neck to rest on the bed stand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he traced a finger down her arm.
Chills swept up Amunet's spine at his touch, and when he had procured a dagger she felt a slight pain in her stomach.
Please, don't come now little one. Please.
Enjoying her reaction to the weapon he had pulled out of his belt, he cut the bonds that held her legs together, running his hand over them once he was done.
"It's obvious why I brought you here, no?" he asked with a smirk that Amunet could have killed him for, if she were able.
Glaring back at him, Amunet did not make any movement to show him that she was going to respond.
He chuckled after a few seconds had passed between them, and got onto the bed, slightly straddling her thighs and pinning her arms over her head. As he leaned in, Amunet closed her eyes in preparation for the pain that would soon follow. Her cheek was already bruised and swollen from earlier, hitting her this time only served to make the skin on her cheek rip open in a small gash.
"I expect you to respond when I ask you a question, but I'll just ask you another one rather than repeating myself. Where is he?"
Amunet opened her watery eyes and saw his amethyst eyes glaring down at her.
"I don't know," she said, expecting another onslaught of pain at her response.
As he leaned closer to her, she felt a pressure on her stomach.
"There seems to be something getting in my way," he grinned mischievously.
With that he picked up the discarded dagger from his side and dragged the point of the blade across her stomach.
"Should I just cut it out, and then have my way with you?" he threatened.
Amunet felt the knot bobbing in her throat and gasped out a loud sob,
"Please, do what you will to me, but don't hurt the baby" she cried.
He chuckled, drawing back his dagger before saying,
"You're about to burst anyway, aren't you?"
Amunet shook her head slightly, mumbling, "I'm not even eight months along yet,"
"Seven months? You're quite large for seven months. Ah, the labor would probably kill you then anyways. Let me take care of it, my sweet little flower. I'll get rid of it for you, then all you have to think about is pleasuring me," he smiled at her as she continued to cry at his words.
He leaned down and kissed her tear stained cheeks, although she kept tossing her head to avoid his lips making contact with her skin. He quickly smacked her face, keeping his hand there to force the other side of her face into the pillow.
"You can either fight me and cause me to lose my temper, or you can be what the Gods intended a little whore like you to be, and obey, The latter will allow your brat to live longer," he said, lifting his hand off of her face.
She looked to him, with the best of her ability to see, fear plaguing her eyes as she closed them in silent compliance.
"Understand?" he smirked.
She did not make any move, nor say a word, causing him to grab her hair roughly and smack her face repeatedly until blood stained his hand and dripped down her cheek.
"Understand?" he repeated.
Reluctantly, Amunet nodded her head, too scared to actually speak as she could barely breathe in between her sobbing.
"I think you still don't get it. I want you to say, 'Yes, I understand'," gripping her arms as he snarled into her face.
"Yes, I understand," she choked out.
"Who?"
Amunet's breath hitched in her throat before she began to sob louder, flinching as he raised his hand to strike her.
"Who the fuck am I, you dirty little whore?!" he screamed.
She cried, sputtering out "Pharaoh,"
"Yes and as the Pharaoh, I am your what?" he bellowed.
She could only cry in response, knowing what he wanted from her and the fond memory she had of calling Akefia, Master, were punished and expelled from her thoughts.
"Too late," he said as he raised his hand and smacked her once more. Amunet felt more pain ripple not only through her cheek, but through her stomach as well. He raised his hand again, Amunet flinching and sputtering out a raspy, "Master!"
Atem's face melted into a sinister smile which peeled open at the corners of his lips and opening completely as he began to laugh maniacally. He lowered his hand to her head, petting her black hair and admiring it a little more with each stroke.
"I quite prefer you this way, never would have thought getting pregnant could be your downfall. Say it again, my pretty little whore," his words making Amunet cringe and writhe in fear below him.
Tears rolled down her face as she swallowed, "Master," she mumbled.
The Pharaoh groaned something animalistic and savage, moving his hand down to her breasts and ripping the fabric concealing them.
"Now let's see, oh yes. You were lying to me about the whereabouts of your little thief, weren't you?"
"I wasn't lying…Master," she almost retched as the word fell out of her mouth.
He snorted before ripping her dress all the way down the middle of her body. A hand gripped her throat, his nails digging into her flesh as another hand moved down in between her breasts. Using his nails with this hand as well, Atem dug into the area and dragged them down, scraping her tight skin over her belly. She felt a stronger wave of pain rippling through her and began to pray once more, Please not now, do not come now little one.
"Oh, but I think you are. However, I have many ways that I might be able to get the truth out of you yet…"