I faced away from the door and, for the first time, took the opportunity to get a good look at the place.

It was huge. There was no way this was a miniature mansion. A marvelous chandelier hung above the steps, decorated in beautifully shaped light bulbs and small, glittering diamonds. I couldn't tell if they were real, but I assumed they were just because it was simply that awesome. Don't even get me started on the actual lights that lined the house. They were adjustable...adjustable.

I stopped tilting my head back and turned to my right. The bottom of the stairs (white marble, carpeted in a pretty red, by the way) swept outward, showing me a large entertainment room behind sliding glass doors. Bookshelves lined the beige walls and a plasma screen decorated the wall in front. A large, four-seating couch perched several feet away from it and a glass table in between the two. But that wasn't what sent me over the edge.

It was the small fish tank within the table that made my eye twitch. What, did he rob a bank or something? Bakura had some buku bucks, and had only been in Domino for a few days. But aside from that, nothing else was really all that personalized about the place. I felt like I was inside an advertisement.

With a bit of effort, I managed to tear my eyes away from the giant TV and hesitantly looked to the left, afraid of collapsing from the breath-taking sight. I saw a grand, first class kitchen, complete with appliances that made food on their own at the press of a button. I was in Heaven, I swear to Ra. My mouth watered at imagining what could be inside the stainless steel, onyx refrigerator.

Off to the side, I noticed more glass doors in the corner of the kitchen, amazed that there was more to this place. Looking around I was impressed at how well the theme was brought out. It wasn't too grand that it was distasteful, yet it was simple enough to get comfortable in.

"Ra damn..." I whispered. "Bakura, how in the world are you able to afford this?"

"Lottery."

I stopped short. It took a moment for that thought to process. "You won the lottery?"

"Sixty-four million jackpot, which would have been seventy million if it weren't for tax." he explained with a shrug. "Spent a good bit on this place. It, and the forest behind it, belongs to me. When you're done getting whiplash staring at all the pretty walls, I might show you the upstairs, yet."

"Okay, smart ass." I thought with a bit of distaste. But I kept my mouth shut for fear of being kicked out into the storm. I hoisted my bag on my shoulder and went to follow him when a loud 'Dooong' rang throughout the house. I looked up to see a second edition grandfather clock resting against the front wall. I gasped at the time.

"I've been asleep for six hours!" I exclaimed. I hadn't even thought about the time! Had it only been six hours? Was it still Monday?

"Five. You woke up an hour ago." corrected Bakura, halfway up the steps.

I silently followed, curious to see the rest of the house. I was almost at the top when he suddenly turned to look back at me, eyes glittering with mischievousness. He ran off into the left corridor and I reached out towards where he went.

"Bakura, wait!" I called. But he had left me there, lost in his big-ass house. The lights suddenly turned down until I could only make out the shapes of things.

That limey bastard, I thought with rage. However...

Part of me felt sly. I could mess with things, break priceless aquariums in tables, show him not to abandon me in this maze-like house. But part of me was frightened. I hardly knew Bakura. And after that episode with the pipe, I didn't want to be alone in this place with him in the dark. And in a cast, mind you.

I set my stuff down on the steps and outstretched my hands, feeling for the wall. I used that as my guide as my other hand felt for doors or obstacles. What on Earth is that boy trying to do?

After a few minutes, he turned off the lights completely, everything shutting off with an eerie "Ooooooo" sound, like a sweeper when you unplugged it. My only light source was the occasional flash of lightning.

I cried out as I smacked into a glass door, gently sliding it open and shut. My plan was to just hide somewhere for a long time until he quit his shenanigans and turned the lights back on. But first, I needed to find a good place to hide. Closets were out, since he found me pretty quickly when I woke up. After a few minutes of walking around, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could make out a bar.

Perfect. I could hide in a liquor cabinet and figure out what the hell to do next. I dunno what was wrong with Bakura, but my spine tingled at the thought of what his purpose for doing this was.

Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled over to the bar and inched inside a cabinet of Jack Daniels, taking a glass with me.

I didn't know how long I'd be in there. May as well have a sip. I was eighteen, so I could have alcohol in Japan. Is that the legal drinking age here? I didn't care, I just needed to think about stuff so I wouldn't worry.

But after the first sip, I put the glass back. Jack Daniels was a terrible brand. Besides, I didn't want to get intoxicated around Bakura, in case I'd need to flee for my life.

I'm about eighty percent sure I don't need to flee for my life. Ra, I hate maze games.

I couldn't feel my legs anymore. They've been tingling nonstop for the past twenty minutes, and the leg that's casted won't stop twitching and shaking the beer bottles. Damn thing'll give me away. If Bakura doesn't come for me soon, if ever, they'll need to be amputated.

Jeez, I was ready to bust out of here. I just wanted to go home and feed my damn dog and be away from nut houses.

My mind began to formulate crazy theories. What if Bakura lured girls in here and molested them? Or killed them? Or molested then killed them and sold their organs on the black market? Because that would frighteningly make a whole lot of sense. I could feel the logic draining from me in this darkness.

I got it. He's a cannibal! He plays with his victims and hunts them down in his house, then eats them! I gasped silently. That crazy Brit! I needed to call someone, get to salvation.

I was going to pull my phone out of my pocket when I remembered that my phone was in my bag, which I stupidly left on the stairs. I sighed in defeat and pressed a bottle of beer to my forehead.

Risk it and go for my back pack and probably get killed, or stay here and eventually get found and get killed and/or eaten? Either way, I seemed fucked.

A loud knock on the door startled me. Someone was here! I was saved! I shimmied out of the cabinet, knocking over a few bottles of alcohol and bolted through the dark screaming like a banshee.

"Help! Help, I'm here!" I shouted. "Crazy Brit's a cannibal! He's going to eat me!"

I tried running, but I'd been sitting there for so long my legs wouldn't listen to me. I stumbled through the room and grabbed on to whatever I could to hold me up. A few seconds later I was out of the room and back onto the balcony. Without thinking, I threw myself forwards and jumped the steps, from the top to the bottom.

Talk about a big mistake. I tripped over my bag and rolled down the steps to the front door. But my ass was so desperate and light deprived that I didn't feel anything. I threw the door open to come face to face with the mail man.

He jumped back and looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Ma'am, did you say someone was eating you, and then threw yourself down the stairs?"

I panted and stared at him in disbelief. I was so hopeful, so desperate for help, and I got a mail man. Why did Ra hate me?

"I...he's crazy...albino wants to kill me.." I muttered. I picked up my bag and gripped his shoulders. "Please take me away to a police station, a different building, anything. Get me out of here!"

The boy backed away and dropped the box in his hands. "I just...came by to deliver some chairs...I'll have the paperwork signed tomorrow...in the daylight." he whirled around and sped off towards a car, got inside and burned rubber, while I stood there looking out the door in boy pajamas looking like a crack addict.

I was grabbed and pulled back inside, once again feeling way to close for comfort as Bakura looked me down.

"...Sup." Shit.