In the days that followed his reconnection with his sister, Yugi kept having flashes of anger and desire that he could not explain. He was anxious all of the time and could barely sit still. Even the teachers had commented on his abnormal jumpiness. Whenever his friends would ask him about it, he could not quite explain. All he knew was that something was wrong with Umi. He had tried repeatedly to call her, but she had never answered.

"Grandpa. I have to see Umi." he said one morning, his leg bouncing nervously. When he tried to stop it, his foot tapped instead.

"Yugi, you're shaking the table."

"Something is wrong, Grandpa. I need to see her, to help her."

"If something was wrong, don't you think Umi would have told us by now? That she would have called?" The old man said. Yugi was not so sure. He took a sip as his eyes darted around the room. His grandfather seemed so calm.

"Still, I want to see her." He said.

"Yugi, you know I can't send you to America right now. Besides, you'll be late for school."

Yugi stood in a huff and left. He walked absently to school, but could not shake the anxious feeling that had been building within him. He saw the school gate in the distance as he stood on the top of a hill. He knew he should keep walking to the gate and let himself be trapped within those walls for the next several hours, but he could not move his feet. He was glued to the spot as his sister's sadness and shame reached him. Whatever was happening to her, it was happening again. He could not stand the feelings that poured through their bond from her. He could not bear to feel her so sad, but he was helpless.

"You are not helpless, Partner."

Yugi's hand cradled the Millennium Puzzle that hung around his neck as his Other Self spoke to him.

"But I can't do anything to help her." he murmured back. The spirit of the puzzle seemed as anxious as he felt.

"Maybe you can't, but there might be others who can." his other self suggested. Yugi groaned in frustration as he watched the gate slide closed at the entrance of the school.

"Shit."

"Well, you might as well figure out how to help her, Partner."

Yugi turned and started back the way he came.

"Grandpa doesn't believe that anything is wrong."

"Does he have to believe you?"

"If I want him to cough up the airfare to get to America he does."

"I see." His other self sighed. Yugi just continued walking. He let his feet carry him through the city. He barely recognized the familiar landmarks as he passed them. Before long, he realized that he had walked all the way to the business district. Tall buildings surrounded him as he passed the train station. His feet were tired, but he was no closer to a solution. He sat on the edge of a large planter that sat on the edge of the square. Business men and women passed in a hurry. A few looked his way but most were so preoccupied with their own goings-on that they did not even turn in his direction. No one here would be able to help him, nor would they even care about his sister's plight. A tall young man walked quickly through the square, his attention focused on a device in his hand. Though he did not notice Yugi sitting on the ledge, Yugi recognized him immediately. A young boy, not any taller than Yugi darted after the man. The boy struggled to keep up while carrying a silver case that was nearly half his height. It was obvious that the pair were together, even if the older one did not acknowledge the younger.

"Kaiba." Yugi muttered as he watched them hurry up a set of stairs and disappear into the tallest building that lined the square.

"He owes us. They both do." the spirit echoed his thoughts.

"Yeah, but who's keeping count?" Yugi muttered as he hopped down from his perch. He hurried up the steps and into the office building behind the Kaiba brothers. He saw Mokuba talking to a receptionist as Seto scanned through some documents that a clerk had handed him. Yugi took a deep breath as he approached the pair. Mokuba saw him first.

"Yugi! Hey!" the young boy greeted him excitedly. Mokuba had always been more pleasant than his brother, even if he did on occasion demonstrate the elder Kaiba's indifference and petulance.

"Hi Mokuba, how have you been?" Yugi smiled as he gripped the straps to his backpack nervously. He tried to keep his focus on the younger brother despite the intense gaze of the older.

"Oh, well, you know. Could be better, could be worse. We just got back from..."

"That's enough, Mokuba." Seto cut him off. His voice was like a cold winter's day, crisp and chilling in how it hits you suddenly. "Let's go." The older Kaiba turned toward the elevator without giving Yugi a second glance.

"Sorry, Yugi." Mokuba hoisted the case once more and smiled apologetically. "We'll catch up some other time." The younger Kaiba called over his shoulder as he entered the elevator. Yugi sniffed angrily and looked around. He needed help. Either of them could give him what he needed, but neither had let him even ask. Yugi squeezed his eyes closed before he set his mind to his goal and took off in a sprint for the elevator. He reached the doors just before they closed and he was able to force his way inside. Seto narrowed his eyes as he met Yugi's angry stare.

"We need to talk." Yugi said with uncharacteristic confidence and courage. The anger and fear coursing through him felt exhilarating. Seto just snorted before he looked away. Yugi tapped his fingers against his leg nervously as the feelings that had driven him into the elevator waned. The ride to the top of the building was long, much longer than he had imagined. The silence in the elevator was oppressive. Mokuba shifted next to him and cleared his throat. Seto crossed his arms in silence. Yugi could hear each breath and with each inhale, felt his doubt grow just a bit more. The chime sounded and the doors slid open. Seto pushed his way past Yugi and walked down the long corridor to the open door at the end. He did not look back once. Mokuba motioned for Yugi to follow him as he also left the elevator. The hallway stretched forever as Yugi followed Mokuba toward the door his brother had entered.

The office was enormous. Yugi imagined that the entirety of his grandfather's game shop could fit within a small corner of the massive room. Windows stretched from floor to ceiling, providing him with a panoramic view of the city below. Yugi's jaw dropped open in awe.

"You said we needed to talk, so talk." Seto said, taking a seat behind a large wooden desk.

"You need to help me."

"Like hell I do." Seto crossed his arms and leaned back in the large leather chair. He glared at Yugi.

"You owe me, Kaiba."

Seto snorted.

"For what?"

"I don't know, maybe freeing you from Pegasus? Or how about rescuing you from the video game your employees trapped you in? Or, my favorite, saving your company from takeover not once but twice?"

"I never asked for your help. As far as I'm concerned, you helped out of the goodness of your heart and therefore I owe you nothing."

"You slimy bastard." Yugi spat, wondering what exactly Umi saw in him that made her fall so hard.

"if that is all, Yugi, you can show yourself out." Seto turned his attention to the documents that needed review. Yugi, feeling the rage explode within him slammed his hand down on the paperwork.

"My sister is in danger, Kaiba. I need to find her. She's in America and I need to get there. Now." Yugi's eyes burned with unshed, angry tears as he stared down the elder Kaiba. Slowly, Yugi pulled his hand away, leaving a small photo of him with Umi behind. "If you have even a milligram of compassion, Kaiba, help me."

"You think too highly of me."

Yugi balled his hands into fists as he glared at the other young man's cold, uncaring face. He wanted to scream, but he settled for storming out of the office. Seto turned back to his work when he saw the picture. His eyes grew wide as they fell upon the face of his rival's sister. Mokuba, who had been watching from the sidelines, glared at Seto before darting out after Yugi. Seto pulled out the locket he wore around his neck out and popped it open. A much younger Mokuba smiled up at him from inside the carefully removed the picture of his brother and slipped a small piece of folded paper out from its hiding place beneath it. He unfolded the paper and compared it to the picture Yugi had left on the desk when he had stormed out. The same girl looked out from both of them. Seto's hands shook slightly as he held the images up. The girl's green eyes made his head swim and his heart race, though he did not know why.

"His sister, huh?" He looked at the girl in the photos. He could see the resemblance to her brother in the picture where Yugi stood next to her. Seto was surprised he had not put it together earlier, now that he saw just how similarly they looked. He slipped both pictures into the center drawer on his desk and pulled a keyboard to him. He found himself on the Internet searching for her, his mystery girl now that he knew at least a little more about her.

Yugi stormed down the hallway, his head reeling from the encounter with Kaiba.

"I didn't mind crush him hard enough." His Other Self quipped, sharing his partner's anger. Yugi felt a vague sense of satisfaction at his Other Self's violent nature.

"No need for that. We'll just have to find another way."

"Yugi! Wait!"

Mokuba was running down the hallway and slid to a stop in front of the older boy.

"I'll help you."

"Mokuba?"

"You're right. We do owe you. Seto will never admit it, but I will. So I'll help you. What do you need?" The younger Kaiba looked up at him with large, round, expectant, indigo eyes. Yugi sighed in relief. Perhaps coming here had been a good idea after all, he thought.

"Thanks, Mokuba."

A few hours later, Yugi sat on the luxurious private jet, shifting uncomfortably in the leather chair.

"Are you sure your brother will be alright with this?" He asked as Mokuba flopped heavily into the chair across from him.

"Oh, Seto's probably going to kill me, but this is something I have to do."

Yugi drummed nervously on the table top. A flight attendant placed drinks and snacks on the table between them, but Yugi and Mokuba ate them in silence. Yugi tried to still his mind and reach out to his sister. He could feel her distant presence, but his sense of her wavered between her anger and numb resignation. She felt different now compared to how she felt when she was suffering from grief alone.

"So, how are we going to find your sister?" Mokuba asked, breaking the silence.

"I'll find her."

"But how? Where does she live? Does she go to school? Is she fitted with some sort of GPS tracking device? Actually, scratch that. I don't want to give Seto ideas."

Yugi raised his eyebrows at the last statement, but decided to ignore it otherwise.

"Umi is my twin. I can feel when she's close."

"Is that how you knew she was in trouble?"

"Yeah, but she won't talk to me, so I don't know what kind of trouble or how I might help her. I just know that something bad is happening to her and I need to try to stop it."

"Let's hope we can rescue her quickly. Seto will freak out if I'm missing for too long."

"You didn't tell him?"

"There is no way he would let me go if I did."

"Your brother is a real piece of work, isn't he."

"He's not so bad, actually. He's rude and ill-tempered, but he has a good heart. You know, he single-handedly transformed Kaiba Corporation from a weapons design and development company. He can't stand the idea of his name being attached to things that will make more orphans."

"I. I didn't know." Yugi smiled at Mokuba wondering if somehow Umi had seen past the hard exterior to the softer depths of Kaiba that Mokuba described. He felt just a touch of pity for the young man, but nothing could fully erase everything Kaiba had done to his family.

Umi had played along the best she could and had given in to all of Derek's demands, but he held her on an ever-tightening leash. He dropped her off at school and picked her up daily. As soon as they returned to her mother's home, he would begin filming her or demanding sex, sometimes both. She was allowed to complete her school work only after pleasing him, either personally or with her performance. She was only rarely allowed to see her friends. They all asked her about it, if something was wrong, but she could not bring herself to admit what was happening. She always told them that she was having a difficult time with the grief. She was deeply ashamed that she had let him have his way, that she was not strong enough to fight him, or to think she could achieve her dreams on her own terms.

The afternoon sessions spread to mornings as well once Derek moved into the house she had shared with her mother. Her mother's urn sat prominently on a shelf in the living room watching over all that happened to her. He had put it there on purpose. Umi could still feel the spirit of her mother in the house, and it always felt like her mother was crying every time she let him have his way. Despite her guilt over the entire situation, Umi was satisfied with the results he had gotten. The immigration hearing had gone quite smoothly and she was granted a temporary visa to continue school. She would have to resubmit at the end of the school year, but Derek had assured her that it would be easier next time around-at least if she continued being a 'good girl'. She did not feel like a good girl. Umi felt dirty. All the time. She showered at least twice a day, usually more, but she could not wash away the soiled feeling that had started eating away at her soul. Neferet was her only comfort, whispering words of encouragement and constantly looking for a way to escape. He held her leash so tightly that none had presented themselves.

On a few occasions, he had made her skip school in order to have his way with her. The following days, she always wore long sleeves to class because the bindings would rub her wrists raw. She told the office that she had been sick. With her mother's death, the administration had be exceedingly lenient with her missed days. Everyone was intensely sympathetic, but Umi felt alone, secluded. None of her friends had lost a parent, let alone two. Sure some of them had experienced divorce or a parent running out on them, but it was nothing like knowing they are gone forever.

In class, Umi would stare at nothing. She was smart enough to perform passably well without paying attention, but she knew that her grades were slipping. Her teachers commented on it regularly, but always with that sticky air of sympathy. It was always 'I know you are having a difficult time,' or 'let me know if I can help in any way.' They did not really want to help. If they did, Umi thought, they would help her get away from him. Help her break the deal she had made with the devil and find a way for her to stay, to pursue her dreams without sacrificing herself on their altar.

She sat alone one day at lunch, just staring. She had not touched her food when her friends sat down next to her. She sighed, but did not acknowledge their presence.

"Umi, want to go shopping with us after school? I need to pick up my new camera." Terese asked before taking a sip of her drink.

"I can't." Umi's voice was flat, lifeless. She picked at a blade of grass near her leg.

"Umi, you never do anything with us anymore." Christa complained.

"I'm sorry. I just. I don't feel like it right now."

"I know you're still upset about your mom, but you can't let it eat you up inside. It's important to find some semblance of normality despite the grief. At least that's what my therapist tells me." Terese said.

"You talk to your therapist about me?" Umi could not help the small smile the crept across her lips. While they may not be able to share in her pain, Umi felt awash in their love.

Terese blushed heavily.

"Well, yeah. I've been worried about you. Besides, what is therapy for if not to talk about your feelings?"

Umi laughed for the first time since her mother had passed. It was a healing, belly chortle that would not end.

"Maybe you should give it a try, Umi." Christa suggested.

"Maybe I will." Umi vowed to talk to the office about meeting with the mental health provider at school. Umi sat with her friends for the rest of the lunch period feeling more like herself than she had in weeks. But her mood took a dive when she found out that her guardian would have to grant permission for her to meet with the therapist. She asked Derek about it on the way home and he flatly refused.

"Why the fuck would you need to see a therapist? People used to deal with shit all the time without whining about their feelings."

Umi decided to drop the matter. She wiped silent tears from her face as prattled on about the new toy he had gotten for her. He had been filming her masturbating or using various toys in a twisted sort of review video series. She knew he had posted them on-line, but he had assured her that she was not identifiable in anyway. She did not believe him, but she was too scared to seek them out and see for herself. He had also assured her that he never posted the videos he had taken of her having sex with him. She did not believe that either. She forced herself to focus on her goal and prayed for the few hours alone she would have. She never thought she would be so excited to do her schoolwork.

"Christa asked me to hang out with her. I know I can't today, but would it be alright this weekend?" she asked timidly. She felt his eyes burning into her.

"I guess."

Umi released a held breath as relief washed over her.

"Also, build season starts soon for robotics..."

"You're not doing robotics."

"What?!" Umi's heart raced as she stared at him. "But..."

"Isn't what you do mostly on the computer anyway?"

"Yes, but."

"Then you can work from home. We have to start packing things up."

"What? Why?"

"I need to sell the house."

Umi stared at him as he drove back to the home in which she had grown up.

"You can't."

"I can, and I will. We'll put things that you want to keep in storage, but I need to put the house on the market before the end of the school year. Taxes on it are awful. Don't worry, I'll put the money away for you." He squeezed her leg. Umi was convinced it was another lie.

Yugi could feel his sister more strongly once they landed. He gave directions to her house as best he could.

"It's really the only landmark I know. It's also where she grew up, so it's as good a place to start as any." he told Mokuba as they climbed into the back of the limo. The city was awash in darkness, but light glowed from the streets, like liquid fire through the veins of a massive beast. The long past sunset still painted the sky with reds and purples as twilight came in the distance. Night had already falling in parts of the city. The trip to his mother's home took longer than he remembered, but he did not know if it was due to his poor directions or his heightened sense of anxiety.

When they pulled up in front of the small house, Yugi felt his sister within. She still felt numb to him.

"This is is." He hopped out of the vehicle before it had fully stopped and ran up to the door. Mokuba slid out of the limo after him. His bodyguard-brought at the insistence of Roland-stood next to the vehicle, his arms crossed, waiting and watching.

Yugi tried the handle, only to find that the door was locked.

"Right." he muttered, remembering how his mother had always made him lock the door behind him when he had visited before. He knocked loudly on the wooded portal. No one answered. He knew Umi was inside. He could feel her. He knocked again on the door but also in Umi's mind. He shrank back in surprise when an older man answered. The American stood in the door clad in a robe but not much else. He seemed about as tall as Joey, but it was enough to make Yugi look up to meet his eyes. His brown eyes were pools of cruelty in an otherwise friendly face.

"Can I help you?" the American said with annoyance in his voice. Yugi opened his mouth once, twice to answer but nothing came forth. The man's annoyance grew as he waited. He was about to close the door on Yugi and Mokuba when Yugi found his voice.

"I'm looking for my sister." he said hurriedly, pushing against the door.

"Your sister."

"Yes, she lives here. This is our mother's house, or it was..." Yugi looked at the few thing he could see through the door, though the American occupied most of it. What he saw further convinced him that he had managed to find the right house. "Her name is Umi. Muto Umi." He called to her through their link once more, this time breaking through the numbness. Noise on the stairs drew the man's attention, and Yugi saw his sister hurrying toward him. She pushed passed the man who blocked the door and threw herself at him. Yugi pulled her in a tight embrace, as tightly as she had held him when he had returned from Duelist Kingdom, but her momentum had nearly sent them both tumbling backward down the steps. Mokuba stepped in to brace them. Umi's tears wet his shoulder and neck as she buried her face against him.

"Yugi." She said, though he was not sure if she whispered it, or if he had heard it within his heart. She pulled him into the house, past the old man in the robe. Yugi glanced at him suspiciously as she took his hand and led him to the couch. Mokuba followed. Yugi saw the younger boy give the man a suspicious glance as well.

"What are you doing here?" Umi asked, excitement creeping into her voice for the first time in ages. Tears still streamed down her face. Yugi brushed her cheeks to wipe them away.

"You needed me." He echoed her words. "Sorry it took me so long to get here." She shook her head, smiling before touching her forehead against his.

"I'm just glad you're here."

Yugi smiled as well, feeling the closeness of his twin's spirit and the fire that had been suppressed for so long reigniting. She no longer was the wall of lethargy that he had felt.

"So, you must be Yugi, then." The man said, joining the group of youths in the living room. He leaned against the wall, lording over them and smiling a saccharine fake smile. "Your mother told me all about you." Yugi felt his back go rigid.

"I doubt that. And you are?"

"This is Derek Williams. He was a colleague, a friend of Mom's." Yugi noted that Umi's voice was tense.

"I was sort of her boyfriend, though we kept our relationship extremely quiet. She did not want to worry you two."

Yugi felt a warning tug at his heart as his Other Self stirred anxiously.

"I would have been happy for Mother to have found someone to care for. We lost Dad so long ago." he challenged the idea.

"Well, that was her decision. Just as it was her decision to make me executor of her estate should anything happen to her before the two of you turned eighteen. Your grandfather thought it was for the best that she have someone local to handle her affairs."

"Grandpa knew about this?" Yugi looked from the man to his sister.

"In theory, yes, but I don't know if Sakura had told him the details after the will was finalized." Yugi and Umi both bristled at hearing Derek say their mother's given name.

"Anyway, Yugi." Umi turned his attention back upon her. "How long can you stay?" Yugi turned to Mokuba, who had sat silently.

"We can't stay long. Seto's already probably going to kill me for taking off without telling him." the young boy said.

"Umi. This is Kaiba Mokuba. He owed me a favor." Yugi smiled. "And he's my friend." Mokuba grinned at the statement.

"A pleasure to meet you, Umi." Mokuba bowed slightly to her.

"Kaiba? As in?"

"His younger brother."

"Oh." Umi blushed. "Can you at least stay for dinner? Maybe we can go out?" She looked pleadingly at Derek, whose sigh held an edge of anger as he threw his hands up and stalked out of the room.

"Do whatever you want. Just be home by curfew."

Seto had far more success than he imagined uncovering information about Yugi's sister. She was very active on social media-at least until a couple of months prior. She went by the name 'greeneyedasian' on most sites, notably on Instagram, Twitter and some random robotics competition forum called Chief Delphi. He found her picture everywhere-from news sites talking about her school's robotics team, to one of her friend's photography websites. The photo that Yugi had left was featured prominently on that site.

Scrolling through her Instagram, Seto found himself smiling at the various images she posted or was tagged in. He was surprised at how often the images showed off her love of technology. She had pictures of digital designs and then the corresponding creation made real. There were pictures of her and her friends, sometimes just hanging out, other times working. More recently, the images turned dark and sad. Some of the selfies broke what little he still had of his heart. There were pictures of her where she had obviously been crying. Her eyes were red and raw with dark circles and streaks surrounding them as if she had not slept in days and her make-up had been smeared from her attempts to wipe the tears away. He could see exactly how hard the death of her mother had struck her. And the change was sudden. One day, her images were airy, light and fun, while the next was full of loneliness and empty shadows.

Oh a whim, he created an account and followed her. He was fascinated by the images, both the light and the dark. He was looking at her pictures as Roland entered the office.

"Sir, it is extremely late."

Seto looked up at the man who served as his bodyguard, chauffeur, and all around go-to guy. He had not noticed before, but the light that had once poured in through his wall of windows had shifted from the brightness of the sun to the neon glow of the city below. Seto looked at the clock on his laptop. It was indeed late. He wondered how long he had gotten sucked into her world of images as he stood and stretched. His joints ached from lack of use.

"Where's Mokuba?" he asked, yawning.

"I think he went home, Sir." Roland said hesitantly. Seto looked at him. He knew the man was lying.

"Roland." He started to accuse when his phone vibrated. His 'greeneyedasian' had posted a new picture: a group selfie of her with her brother... and Mokuba. They were all smiling, though her smile was subdued.

"Son of a bitch." Seto muttered. "Did you know, Roland?"

"Know what, Sir?"

Seto thrust the phone toward his guard.

"Ah. I see."

"Did. you. know." Seto said through clenched teeth.

"I did."

Seto huffed and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

"Where are they?"

"Excuse me, Sir?"

"Where are they? Where did he go?"

"I believe they landed in San Francisco."

"Dammit. I really should put a GPS tracker on that boy." Seto rubbed his tired eyes. "Please tell me he has protection? Someone's watching over him?" The last thing he needed was to go traipsing across the world to rescue his fool brother.

"Of course, Sir. I would not think to put either of you in danger."

"But you let him go to San Francisco. With Yugi. After I had already told him that we weren't going to help."

"I'm sorry, Sir. But Mokuba was very concerned with the safety of Yugi's sister. And he did mention something about being indebted to Yugi."

Seto lightly tapped his head against the wall next to the door.

"I guess my thoughts on the matter mean nothing to anyone." He sighed heavily before looking at the picture once more. The last thing he wanted to do was anything that would help Yugi. The boy had humiliated him enough, and Seto did not want to have a hand in him doing so again. But the more he looked at her, the more he was drawn. He regretted turning Yugi away, not because he wanted to help his rival, but because he felt he needed to meet her. "Stupid, idiot brother." He stormed from the office.

Dinner had not convinced Yugi that everything was fine. Umi had put on a good showing. She might be able to convince her friends, and she had convinced Mokuba, but he knew better. And now more than ever, he felt something was wrong. She would not talk about it to him though. He got on the plan still feeling the urge to kick something. He wanted to grab her and drag her home with him, but he had not solid reason to. Nothing but the feeling that things were amiss. He landed heavily in a chair.

"You're sister's really nice." Mokuba said, joining him.

"Yeah, well, she's also really stupid." Yugi rubbed his temples.

"She seems to be fine."

"Did that guy, what was his name? Derek? Did he creep you out?"

"Um. I'm not sure. Maybe?"

"He definitely gave me a weird vibe. Like he didn't want us there."

"Now that you mention it, he did seem put off by Umi's request to go out for dinner."

Yugi closed his eyes. His foot tapped rapidly against the floor.

"I thought this would help. Or that I would be able to convince her to come home. I should have known better. She's never listened to me, not really. She's always done what she's wanted, when she's wanted." He took a deep breath before opening his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mokuba."

"For what?"

"For asking you to do all of this for nothing. For getting you in trouble with your brother, for nothing."

The younger boy shook his head.

"It's fine. I'm glad I got to meet your sister. Though I wish she would have come back with us. I'd like to hang out with her again."

Yugi grinned at his companion.

"Do you have a crush on my sister, Mokuba?"

"What? No!" the younger boy's cheeks turned scarlet.

"It's alright, Mokuba. Umi tends to have that effect on people. They all think she's great until the realize how big of a nerd she really is. The last time she visited, Joey and Tristan were practically fighting over who would sit next to her." Yugi laughed. "You know, the same sort of thing happened with your brother when they met."

"Really. I cannot imagine Seto having a crush on anyone."

Yugi laughed and proceeded to tell the younger Kaiba about his brother's duel for a kiss.

Umi's was happy when she walked into the house, but her joy was quickly shattered as she was faced with Derek's anger. His hand stung against her cheek and his grip was tight against her wrist as he dragged her up the stairs to her bedroom.

"You screwed up my plans for tonight." he spat at her through clenched teeth. "Did you know he was coming?"

"No." her voice was barely a whisper. He pulled her closer and yelled at her.

"Did you know he was coming? I couldn't hear you!"

"No!" her voice wavered as the tears started to fall.

"On your knees." He pushed her down to the carpeted floor before forcing himself into her mouth. He grabbed a small hand-held camera and pointed it at her as she sucked on his manhood. "Look up at me, let everyone see your pretty little face. Show them how much you love dick in your mouth." She did as he asked, trying to contort her face into something akin to pleasure despite the panic and fear rising in her heart. He pulled out of her mouth just as he began to ejaculate, squirting white fluid all over her face.

"Lick it up. Tell the people how much you love to eat cum." She licked her lips and closed her eyes in what she hoped was a way that would please him. She used her fingers to bring the fluid to her mouth, where she sucked it off of the tips.

"Yum. I love it." she said breathlessly, chewing lightly on her bottom lip.

"Good. Now take off your clothes. Slowly."

It was not an unusual request, but Umi had not yet been filmed doing so. She felt herself grow timid.

"What's with that silly face, girl? You scared?" His mocking tone made her anger rise. Her cheeks flushed and she stripped herself of her clothing as he had asked, but not as slowly as he had wanted. He put the camera down and grabbed her by the throat. His grip on her neck was like a vice.

"Next time I ask you to do something, you do it." he hissed in her ear before pushing her toward the bed and picking up the camera. He set the camera on a tripod and mounted her.

"You going to fuck me?"

He slipped a loop of fabric over each of her wrists before pulling them tight.

"No. I'm not." He spread her legs wide and slipped a large dildo between them. He leaned over and strapped her ankles down as well. She lay naked, spread eagle on the bed as he switched on the vibrator. She immediately felt the arousal that she had tried to deny as he had fucked her mouth. He stood behind the camera watching, filming as she approached climax. Then he turned off the device and pulled it from her wet pussy.

"What?" She tried to sit up, but could only lift her head. He smirked at her from the end of the bed.

"Bad girls don't get to cum. No matter how much they might want it."

Her body was flush with desire, with need. She struggled against the bonds that held her, trying to touch herself, to find release. But the squirming did nothing to relieve her. She was so focused on her own struggles that she did not see how they aroused him. He teased her nipples with light touches of his fingers. He slid just the tip of his dick against her mound.

"Please." she begged. "Please, put it back, eat me, fuck me. Use your fingers, I don't care. Just give it to me." She hated that she had to beg, that she wanted it so much.

"Ask me again." He had the camera zeroed in on her desperate face.

"Please. Oh God, Please."

He thrust himself into her and felt her immediately tighten around his cock. He captured every expression as she was overcome with pleasure. He leaned over her.

"You know you love this, that this is the best thing that's happened to you. We don't need anyone, you and me."

Her entire body quivered as he thrust into her, seeking his own release. She hated him for what he had done to her, but she also hated that he was right about how much she liked it. She closed her eyes as he finished for the night and collapsed next to her. She sought out Neferet's memories to help wash his face from her thoughts.

"I have shown you my greatest loves, Umi, but you need to learn about the darkness." the spirit within whispered as Umi drifted to sleep.