Third Person POV
Atem had been given a room of his own. He had no idea why. Shouldn't he be sleeping in his master's quarters on the floor, with nothing but a thin blanket and pillow to sleep on? That was how it has been with the last several masters he has been with, so they could easily order him about throughout the night. He was finding all this strange. Could his master really meant what he had said only a few hours ago? That he would not hurt him or use him in any way that all his other masters have done in the past? No! It can't be true! Maybe he's just pretending to be kind to get me to let my guard down before he shows his true colors! Well, he won't win! I know how things work! All masters are the same, in regards to treating their slaves. In a master's eyes, a slave is just a being that's used as an object and a laborer, nothing more. I am nothing but an object in his eyes, I'm sure! If he truly despised slavery, and had no intentions of getting a slave, he could have told his grandfather no! I will not fall for his false kindness and charms!
Yugi's POV
The slave I got today seems to truly despise me. I've tried to be kind to him, but he rebuffs it. Why? And what was that about him being cursed into slavery 5,000 years ago? There is no way that can be true, can it? Maybe I should ask him about his past. After all, we are going to be basically living with each other now, it seems only fair. I can't sleep any way. Maybe I should go see how he is doing. I gotta admit, he is kind of…attractive. Yugi Moto! Get those thoughts out of your head! I doubt he even thinks the same way! After all, you now own his very life. I doubt he would even want to consider you an option…
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Third Person POV
Yugi walked out of his room, and across the hall to Atem's room. He was nervous. What should he say to him? Now was not the time to be nervous. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply.
"Uh, hey can I come in?"
"Why do you ask? It is not like I have a choice in the matter. I have to let you in. As my master, I don't have a say in what you do regarding me. If you desire to come in, then you may."
"Why are you so harsh? I was just trying to be polite to you! I don't understand why you are acting like this towards me! I have kept my word in not harming you and treating you kindly. So what's the deal?"
"You think I give a damn? If you must know, It is the anniversary of the night I was enslaved. 5,000 years ago to be exact."
"What do you mean? You mentioned earlier today in your rant that you were cursed into slavery. What do you mean you were cursed? Could you tell me about it?"
"Is that a command?" Atem asked with a sneer.
"No. If you feel uncomfortable about it you don't have to tell me. I just thought that maybe if I knew, I could understand you a little more."
"Why? No one else has wanted to know. They never cared about my past. They only cared about how much labor I performed." Atem said, rather shocked. No one has ever asked to know what happened that night. Nobody. But this boy...my own master...truly seems concerned for me. Can I really trust him with this story?
"Very well. I shall tell you what happened. Believe me when I say, It's not a happy story at all."
Flashback Scene, 5,000 Years Ago
Third Person POV
Bakura had just cast his spell, and poor Atem was on his knees with his hands covering his face, sobbing. He knew what happened. He felt the spell take hold as soon as it was cast. Bakura had indeed gone through with his threat. He was now the slave of anyone who possessed the amulet.
"why? Why did you do this? You could have simply killed me, so why?!"
"Because Pharaoh,This was what you deserved! To serve those who are your betters! Now boy, time to put you to use. Hehehehe."
"Never! I won't serve you! Forget it!"
"Really? Lets test that theory. Kneel."
And Atem did. He knelt before the thief king. He felt pain in his knees as he went down. He looked at the thief king with horror in his eyes. He most definitely did not want to kneel before the man who ruined his life.
"Please, stop! I beg you! Release me from this spell!"
"I can't. Hehehehe. It is unbreakable! You will forever be a slave! Atem must never know,that the only way to break this curse is by an act of true love! Something that he shall never have!"
"Please, don't do this!"
"It's to late, boy! The spell is cast!"
Atem felt nothing but sadness and shame. He would now be forced to serve a man he hated and despised, as well as many others.
"Now, come here. I require your service on this glorious night!"
"No...please don't make me do this" Atem begged, as he slowly rose to his feet and walked closer to where the thief king laid on his bed.
"Now, strip. And be quick about it!" The thief king commanded.
Atem stripped and climbed on the bed, with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. He was being made to service the thief king sexually. Something he absolutely did not want to do. Through out the night, the thief king ordered him all through the night on the different things he wanted done, and poor Atem was made to serve him unwillingly. By morning's light, the former pharaoh was in pain and misery. He knew from that day on, this was to be his life, catering to the desires of others either sexually or manually. It no longer mattered how he felt. His feelings and emotions were discarded. He was no longer a person, but an object and plaything for others to use.
Back in present time
Third Person POV
"Atem...I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how awful that must have been."
"Believe me, It was. The thief king took everything from me! He made me service him almost every night when I wasn't performing other tasks for him, such as cooking and cleaning for him. He made me do everything for him, and I had no choice! For years, I begged him to grant me some reprieve, but none ever came. Finally, I simply gave up. When he died, I was given to master after master. Every master I have had since then have been awful and cruel. I simply obeyed without showing my emotions, because I knew that was the only way I could survive, by not showing them."
"Well, I have no intentions of using you that way. That just makes me sick, knowing that people could be just so cruel. I knew that slaves were treated pretty rough, but I never knew the extent of it. Believe me when I say, I am sorry. You should never have gone through with what you you went through."
"Thank you. That means a lot. Truly."
Atem finally felt at peace with his confession to Yugi. He somehow felt better with telling him what happened that night with Bakura. Maybe I can trust him. He truly does seem genuine. I felt so much better telling him. Maybe he can be a friend or even something more…