When Varsch finally came back down to his room he found his friends sat around on the floor looking at their decks. Yuya was still tied to the chair but it was tipped over sideways. Yuya himself was unconscious, plus he'd been stripped down to his boxers and was covered in cuts and bruises.

"Oh, you're back." Nathan said, noticing Varsch standing in the doorway.

"Mm." He nodded. "Was it fun?"

"Oh yea, he squealed like a little girl." Carter said, prompting a round of laughter from everyone. Varsch walked over to Yuya and bent down to examine his face. He smirked when he saw the tear stains on yuya's cheeks and the pain etched into his face. Then without warning, he slapped him.

"Ah!" Yuya cried out, as he was so rudely awoken. He moaned unhappily as he attempted to open his eyes. His head was throbbing horribly.

Where am I? What happened? He thought. As his vision adjusted, he was greeted with the smirking face of his former friend. His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered what had happened.

"Rise and shine." Said Varsch. Yuya just growled at him and struggled with his restraints. "Aww… don't be like that." Varsch grabbed the chair and put it upright again.

"Enough! Let me go right now!" Yuya demanded.

"What?" Robin asked in mock surprise. "When we're having so much fun."

Yuya scowled angrily. The others all smiled, enjoying his suffering.

"Now then, I've been thinking…" Varsch began, gaining Yuya's attention. He took one of the cards from Yuya's deck and held it up. "Since you already agreed to our deal I guess I have no further use for these worthless things." And with that he dropped the card. Like the others before it, it was shredded into ribbons.

"No!" Yuya screamed. The others all laughed cruelly. "Stop! Don't do this! Leave them alone!" Yuya kept screaming and thrashing as one by one his cards were ripped up. Until eventually he hadn't the energy anymore. He'd already been severely beaten, and watching his precious cards get torn apart was more than his heart could take. He slumped forward in his chair until the ropes holding him wouldn't let him go any further, then muttered quietly under his breath. "Please."

A huge smirk broke on everyone's faces. This is what they'd all been waiting for. For Yuya to beg, for him to plead. Seeing the horror and despair on his face gave them all so much pleasure. It was sadistic and cruel but they didn't care. They were having too much fun to care. They wanted more, wanted him to beg and squirm. So with that in mind, Varsch shoved another two cards into the shredder.

"Please stop. I'm begging you." Yuya cried, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "Do what you want with me but please don't hurt my deck."

Varsch ignored him and continued to tear his cards into pieces.

"Please. Stop. No more, I can't take it." Yuya sobbed, he felt ashamed, letting these people see him cry. How could he let himself appear weak in front of them? But he couldn't let them destroy any more of his cards, they meant so much to him. His very soul was in his deck; without it he couldn't achieve his dream. His cards were like his friends, he could trust them, he could count on them, and they always came through for him. Which is why it broke him to see them destroyed one by one. "Come on, don't do this please." But his pleas fell on deaf ears, they continued to shred his cards until there was only one left. Varsch smiled smugly as he held it in front of Yuya's face, revealing it to be none other than Odd-Eyes Pendulum Dragon.

"Look at that, one last card." Varsch taunted. "What do you think boys? Should I give it back to him?"

"Shred it!" They all yelled.

"No!" Yuya cried. The group were actually surprised to see him the way he was now; he was shaking and had tears dripping from his chin right onto the floor. "Please, spare my Odd-Eyes. Do anything else you want with me but don't hurt Odd-Eyes."

The five bullies just stared at him, then smirked more than they ever had. His voice had sounded so broken and scared, it was beautiful.

"Hold his head up." Varsch ordered. "I want him to witness this."

Following his instructions, Devin grabbed Yuya's hair and pulled his head up violently.

"N-no." Yuya stammered. He watched in true terror as Varsch dumped his final card through that infernal machine. It seemed to happen in slow motion for Yuya, as though he could see ever tiny fibre of the card break one by one until there were none left to break.

"NO!" He cried out, causing an uproar of laughter from Varsch and his friends. But Yuya barely noticed, all he knew now was pain. It was like a part of himself had been shredded with his card. His dragon represented everything he loved about duelling, his pendulum summoning, his dueltaining, the fun it brought him, his dream of bringing smiles to the crowd. All of it had died along with his deck. And that was all it took to break Yuya down. He couldn't hold back anymore no matter how much he tried, he just sobbed his heart out as his tormentors laughed at him. Yuya heard their laughter but it only made him cry more, out of shame.

"You really are pathetic." Varsch said coldly. "Crying over a few cards, they were worthless anyway."

"You're wrong." Yuya shouted, anger showing in his voice even through his sadness.

"No." Said Varsch, taking Yuya's chin in his hand and forcing their eyes to meet. "You're a loser, you're worthless and you're a joke. And I'll make certain you see it."

Yuya just stared at him, tears still unconsciously streaming down his face. He was in so much pain he couldn't feel it. In fact he didn't even register being untied until Devin and Carter hauled him to his feet. He was still so weak from the beating he'd taken, both physically and emotionally, he didn't even try to fight back. They paused for a second while Nathan and Varsch scanned Yuya's entire body with their eyes. Yuya suddenly became conscious of the fact that he was half naked and couldn't fight the blush that rose in his cheeks.

While all this was happening, Robin had slipped over to the closet at the side of the room and opened the door. He nodded to his friends, signalling he was ready. Varsch and Nathan grabbed Yuya's legs, eliciting a surprised yelp from the poor dueltainer. They laughed and threw him into the cupboard. He hit the wall with a loud thud and slid to the floor, having no energy to get back up.

"We'll be back for you later, loser."

They laughed again and slammed the door, locking him in. Now alone, stripped, beaten and heartbroken, Yuya finally broke down fully and began crying his heart out. Releasing all the anger and pain built up within him.

And when his sobs finally slowed to soft sniffs, his mind was able to clear enough to ponder of Varsch's words.

Is he right? Am I really just some fool? Is my purpose simply to be everybody's comic relief? Am I not worthy to be Zuzu, Tate, Fredrick and Ally's friend? He sighed sadly. I certainly feel like a loser right now…

Suddenly the door flew open, startling him.

"Relax loser,"

Yuya looked up to find it was Robin who'd opened the door.

"We just figured you might be thirsty." He said, placing a glass of water on the floor by Yuya's feet. Yuya looked puzzled by this. Why were they being nice and not letting him go thirsty?

"No need to look so surprised. We want you to realise how much of a freak you are not die of thirst."

Yuya was still uncertain, but he was so thirsty. He grabbed the glass and gulped it down in one go.

"Ah, thanks." He muttered, feeling a small modicum of gratitude for the water.

"You're welcome." Robin replied, with an evil smirk. The smirk really unnerved Yuya. He looked from the glass to Robin a few times, until finally it clicked.

"What did you put in my drink?"

"Relax, Yuya." Robin mock soothed, kneeling down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Just a little something to help you sleep. But before you do, Varsch had a message for you."

Yuya sent him a look, asking him to go on.

"He said to tell you, tomorrow, you'll see for yourself how little Zuzu cares about you."

The last thing Yuya heard was the sound of Robin's laughter, before everything went black.