Author Notes: Cultshipping as requested! This is really short, because I started it a while back and then kind of gave up on it. So, let your imagination run wild! ... Or not. This is a weird scene, I'll just admit it.
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"You have failed me. You were supposed to bring me the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, thus robbing Joey Wheeler of his most powerful card." Marik glared down at his Rare Hunter, uncrossing his legs as he sat on his throne-like chair, his deep purple cape spread out beneath him, his torso bare, and his golden crown set regally upon his head. The room was dark, Odion was absent, and they were alone.
"Failure is intolerable. You still owe me something." He untied the shenti around his waist—the same color as his cape, and beckoned the Rare Hunter forward with his Millennium Rod. The Rare Hunter couldn't have disobeyed even if he wanted to.
"On your knees," he ordered, and the man dropped to his knees before his master. He gripped the man's skull with his free hand. "You have greatly displeased me, Mind Slave. How will you make amends?"
The Rare Hunter bowed down and kissed his master's feet, making the youth smirk.
"Yes, kiss my holy feet, for I am your god," he encouraged, meaning every word he spoke. "But you'll have to do more than that if you wish to be spared from my wrath." His eyelids lowered as he stared down at the man, looking composed and impatient as he waited for a satisfying offer of retribution.
"Rest your feet upon me, Master Marik," the possessed man offered. "I will be your footstool."
"Very well." With the Rare Hunter on his hands and knees, Marik lifted his feet and rested them on the Rare Hunters back, crossing them at the ankles. A pair of masked mind slaves entered just then and threw themselves on the floor before him, grovelling in a way that made Marik scowl.
"You failed too, didn't you?" he accused menacingly.
"We are not worthy to be your servants!" they cried together, deeply distraught about displeasing their lord.
"You have failed me for the last time," Marik declared, removing his feet from the Rare Hunter's back. "Steve, go sit in the corner until I call you," he ordered, and the Rare Hunter obeyed meekly. "You two," he said, pointing his Millennium Rod at them as it began to glow. "Might as well give me a show before I release you from my service. Strip." They obeyed, shedding their capes and clothes and discarding them on the floor.
Marik grinned with a perverted sense of glee. Oh yes, this would be fun.