Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Abuse ❯ Spiritual torture ( Chapter 16 )

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Chapter 6 Spiritual torture from Purple eyes

You were in utter darkness,

How long had you been here?

You couldn't tell...

You slowly slipped down to your knees leaning against a wall you couldn't see...

Blood was dripping down slowly from above, whose blood was it?

Why was it here?

Where was it falling from?

You didn't know...

But you suspected it was your own blood, and if you stayed here to long, you would drown in yourself...

"My, my.... and my other half says that I have a blood stained mind...." you heard a familiar voice, you turned, and saw the Marik with the golden eye....

"Wh.....what are you doing here?" you whispered, he was not covered in blood anymore... this was your mind... and he had no right to defile it....

In his hand was a rod, with this strange eye on it, just like the one on his forehead... where the eye was, two bat wing sort of thins came out, the whole item was made of gold...

You slowly got up.... using the slippery wall, feeling the wet, thick blood that coated the wall....

"I'm here, because I am... wench...." he slowly walked to you, your knees collapsed from under you, blood splashed as you met the floor... you looked up to see this Marik staring coldly down on you, his eyes looking at you, as if he was planning how he was going to torture you.... how he was going to have his fun with you...

"Than, go away...." you whispered, he smirked and shook his head, kneeling down in front of you... His purple eyes connecting with your own, you couldn't pull your eyes away, you felt his hand under your chin, and watched as his eyes came closer...

Your heart beat faster, was he going to?

"Never....try and order me to do anything......" he whispered, his warm, minty breath licking at your face... the evil aura around him, licked against your body...

He attracted and repelled you at the same time...

Why did you keep having images in your head that wouldn't go away?

You couldn't bring yourself to move...

"Is that clear?" his glare was so harsh... it pierced your heart...why?

"Yes, sir...." you whispered back, your voice sounded so timid, it made you sound so vulnerable, so frail...

He smirked, and his glare changed to a leer...

You were terrified of him, you wondered what sort of lecherous, sadistic thoughts where going through his head...

The blood was now up to your knees, thoughts of what he might do to you ran through your head,

They scared you

Not because of what he would do

But because you wanted him to do those things...

Fear pounded through your veins with your blood...

What had he done to you?

You would kill if someone you hardly knew made you think he would do this...

You felt Marik's smooth fingertips stroke over your chin...

He dropped his rod, into the blood...

And revealed the dagger hidden in his pocket,

He held the smooth, cold blade against your neck, it pressed against you skin, just cutting it, your blood ran down...

Yet you felt no pain...

Not a bit...

"Marik..." you whispered, your eyes reaching for him, he glared back at you, and tore his gaze from yours, he removed his knife from oyu, and put it back in his pocket, he picked up his rod, and stood up, turning his back on you...

As if he were rejecting you, even though you did nothing to show your feelings...

What was he doing to you?

Something was plaguing him, but what?

"Follow me," he growled, clenching and unclenching his free hand,

You slowly got up...

And staggered to Marik, as he walked,

As you watched him, you felt your heart pining for his touch...

That's when it hit you...

You had a crush, no.... you were in love with Marik....

But you knew this would only lead to you having a broken heart...

It always ended in heart break....

But how come you just couldn't force your feelings aside?

You just couldn't stop thinking about him...

How you wanted to feel his soft hands around your body,

How you longed to taste his lips...

You shook your head to rid you mind of your thoughts

"Now, it's time to wake you up...." Marik whispered, seemingly to himself,

He turned so quickly, it shocked you,

He put his hands out, and you felt like someone was trying to crush you into dust,

You screamed and looked at yourself wide-eyed as you saw yourself slowly disintegrate into the darkness...

You looked to Marik, and he laughed manically, and he said something... but you could not hear him..

As the rest of your face disintegrated...

And you felt nothing but warmth against you...

Hold on, warmth?

Hadn't you just.... died?

You slowly opened your eyes, and saw the stone ceiling, that looked like the roof of the room you had awoken in...

You tried to get up, but something held you down, you looked behind you, to see a sleeping normal Marik....your heart beat faster

Than, you realised why you couldn't get up...

His arms were right around you, possessively....

You struggled to get out of his grip....

He was too strong for you...

You slowly relaxed, and lay your head against his chest, glad that he was asleep...

You absently played with a lock of his platinum blonde hair, feeling how wonderful and silky smooth it felt against your fingers...

If he were to see you like this...

You pushed the nasty, gory images of him dissecting your body...

His face smiling in twisted delight....

Marik began to stir, and you became totally still, and pretended to be asleep...

Hoping he wouldn't notice anything...

Marik's POV (from now on, the good one is Marik, the evil one is Malik, in Japanese it makes no real difference if you call him Marik or Malik, because r and l are the same)

I slowly opened my eyes, she was finally breathing again....

Not that I really cared...

I would prefer if she wasn't, than I could have some, real fun...

How had my arms gotten around her like this?

I surely hadn't...

No! I hate her!

I would love to see her last breaths be caused by me...

My mind played out how I would get her vulnerable enough to kill her...

So many ways...

I smiled...

How wonderful it would be to see her face twist in pain and confusion...

Her face looked so peaceful now...

Well, I would change that as soon as Maku was out of the way....

Than, I would strike...

My mind started showing me images that made me feel hot...

Not thoughts of blood running down her hair,

Not thoughts of her flesh being cut by my blade...

But thoughts that were of a lecherous nature...

I looked her body up and down...

And I realised just how incredible it felt to have her next to me...

I scowled...

I would feel much better after a drink...

I pushed her limp, sleeping form from me, onto the other side of the bed...

I got up, and walked to the door, and exited...

How badly did I need a drink of blood...

I would feel so much better after a drink of blood...