Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Little Liar ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Updated On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Updated On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Chapter Three
I was about to puke. My eyes stared at the doorway where Mariku had just been only moments ago, my spine frozen stiff with fear, and I wasn't brought out of my staring contest until the woman next to me nudged me with her elbow, laughing about a joke one of them just said (I didn't hear it, of course).
I jumped when she elbowed me and her laughter cut off almost instantly and she gave me a worried look. "Are you okay, kid? You don't look well." She tried to reach up and feel of my forehead, but I stood up, snatching my plate full of sushi and backed away from the table, trying to concentrate on my shoes.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I think I'm going to throw up." Hands shaking, I almost dropped my plate.
Yuugi was at my side in an instant, holding onto my arm like I was his mother, his round face drowned with anxiousness. "What? Malik-kun, do you need to lie down?"
I averted my gaze from my shoes to look over at him and gave him a small smile of reassurance, still struggling and trying not to drop my plate. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea. I'll just go to my room." He really seemed like he cared for my well-being; he held onto my arm, gripping me tight like I would float away and he seemed determined to walk me to my room, but I couldn't let him. He might be waiting for me and...if Yuugi saw him, well, things would just get messy. It was stupid to go to my room, the place where he would get me all to himself, but anywhere was better than being around these people. I would avoid him if possible and lock myself in the bathroom. Yet, the little voice in my head reminded me that it was hopeless. He'd be able to get to me no matter where I was. It was useless to run and hide, he'd only find me in the end. Despite the depressing thoughts, I gave Yuugi another smile and tugged my arm out of his grip, being wary of my plate still full of food. "I can make it to my room. It's just up the elevator. I'll be fine."
He didn't look convinced, but didn't make any moves to catch my arm again. It seemed to be his favorite thing to grab. He was just like a child...innocent. "...Okay, Malik-kun, but...if you need anything, anything at all, we'll be right here for you, okay?"
I didn't deserve this. These kind words, the worrying, the caring...I wasn't worthy of things like this. Maybe Mariku coming back was punishment, maybe him humiliating me and defiling me was my atonement for all I had done.
"Thank you, Yuugi. You're too kind." I didn't look back as I made my way into the hallway and toward the elevator. Stupid, stupid, I'm so foolish. Foolish to think that a simple 'I'm sorry' would make up for all that happened. Punishment always awaited those who deserved it and I definitely deserved all that was happening to me.
Martyr, my mind mocked. You're a martyr. Instead of sitting back and letting this happen to yourself, why don't you be a man and fight back? You're such a little girl, Malik. Pathetic and weak, whiny and useless. Fight him. If this is punishment, then so be it, but you still have a choice to fight it, too.
I paused, stopping just in front of the elevator. For once, my thoughts gave me a little hope. I could fight him...somehow. I just...I just had to figure out how, that's all. Figure out a way around the blackmailing to just get away from him so that he wouldn't get what he wanted.
Run, the thoughts suggested. This is a large blimp, it has several floors. Just avoid him. It was impossible. But, it was worth a shot. I couldn't give up on something before even trying. I nodded to myself, stepping into the elevator with my plate of food. I had to try. And when I failed, at least I would have the satisfaction knowing I didn't give up from the start.
***
"Rishid! Rishid, help me, please! Please, brother!" My horrific screams were left on deaf ears as I was dragged passed my older half-brother. He didn't look me in the eye, knowing that all my begging was hopeless, that I was only making the inevitable harder for myself by screaming and pleading, beating and clawing at the two men who held me by my arms. "No! Stop it! Let me go, I don't want to do this!" Tears were blinding me, making the already dark hallway just that much more harder to see, but I fought against the two men who mercilessly dragged me to my hell. I couldn't understand how they would let this happen, how my tears, pleading and screams were just ignored. How could a person, a human, just look the other way when they knew I was about to be tortured?
It was the way of life as a Tomb Guardian. I didn't choose to be born into this, I didn't choose to be the last born before my mother died, I didn't choose to go through this initiation.
My poor older brother. He had offered to go in my place, but my father grew angry at him, saying he was merely a servant and not a part of the family, that he should have been grateful that we even took him in. I was then told of the ceremony (or the hellish torture), of how it worked. I would be strapped down onto a table while my father stood above me and carved the secret of the Pharaoh onto my back. It was tradition, for the first born male, to go through this. It was the only life we knew, the only one we studied, the only one we lived.
I-I didn't want to go through it. I don't care if it was tradition, it was just pure torture, some cruel sick joke forced upon us by a Pharaoh who had been dead for thousands of years. Why continue such a horrible thing? I hated it, I hated it, and I didn't want to go through it!
The hallway dumped out into a dim room, lit only by a flickering candle that sat in a lone corner. Books were scattered on the floor, the desks, chairs, everywhere, all open to pages about what was to be carved into my back. My father knew them all by heart. I knew because that's all he ever read, every time I went to see him, he would have a book open in front of him, pouring over the information inside it, barely giving me second glances. I never really hounded for his attention (Rishid being my older brother and almost like a substitute father, and Isis being like a mother to me), so never bothered him when he was engrossed in a book.
But now all his attention was focused on me, his violet orbs strangely luminescent in the dim room as he stood in front of a large table with straps on either end. I planted my feet to the floor, not wanting to move any closer to that horrible spot, but the two men holding me overpowered me easily and I was forced face first onto the table, one of the men holding me down while I kicked and screamed, punched and flailed, and the other grabbed my ankles and wrists, tying them to the table where I was hopelessly bound.
My father grinned in satisfaction at my writhing form on the table and nodded his head toward the door, signaling that the two men could leave. They shut the door behind them, leaving me completely trapped and at my father's mercy.
"D-D-Daddy," I whimpered, feeling so pathetic as I stuttered, tears pooling down my cheeks, some straying and hitting my lips. "Daddy, p-please, Daddy..."
"Don't worry, Malik." I couldn't see him, having been strapped where I couldn't crane my neck enough to see behind me, but I knew he was grinning; I could hear it in his voice and I shivered violently when I felt his large hands on my back, massaging, rubbing, tickling. I choked on a sob. "It'll be over after awhile and then you'll be thanking me." His rough hands took hold of the cloth tied around my torso and he pulled, ripping it a little too effortlessly, and my bare tanned back was exposed to him.
I heard the shuffling of his feet as he moved away from me and rummaged around his desk for something. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glint of metal as he pressed it to the candle that flickered and the blade hissed. "D-Daddy, please, please, Daddy, don't do this, please!" My begging fell on deaf ears as he moved back to me, an insane grin plastered to his face as he held up the hot knife, almost as if showing it to me would lessen my fear. It only heightened it to a point where I just wished I could pass out, be unconscious through the whole thing. "Daddy, please! Please, please, ple--!" Something was shoved into my mouth, something hard, something with a strap to it that he fastened behind my head to keep it in place. I screamed into the thing, thrashing around on the table. I didn't want this, God, I didn't want this! Please, please, kill me now, JUST KILL ME!
"Shh, Malik." His rough fingers found my hair and he stroked it in a way that would've been loving had he not been holding a knife with that psychotic grin plastered to his face. "I won't lie, this will hurt, but be proud that you get to do this."
Moving behind me, I was given no warning when the knife made contact with my skin and I screamed bloody murder. The pain, oh the pain, the hot, stinging, unadulterated torture I was going through as that knife was plunged into my skin over and over, only taken away once in awhile to be burned by the candle and then stabbed into me again.
It was almost a blur, my screams, my thrashing, the knife carving those horrible things into my back, the hot blood that pooled down over the table and onto the floor, my tears. My teeth couldn't have been biting the thing in my mouth hard enough, but that didn't dull the pain any. It lingered, sticking to me even when he had finished and moved to another part of my back, the pain was everywhere and he wasn't giving me any time to recover before he set to work to carve something else. He never said a word throughout the whole ordeal, but even if he did, I wouldn't have been able to hear anything over my own muffled screams of pain.
It hurt, it hurt, it just simply hurt. How could a father do something like this to his own son? His own son. How could he stand there, looking down on me, see me crying my eyes out until there weren't any tears left, see the blood he was shedding with his own hand, and just smile about it?
Daddy, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I did something, please, just stop it. This isn't some sort of tradition, some kind of ceremony, this is just torture. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, if any gods hear me, please just make it stop. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
My warm blood continued to gush out of me, even after he had finished carving into me, and the only indication I had that he had finally finished was when he moved within my eyesight, holding that bloody knife up to stare at it, before merely cleaning it with a cloth, putting it back into his desk, and walking out of the room, leaving me there alone, to writhe and moan and sob in pain.
I lay my forehead onto the table, exhausted, hurting, and scarred forever. I-I just didn't understand it. What was so great about the Pharaoh's secret that it had to be carved into somebody's flesh? What mattered so much that someone had to be physically marked for it for the rest of their lives?
"Malik-sama." Rishid's voice was like a breath of fresh air, a light at the end of the tunnel, and I cried in relief as my brother moved within my eyesight, untying the gag from my mouth where it rolled off the table and hit the floor with a dull clunk. He undid the straps binding me, saying nothing the whole time, and moved to my father's desk when I was free once more. It really didn't matter if I was untied or not. The pain in my back, the blood still pooling out and soaking the table, the floor, was more than enough to keep me subdued. Rishid returned with an immense pile of bandages and set to work on me, trying to be as gentle as his large hands would allow him as he cleaned me up, wiping away as much blood as possible, and tying the bandages around my abused flesh.
Pain, pain, it didn't matter anymore. It was done, I was marked, scarred, so the stings of pain those bandages made as Rishid wrapped me up were mediocre compared to the knife that had already done its damage.
It felt like it took hours for Rishid to stop the bleeding, but he managed to wrap me up to where nothing more soaked through and took a step back to let me recover. "...Malik-sama...I'm so sorry." His voice was cracky, hoarse like he was breaking down into tears. "I tried to ask your father to let me do the ritual, but...he wouldn't hear me out. I'm not his son after all. I...I'm sorry I couldn't take your pain away."
Hot tears pooled out, thick and salty, pouring down my cheeks. "Rishid..." I finally looked up at him, having not raised my head since my father left, and had I not been stiff with pain, I would've jumped. "R-Rishid...what's wrong with your face?"
My brother's entire left side was completely bandaged, and he stared at me through the bandages with one piercing hazel eye. Blood was soaking through it, dripping down his neck and staining his clothes. Blood, always blood. Why was so much of it always spilt in this place? "I couldn't take your pain away, but...at least with this..." He trailed off and unwound the wrappings from his face, revealing to me the hieroglyphs and symbols that were engraved in his flesh. The blood pooled once the bandages were no longer in place and he smiled at me through it, through his own pain. "But, at least with this, I pledge myself to you."
My brother, oh my brother, what have you done to yourself? You didn't have to do this, you didn't have to scar yourself for me.
I sobbed.
***
I stopped myself before rounding the corner to go into the hallway and slammed myself against the wall, still being careful of my plate. I felt sick, so why did I insist on taking it back with me? Because I was starving. Mariku made me sick, physically sick, but my stomach demanded food, but if I ate it in front of those people, I knew I'd be puking it back up. I just needed to get away from them, away from everyone, and be by myself for awhile. Or at least, until he decided to pay me a visit. I shivered at the thought, sucking in air before peeking around the corner, sighing when I realized there wasn't a soul in the hallway. A good start, so I rounded it and bolted to my room, wanting to be behind locked doors as soon as possible, knowing that thought was futile from the beginning. My door had been locked last night, but he still somehow managed to get into my room. Even with a body of his own, he wasn't human. In my eyes, all I saw was a monster.
My door shut with a fulfilling click and I quickly locked it, turning around and placing my back against it, just wanting to stop and breath. Breath, live, live without torture for awhile, without the knowledge that Mariku wouldn't let me be, that he would be back for me. He was always there, watching me, haunting me like a ghost, and I just wanted peace.
I slid down, folding my legs as I did so until I was sitting cross-legged in front of the door, my plate in my lap and I tore at my sushi, finally satisfying my hungry and growling stomach.
So...I was really doing this...hiding from Mariku, I mean. It had finally come to this, that he would bring someone like me, already a coward, down so low that I would resort to avoiding my fears and hoping foolishly that I could wait them out. If by some miracle he couldn't get to me in my room (which I knew very well that he could), he would find another way of reaching me. I was a puppet, he was my master, and I was at his mercy, my strings manipulated by him and only him. He knew my every move, and there was no hiding. I was only lying and delaying the inevitable for myself.
Miserable tears began to spring forth and I cursed myself. Dammit, dammit, why was I such a damn weakling?! I hated this! I hated living in fear of him, of running away from him, of giving myself false hopes that I could escape him. I couldn't take it anymore.
My food was gone, I realized when I reached down to grab another piece of sushi, only to discover that my plate was completely clean. I hadn't even realized how much I had eaten.
The door behind me vibrated against my back as someone knocked on it. "Malik-kun?"
Yuugi? I thought I told him I was fine (even though I wasn't, but that was beside the point). "Yuugi? What are you doing here?"
"Um...Jonouchi-kun and I were wondering if you wanted to play some games." Even without seeing him, I knew he was twiddling his fingers. He looked strangely cute doing that; it must've been a nervous habit.
"Duel Monsters?"
"No." It wasn't Yuugi speaking this time, it was that other kid...Jonouchi, he said? "We're taking a break from that for awhile, at least until we get back to Domino. Too many bad memories, you know?"
I leaned off the floor and opened my door while on my knees, getting some surprised looks when they had to look down at me. "Um...I was sitting in front of the door." My cheeks flushed.
Jonouchi fiddled with his messy blonde hair and gave me a wry smile. "Hey, don't worry about it. Anyway, you up for some games?"
"Card games?"
"No." He held up a case I hadn't seen him holding and pushed it into my face.
I leaned back, reaching up to take it and read the title. "Soul Calibur III? What kind of game is this?"
"Have you ever played a video game before, Malik-kun?"
"Um...maybe once or twice, but I don't really remember."
Jonouchi shot me a grin and took the game back. "Well, then, you are in for a treat, mister. Check it out, the blimp has a gift shop on the bottom floor and we found this in the bargain bin, and Yuugi bought a cheap Playstation 2 there also, so we can hook everything up and go play in his room. You have a TV, right, Yuugi?"
The small tri-colored haired boy smiled. "Yes! I know you aren't feeling well, Malik-kun, but if you're up for it, then play games with us!"
I gripped my doorknob, feeling my fingers loosen around it as they began to sweat. I was still nervous around these people, and I know they told me they had forgiven me, but...I guess I was afraid of Mariku. He didn't say I couldn't hang out with them. He just said not to mention that he'd...raped me. Or my secret, but I wouldn't tell them that anyway. I let out a shaky sigh and gave them the best grin I could muster. "Sure."
***
"I don't understand this game!"
Yuugi and Jonouchi were laughing at me, switching controllers with me as my character on the screen was knocked off the stage, screaming in anguish as he fell to his doom. I didn't understand how this game worked. I tried listening when Yuugi was teaching me all the buttons, but...all the buttons were just the same to me, so when it was my turn to fight, I just beat the little things on my controller until my fingers hurt.
"You're not being tactical, Malik-kun." Yuugi wasn't looking at me as he and Jonouchi picked their characters and a stage to face off against in. The announcer shouted "Fight!" and the two fighters collided, punching, kicking, rolling, doing everything I hadn't done.
I sidled up next to Yuugi, trying to pay attention to what he was doing with his fingers (although that was just as impossible as hiding from Mariku), and see what his character was doing at the same time. "How in the world do you use tactics in a game where you just beat each other up?"
Jonouchi laughed and hit the joystick, causing his samurai fighter guy to back away before performing a dash move on Yuugi's person. "You just have to watch what your opponent is doing, and then look for an opening like so..." He paused from talking to hit two buttons at once and his fighter did some sort of air jump thing and Yuugi's character was completely at his mercy, not standing a chance against the smashing move. "And go in for the kill." The green bar at the top of the screen signifying Yuugi's health was completely emptied and Jonouchi won.
"Aww!" Yuugi cried in exasperation, pouting at his friend, but somehow managing to be cheerful at the same time. "You always win when you pick him!"
"Uh, hence why I pick him."
I laughed and shook my head when Yuugi offered the controller back to me. "No, no thanks. I've had enough of this game."
He looked a little put off, but nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay." He and his blonde companion were about to go back to playing, but Yuugi jerked his head in the direction of the clock that hung above his bathroom and jumped. "Oh, dinner's almost ready, guys!"
I followed his gaze to the clock. Had we really been playing games all day? "Wow, guess we got carried away."
"Yeah, but...it was fun, wasn't it?"
I nodded, standing up with them as they gathered the controllers and turned everything off. "Yeah, even though I didn't know what I was doing half the time."
Yuugi had to jump a little as he reached up to clap my back. "Loosen up a little, Malik-kun. You still had fun, right?"
"Yes, of course. Thanks, guys."
"Oh, no problem. Just promise us one thing."
I arched my eyebrows. "...And what would that be?"
"Sit with us when we eat, okay?!" He was hopping up and down, like a kid on a sugar high. "I don't like the thought of you eating by yourself! It makes me uncomfortable! Even after you left this morning, your brother and sister were worried about you!"
Oh...Rishid and Isis...I had completely forgotten about them. I hung my head a little, feeling ashamed that I hadn't talked to them since we boarded the blimp again to go home. "O-okay, Yuugi. I'll sit with you."
The smile on his face couldn't have been wider. "Yay!"
Jonouchi rolled his eyes, patting Yuugi's head like he was a puppy as we made our way out of the room and into the brightly lit hallway. I could faintly hear the rain splattering on the roof and was amazed that it had been raining all day. The longer this storm dragged on, the longer it was going to take us to land...and today had only been the first day. I realized a little too late that last night didn't count and felt sick again.
We had just rounded a corner and began to head to the elevator when something caught my eye and I whipped my head in the opposite end of the hall, freezing on the spot when I saw Mariku staring at me from behind a corner. He looked angry, his brow furrowed and his eyes were narrowed. As soon as I made eye contact with him, he lifted a hand and motioned for me to come to him with a wag of his finger. I gulped, wanting to vomit. Oh God...already? I...God, I was scared all over again. I couldn't do it, I couldn't do this! I didn't want to--
"Malik-kun, are you okay?"
I stiffened and looked back at Yuugi, scared he had seen Mariku, but his eyes were only on me and they shined with worry. I tried my best to smile at him, and was going to laugh, but realized it would've shaken and he would get suspicious. "I-I, yeah, I'm fine. You guys go on without me, okay? I have to go to the bathroom."
Jonouchi was already in the elevator and he shrugged. "You could've gone in Yuugi's room, you know."
Yuugi entered the elevator with his friend and glanced back at me, looking genuinely worried. I smiled and waved as the door slid shut and carried them down to the cafeteria, my very bones rattling inside of me from fear when they disappeared from view.
I felt his gaze on me and I was terrified to turn around, to face him and his wrath (I knew why he was mad), but I didn't have to. As soon as the hallway turned quiet, except for my erratic breathing, his hand gripped me from behind and he spun me around to face him and his clearly pissed off demeanor. I shook in his grasp, scared, scared, I was so scared. Would he kill me now? I wanted to throw up.
"What...do you think you're doing?" Despite looking angrier than I had ever seen him before, his voice was quiet which disturbed me a little. It wasn't a whisper, but soft and calm. His fingers were tearing into my arms as he gripped them, causing me to whimper a little when I didn't answer right away. "I asked you a question, Hikari, and I expect an answer."
Fear, fear, fear, that's all that rang through my head, like a broken record. What would he do to me? He'd kill me, he'd murder me for sure this time. I was going to die, die, I was going t-to die! "What do you mean?" I was amazed that I hadn't stuttered and my voice remained strong, despite my shaking body. I could put jackhammers to shame at this point.
"You know damn well what I mean. What were you doing with those people? Didn't I tell you not to tell them anything? And don't lie to me, Hikari, I know you told them." He shook me a little, and I could hear him as he ground his teeth, like he was refraining from slapping me or something.
"I-I didn't tell them anything!" Ah, the stuttering was back. Such a short-lived victory from that. Too bad my fear wasn't giving me any release. It had me trapped, if possible, more than ever.
He released my shoulders only to grab onto my collar and bring me right up to his face, our noses touching. I was frozen, stiff as a board, only able to stare into those empty lavender orbs he called eyes. "Hikari, I've been merciful to you by not jumping in when I first saw you around those people. I let you sit around and play your stupid little games with them and hang out with them, but I swear to God, if you're lying to me, you will severely regret it."
"I'm not lying." I was quite proud of myself for keeping a strong voice while so close to him, even though I was about to vomit from fear. "Mariku, I'm not lying."
His expression changed and he backed away from me, that slit for a mouth of his curling into a grin. "Okay, Hikari, I believe you. I know you, I know you won't lie to me. I am you after all, I know your every thought, your fears, your dreams, everything you've ever thought about doing." Despite being in a better mood, the nasty grip he had on my shirt didn't give any signs of loosening. "We have time. You're coming with me."
I had no way of retaliating when his hands suddenly left my shirt only to snatch my wrist up and he pulled me to an empty room that wasn't locked. There was a bed, a desk, everything I had in my room, but the lights were off, indicating that no one was using this room. This would be Mariku's cup of tea, a room of darkness. I was still scared out of my mind when I was pulled into that room and he shut the door behind me, drowning out the light from the hallway. A streak of lightning came from outside and lit up the room for the briefest of moments and that's when his arms snaked around me from behind, pulling me close to him and he lay his head down on my shoulder, his breath hitting my ear. One of his hands slithered up and drew circles around my chest, making my breath hitch in my throat and I bit down a sob. Disgusting, so disgusting, but...what could I do? I could claim to fight him all I wanted, say that I was stronger and his better, say I could win, but the reality was that...I couldn't. I just couldn't. He had the upper hand, he was the master, I the puppet, and he cruelly pulled onto my strings.
"Hikari...I need you." A finger moved from my chest and played with my collar, reaching inside to tickle the bare flesh. "I...I love you, Hikari." He rested his head on my back, pulling me as close as could be allowed. "I love you, and you're going to give this to me without a fight, understand? Remember our deal. It will hurt, I know it will, so try not to cry." If that was meant as an apology, it was a horrible one.
We sank to the floor and I was pulled into his lap, his legs resting on either side of me, and he began pulling my clothes off. It was quicker than last night. My shirt came off first and was tossed somewhere in the dark, my pants were pulled down when he unbuttoned them, and he set to work, touching, grazing, tickling every piece of flesh he could find. He knew that in order to get me stimulated he would have to work slow, but this wasn't about me. It was about him, always about him, and I could feel him harden behind me and I bit the blood out of my lip to keep from sobbing.
Rape, rape, rape, I couldn't understand anything else at the moment. He had raped me, he was raping me, he was doing it all over again, and I couldn't do anything. I was a fool, a stupid pitiful fool. Who was I kidding? I couldn't fight him. I was weak and he was strong, I was the one with the secret, and he dangled that above me, controlling me to satisfy his own needs. It was my fault, it had always been my fault, so...what was the point in thinking I could defy him? He would win, he always did. Thinking about it now, I had never won. He was the one who killed my father, he was the one who took over my body during the tournament, he beat all Yuugi's friends in duels, and when I finally gained control back and whisked him away forever...he returned. He was always on top, and I on bottom, in a figurative sense.
His tongue crept out and lapped at my ear, his lips touching soon after and he nipped at it just so slightly that I shivered and flinched, and he sucked at it, just to spite me. "You're so beautiful, Hikari. I'm lucky to get such a body like the one you possess. It's like you've been given to me on a silver platter." More licking, more sucking, more shivering from me. "I'm going to do it now. Don't scream."
I was thrown none-too-gently to the floor on my back and I hadn't realized his pants were already unzipped, his hand enclosed around himself, stroking, pulling, making it hard to take me...again. He smiled down at me and my face burned under his gaze. If he must do this, the least he could do was not look at me like I was a gourmet dinner. He crawled on his hands and knees until he was positioned above me and he forcibly spread my legs apart, that hungry look still in his eyes as he gazed at my lower half. I choked out a sob and closed my eyes, not wanting to watch him and his sick wants.
"No. Look at me, Hikari. I want you to watch me. Quit being so embarrassed." His finger reached down to twiddle with my pubic hair. "You're beautiful down here, too." It took every fiber of my being not to scream out when he shoved into me, going all the way to the hilt. "Shh, shh, I know it hurts." His voice was strained, stiff when he pulled back out and he groaned, shoving back in. He was going so fast tonight, and he was right, it did hurt. Horribly. I stupidly thought it wouldn't be so bad since he'd done it the night before, but it was just ripping open an old wound and nothing was different, the pain was just as piercing and ripping, dull and repetitive as he repeatedly thrust in and out. I could already feel blood seeping out while I was stretched and my face burned to an astronomical amount when he hit a certain spot, causing me to moan at the euphoric feeling. God, I was such a slut. This was rape, I wasn't supposed to be feeling pleasure!
I was rocked into, over and over, faster and faster, and he moaned and groaned above me, complimenting how tight I was and how good it felt against him and then he stopped talking, concentrating on pleasuring himself, on reaching climax. That spot would be hit every now and then and I would sob, trying a worthless attempt at ignoring it and not moan, but I couldn't help it and I despise my body for loving it when a crime was happening to me. I didn't want it, I didn't want it, yet I loved that feeling at the same time. It was getting closer and closer and I could feel my own orgasm start to build, but Mariku had reached it before I did and cried out when he exploded into me for the second time in two days.
He stopped with his thrusts and pulled out of me, the feeling that had been building up now dying once nothing was no longer fueling it and I almost whined at the loss of it, but quickly caught myself. How much more of a whore could I have been? I hated him, I hated him, I hated what he did to me, they way he tortured me like this, the feelings he gave me, the way he made me covet them, God, I hated him!
He leaned over my sweating body and brushed some damp locks out of my face before giving me a kiss to the lips, ignoring the tears and sobs coming from me. "Thank you, Hikari. I'll be back later." His voice, his touches, and his presence were all gone as he disappeared once more, leaving me alone to weep on the cold floor, his semen dripping out of me as a horrible reminder that he spoke the truth, and he would be back.
I was about to puke. My eyes stared at the doorway where Mariku had just been only moments ago, my spine frozen stiff with fear, and I wasn't brought out of my staring contest until the woman next to me nudged me with her elbow, laughing about a joke one of them just said (I didn't hear it, of course).
I jumped when she elbowed me and her laughter cut off almost instantly and she gave me a worried look. "Are you okay, kid? You don't look well." She tried to reach up and feel of my forehead, but I stood up, snatching my plate full of sushi and backed away from the table, trying to concentrate on my shoes.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I think I'm going to throw up." Hands shaking, I almost dropped my plate.
Yuugi was at my side in an instant, holding onto my arm like I was his mother, his round face drowned with anxiousness. "What? Malik-kun, do you need to lie down?"
I averted my gaze from my shoes to look over at him and gave him a small smile of reassurance, still struggling and trying not to drop my plate. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea. I'll just go to my room." He really seemed like he cared for my well-being; he held onto my arm, gripping me tight like I would float away and he seemed determined to walk me to my room, but I couldn't let him. He might be waiting for me and...if Yuugi saw him, well, things would just get messy. It was stupid to go to my room, the place where he would get me all to himself, but anywhere was better than being around these people. I would avoid him if possible and lock myself in the bathroom. Yet, the little voice in my head reminded me that it was hopeless. He'd be able to get to me no matter where I was. It was useless to run and hide, he'd only find me in the end. Despite the depressing thoughts, I gave Yuugi another smile and tugged my arm out of his grip, being wary of my plate still full of food. "I can make it to my room. It's just up the elevator. I'll be fine."
He didn't look convinced, but didn't make any moves to catch my arm again. It seemed to be his favorite thing to grab. He was just like a child...innocent. "...Okay, Malik-kun, but...if you need anything, anything at all, we'll be right here for you, okay?"
I didn't deserve this. These kind words, the worrying, the caring...I wasn't worthy of things like this. Maybe Mariku coming back was punishment, maybe him humiliating me and defiling me was my atonement for all I had done.
"Thank you, Yuugi. You're too kind." I didn't look back as I made my way into the hallway and toward the elevator. Stupid, stupid, I'm so foolish. Foolish to think that a simple 'I'm sorry' would make up for all that happened. Punishment always awaited those who deserved it and I definitely deserved all that was happening to me.
Martyr, my mind mocked. You're a martyr. Instead of sitting back and letting this happen to yourself, why don't you be a man and fight back? You're such a little girl, Malik. Pathetic and weak, whiny and useless. Fight him. If this is punishment, then so be it, but you still have a choice to fight it, too.
I paused, stopping just in front of the elevator. For once, my thoughts gave me a little hope. I could fight him...somehow. I just...I just had to figure out how, that's all. Figure out a way around the blackmailing to just get away from him so that he wouldn't get what he wanted.
Run, the thoughts suggested. This is a large blimp, it has several floors. Just avoid him. It was impossible. But, it was worth a shot. I couldn't give up on something before even trying. I nodded to myself, stepping into the elevator with my plate of food. I had to try. And when I failed, at least I would have the satisfaction knowing I didn't give up from the start.
***
"Rishid! Rishid, help me, please! Please, brother!" My horrific screams were left on deaf ears as I was dragged passed my older half-brother. He didn't look me in the eye, knowing that all my begging was hopeless, that I was only making the inevitable harder for myself by screaming and pleading, beating and clawing at the two men who held me by my arms. "No! Stop it! Let me go, I don't want to do this!" Tears were blinding me, making the already dark hallway just that much more harder to see, but I fought against the two men who mercilessly dragged me to my hell. I couldn't understand how they would let this happen, how my tears, pleading and screams were just ignored. How could a person, a human, just look the other way when they knew I was about to be tortured?
It was the way of life as a Tomb Guardian. I didn't choose to be born into this, I didn't choose to be the last born before my mother died, I didn't choose to go through this initiation.
My poor older brother. He had offered to go in my place, but my father grew angry at him, saying he was merely a servant and not a part of the family, that he should have been grateful that we even took him in. I was then told of the ceremony (or the hellish torture), of how it worked. I would be strapped down onto a table while my father stood above me and carved the secret of the Pharaoh onto my back. It was tradition, for the first born male, to go through this. It was the only life we knew, the only one we studied, the only one we lived.
I-I didn't want to go through it. I don't care if it was tradition, it was just pure torture, some cruel sick joke forced upon us by a Pharaoh who had been dead for thousands of years. Why continue such a horrible thing? I hated it, I hated it, and I didn't want to go through it!
The hallway dumped out into a dim room, lit only by a flickering candle that sat in a lone corner. Books were scattered on the floor, the desks, chairs, everywhere, all open to pages about what was to be carved into my back. My father knew them all by heart. I knew because that's all he ever read, every time I went to see him, he would have a book open in front of him, pouring over the information inside it, barely giving me second glances. I never really hounded for his attention (Rishid being my older brother and almost like a substitute father, and Isis being like a mother to me), so never bothered him when he was engrossed in a book.
But now all his attention was focused on me, his violet orbs strangely luminescent in the dim room as he stood in front of a large table with straps on either end. I planted my feet to the floor, not wanting to move any closer to that horrible spot, but the two men holding me overpowered me easily and I was forced face first onto the table, one of the men holding me down while I kicked and screamed, punched and flailed, and the other grabbed my ankles and wrists, tying them to the table where I was hopelessly bound.
My father grinned in satisfaction at my writhing form on the table and nodded his head toward the door, signaling that the two men could leave. They shut the door behind them, leaving me completely trapped and at my father's mercy.
"D-D-Daddy," I whimpered, feeling so pathetic as I stuttered, tears pooling down my cheeks, some straying and hitting my lips. "Daddy, p-please, Daddy..."
"Don't worry, Malik." I couldn't see him, having been strapped where I couldn't crane my neck enough to see behind me, but I knew he was grinning; I could hear it in his voice and I shivered violently when I felt his large hands on my back, massaging, rubbing, tickling. I choked on a sob. "It'll be over after awhile and then you'll be thanking me." His rough hands took hold of the cloth tied around my torso and he pulled, ripping it a little too effortlessly, and my bare tanned back was exposed to him.
I heard the shuffling of his feet as he moved away from me and rummaged around his desk for something. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glint of metal as he pressed it to the candle that flickered and the blade hissed. "D-Daddy, please, please, Daddy, don't do this, please!" My begging fell on deaf ears as he moved back to me, an insane grin plastered to his face as he held up the hot knife, almost as if showing it to me would lessen my fear. It only heightened it to a point where I just wished I could pass out, be unconscious through the whole thing. "Daddy, please! Please, please, ple--!" Something was shoved into my mouth, something hard, something with a strap to it that he fastened behind my head to keep it in place. I screamed into the thing, thrashing around on the table. I didn't want this, God, I didn't want this! Please, please, kill me now, JUST KILL ME!
"Shh, Malik." His rough fingers found my hair and he stroked it in a way that would've been loving had he not been holding a knife with that psychotic grin plastered to his face. "I won't lie, this will hurt, but be proud that you get to do this."
Moving behind me, I was given no warning when the knife made contact with my skin and I screamed bloody murder. The pain, oh the pain, the hot, stinging, unadulterated torture I was going through as that knife was plunged into my skin over and over, only taken away once in awhile to be burned by the candle and then stabbed into me again.
It was almost a blur, my screams, my thrashing, the knife carving those horrible things into my back, the hot blood that pooled down over the table and onto the floor, my tears. My teeth couldn't have been biting the thing in my mouth hard enough, but that didn't dull the pain any. It lingered, sticking to me even when he had finished and moved to another part of my back, the pain was everywhere and he wasn't giving me any time to recover before he set to work to carve something else. He never said a word throughout the whole ordeal, but even if he did, I wouldn't have been able to hear anything over my own muffled screams of pain.
It hurt, it hurt, it just simply hurt. How could a father do something like this to his own son? His own son. How could he stand there, looking down on me, see me crying my eyes out until there weren't any tears left, see the blood he was shedding with his own hand, and just smile about it?
Daddy, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I did something, please, just stop it. This isn't some sort of tradition, some kind of ceremony, this is just torture. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, if any gods hear me, please just make it stop. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
My warm blood continued to gush out of me, even after he had finished carving into me, and the only indication I had that he had finally finished was when he moved within my eyesight, holding that bloody knife up to stare at it, before merely cleaning it with a cloth, putting it back into his desk, and walking out of the room, leaving me there alone, to writhe and moan and sob in pain.
I lay my forehead onto the table, exhausted, hurting, and scarred forever. I-I just didn't understand it. What was so great about the Pharaoh's secret that it had to be carved into somebody's flesh? What mattered so much that someone had to be physically marked for it for the rest of their lives?
"Malik-sama." Rishid's voice was like a breath of fresh air, a light at the end of the tunnel, and I cried in relief as my brother moved within my eyesight, untying the gag from my mouth where it rolled off the table and hit the floor with a dull clunk. He undid the straps binding me, saying nothing the whole time, and moved to my father's desk when I was free once more. It really didn't matter if I was untied or not. The pain in my back, the blood still pooling out and soaking the table, the floor, was more than enough to keep me subdued. Rishid returned with an immense pile of bandages and set to work on me, trying to be as gentle as his large hands would allow him as he cleaned me up, wiping away as much blood as possible, and tying the bandages around my abused flesh.
Pain, pain, it didn't matter anymore. It was done, I was marked, scarred, so the stings of pain those bandages made as Rishid wrapped me up were mediocre compared to the knife that had already done its damage.
It felt like it took hours for Rishid to stop the bleeding, but he managed to wrap me up to where nothing more soaked through and took a step back to let me recover. "...Malik-sama...I'm so sorry." His voice was cracky, hoarse like he was breaking down into tears. "I tried to ask your father to let me do the ritual, but...he wouldn't hear me out. I'm not his son after all. I...I'm sorry I couldn't take your pain away."
Hot tears pooled out, thick and salty, pouring down my cheeks. "Rishid..." I finally looked up at him, having not raised my head since my father left, and had I not been stiff with pain, I would've jumped. "R-Rishid...what's wrong with your face?"
My brother's entire left side was completely bandaged, and he stared at me through the bandages with one piercing hazel eye. Blood was soaking through it, dripping down his neck and staining his clothes. Blood, always blood. Why was so much of it always spilt in this place? "I couldn't take your pain away, but...at least with this..." He trailed off and unwound the wrappings from his face, revealing to me the hieroglyphs and symbols that were engraved in his flesh. The blood pooled once the bandages were no longer in place and he smiled at me through it, through his own pain. "But, at least with this, I pledge myself to you."
My brother, oh my brother, what have you done to yourself? You didn't have to do this, you didn't have to scar yourself for me.
I sobbed.
***
I stopped myself before rounding the corner to go into the hallway and slammed myself against the wall, still being careful of my plate. I felt sick, so why did I insist on taking it back with me? Because I was starving. Mariku made me sick, physically sick, but my stomach demanded food, but if I ate it in front of those people, I knew I'd be puking it back up. I just needed to get away from them, away from everyone, and be by myself for awhile. Or at least, until he decided to pay me a visit. I shivered at the thought, sucking in air before peeking around the corner, sighing when I realized there wasn't a soul in the hallway. A good start, so I rounded it and bolted to my room, wanting to be behind locked doors as soon as possible, knowing that thought was futile from the beginning. My door had been locked last night, but he still somehow managed to get into my room. Even with a body of his own, he wasn't human. In my eyes, all I saw was a monster.
My door shut with a fulfilling click and I quickly locked it, turning around and placing my back against it, just wanting to stop and breath. Breath, live, live without torture for awhile, without the knowledge that Mariku wouldn't let me be, that he would be back for me. He was always there, watching me, haunting me like a ghost, and I just wanted peace.
I slid down, folding my legs as I did so until I was sitting cross-legged in front of the door, my plate in my lap and I tore at my sushi, finally satisfying my hungry and growling stomach.
So...I was really doing this...hiding from Mariku, I mean. It had finally come to this, that he would bring someone like me, already a coward, down so low that I would resort to avoiding my fears and hoping foolishly that I could wait them out. If by some miracle he couldn't get to me in my room (which I knew very well that he could), he would find another way of reaching me. I was a puppet, he was my master, and I was at his mercy, my strings manipulated by him and only him. He knew my every move, and there was no hiding. I was only lying and delaying the inevitable for myself.
Miserable tears began to spring forth and I cursed myself. Dammit, dammit, why was I such a damn weakling?! I hated this! I hated living in fear of him, of running away from him, of giving myself false hopes that I could escape him. I couldn't take it anymore.
My food was gone, I realized when I reached down to grab another piece of sushi, only to discover that my plate was completely clean. I hadn't even realized how much I had eaten.
The door behind me vibrated against my back as someone knocked on it. "Malik-kun?"
Yuugi? I thought I told him I was fine (even though I wasn't, but that was beside the point). "Yuugi? What are you doing here?"
"Um...Jonouchi-kun and I were wondering if you wanted to play some games." Even without seeing him, I knew he was twiddling his fingers. He looked strangely cute doing that; it must've been a nervous habit.
"Duel Monsters?"
"No." It wasn't Yuugi speaking this time, it was that other kid...Jonouchi, he said? "We're taking a break from that for awhile, at least until we get back to Domino. Too many bad memories, you know?"
I leaned off the floor and opened my door while on my knees, getting some surprised looks when they had to look down at me. "Um...I was sitting in front of the door." My cheeks flushed.
Jonouchi fiddled with his messy blonde hair and gave me a wry smile. "Hey, don't worry about it. Anyway, you up for some games?"
"Card games?"
"No." He held up a case I hadn't seen him holding and pushed it into my face.
I leaned back, reaching up to take it and read the title. "Soul Calibur III? What kind of game is this?"
"Have you ever played a video game before, Malik-kun?"
"Um...maybe once or twice, but I don't really remember."
Jonouchi shot me a grin and took the game back. "Well, then, you are in for a treat, mister. Check it out, the blimp has a gift shop on the bottom floor and we found this in the bargain bin, and Yuugi bought a cheap Playstation 2 there also, so we can hook everything up and go play in his room. You have a TV, right, Yuugi?"
The small tri-colored haired boy smiled. "Yes! I know you aren't feeling well, Malik-kun, but if you're up for it, then play games with us!"
I gripped my doorknob, feeling my fingers loosen around it as they began to sweat. I was still nervous around these people, and I know they told me they had forgiven me, but...I guess I was afraid of Mariku. He didn't say I couldn't hang out with them. He just said not to mention that he'd...raped me. Or my secret, but I wouldn't tell them that anyway. I let out a shaky sigh and gave them the best grin I could muster. "Sure."
***
"I don't understand this game!"
Yuugi and Jonouchi were laughing at me, switching controllers with me as my character on the screen was knocked off the stage, screaming in anguish as he fell to his doom. I didn't understand how this game worked. I tried listening when Yuugi was teaching me all the buttons, but...all the buttons were just the same to me, so when it was my turn to fight, I just beat the little things on my controller until my fingers hurt.
"You're not being tactical, Malik-kun." Yuugi wasn't looking at me as he and Jonouchi picked their characters and a stage to face off against in. The announcer shouted "Fight!" and the two fighters collided, punching, kicking, rolling, doing everything I hadn't done.
I sidled up next to Yuugi, trying to pay attention to what he was doing with his fingers (although that was just as impossible as hiding from Mariku), and see what his character was doing at the same time. "How in the world do you use tactics in a game where you just beat each other up?"
Jonouchi laughed and hit the joystick, causing his samurai fighter guy to back away before performing a dash move on Yuugi's person. "You just have to watch what your opponent is doing, and then look for an opening like so..." He paused from talking to hit two buttons at once and his fighter did some sort of air jump thing and Yuugi's character was completely at his mercy, not standing a chance against the smashing move. "And go in for the kill." The green bar at the top of the screen signifying Yuugi's health was completely emptied and Jonouchi won.
"Aww!" Yuugi cried in exasperation, pouting at his friend, but somehow managing to be cheerful at the same time. "You always win when you pick him!"
"Uh, hence why I pick him."
I laughed and shook my head when Yuugi offered the controller back to me. "No, no thanks. I've had enough of this game."
He looked a little put off, but nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay." He and his blonde companion were about to go back to playing, but Yuugi jerked his head in the direction of the clock that hung above his bathroom and jumped. "Oh, dinner's almost ready, guys!"
I followed his gaze to the clock. Had we really been playing games all day? "Wow, guess we got carried away."
"Yeah, but...it was fun, wasn't it?"
I nodded, standing up with them as they gathered the controllers and turned everything off. "Yeah, even though I didn't know what I was doing half the time."
Yuugi had to jump a little as he reached up to clap my back. "Loosen up a little, Malik-kun. You still had fun, right?"
"Yes, of course. Thanks, guys."
"Oh, no problem. Just promise us one thing."
I arched my eyebrows. "...And what would that be?"
"Sit with us when we eat, okay?!" He was hopping up and down, like a kid on a sugar high. "I don't like the thought of you eating by yourself! It makes me uncomfortable! Even after you left this morning, your brother and sister were worried about you!"
Oh...Rishid and Isis...I had completely forgotten about them. I hung my head a little, feeling ashamed that I hadn't talked to them since we boarded the blimp again to go home. "O-okay, Yuugi. I'll sit with you."
The smile on his face couldn't have been wider. "Yay!"
Jonouchi rolled his eyes, patting Yuugi's head like he was a puppy as we made our way out of the room and into the brightly lit hallway. I could faintly hear the rain splattering on the roof and was amazed that it had been raining all day. The longer this storm dragged on, the longer it was going to take us to land...and today had only been the first day. I realized a little too late that last night didn't count and felt sick again.
We had just rounded a corner and began to head to the elevator when something caught my eye and I whipped my head in the opposite end of the hall, freezing on the spot when I saw Mariku staring at me from behind a corner. He looked angry, his brow furrowed and his eyes were narrowed. As soon as I made eye contact with him, he lifted a hand and motioned for me to come to him with a wag of his finger. I gulped, wanting to vomit. Oh God...already? I...God, I was scared all over again. I couldn't do it, I couldn't do this! I didn't want to--
"Malik-kun, are you okay?"
I stiffened and looked back at Yuugi, scared he had seen Mariku, but his eyes were only on me and they shined with worry. I tried my best to smile at him, and was going to laugh, but realized it would've shaken and he would get suspicious. "I-I, yeah, I'm fine. You guys go on without me, okay? I have to go to the bathroom."
Jonouchi was already in the elevator and he shrugged. "You could've gone in Yuugi's room, you know."
Yuugi entered the elevator with his friend and glanced back at me, looking genuinely worried. I smiled and waved as the door slid shut and carried them down to the cafeteria, my very bones rattling inside of me from fear when they disappeared from view.
I felt his gaze on me and I was terrified to turn around, to face him and his wrath (I knew why he was mad), but I didn't have to. As soon as the hallway turned quiet, except for my erratic breathing, his hand gripped me from behind and he spun me around to face him and his clearly pissed off demeanor. I shook in his grasp, scared, scared, I was so scared. Would he kill me now? I wanted to throw up.
"What...do you think you're doing?" Despite looking angrier than I had ever seen him before, his voice was quiet which disturbed me a little. It wasn't a whisper, but soft and calm. His fingers were tearing into my arms as he gripped them, causing me to whimper a little when I didn't answer right away. "I asked you a question, Hikari, and I expect an answer."
Fear, fear, fear, that's all that rang through my head, like a broken record. What would he do to me? He'd kill me, he'd murder me for sure this time. I was going to die, die, I was going t-to die! "What do you mean?" I was amazed that I hadn't stuttered and my voice remained strong, despite my shaking body. I could put jackhammers to shame at this point.
"You know damn well what I mean. What were you doing with those people? Didn't I tell you not to tell them anything? And don't lie to me, Hikari, I know you told them." He shook me a little, and I could hear him as he ground his teeth, like he was refraining from slapping me or something.
"I-I didn't tell them anything!" Ah, the stuttering was back. Such a short-lived victory from that. Too bad my fear wasn't giving me any release. It had me trapped, if possible, more than ever.
He released my shoulders only to grab onto my collar and bring me right up to his face, our noses touching. I was frozen, stiff as a board, only able to stare into those empty lavender orbs he called eyes. "Hikari, I've been merciful to you by not jumping in when I first saw you around those people. I let you sit around and play your stupid little games with them and hang out with them, but I swear to God, if you're lying to me, you will severely regret it."
"I'm not lying." I was quite proud of myself for keeping a strong voice while so close to him, even though I was about to vomit from fear. "Mariku, I'm not lying."
His expression changed and he backed away from me, that slit for a mouth of his curling into a grin. "Okay, Hikari, I believe you. I know you, I know you won't lie to me. I am you after all, I know your every thought, your fears, your dreams, everything you've ever thought about doing." Despite being in a better mood, the nasty grip he had on my shirt didn't give any signs of loosening. "We have time. You're coming with me."
I had no way of retaliating when his hands suddenly left my shirt only to snatch my wrist up and he pulled me to an empty room that wasn't locked. There was a bed, a desk, everything I had in my room, but the lights were off, indicating that no one was using this room. This would be Mariku's cup of tea, a room of darkness. I was still scared out of my mind when I was pulled into that room and he shut the door behind me, drowning out the light from the hallway. A streak of lightning came from outside and lit up the room for the briefest of moments and that's when his arms snaked around me from behind, pulling me close to him and he lay his head down on my shoulder, his breath hitting my ear. One of his hands slithered up and drew circles around my chest, making my breath hitch in my throat and I bit down a sob. Disgusting, so disgusting, but...what could I do? I could claim to fight him all I wanted, say that I was stronger and his better, say I could win, but the reality was that...I couldn't. I just couldn't. He had the upper hand, he was the master, I the puppet, and he cruelly pulled onto my strings.
"Hikari...I need you." A finger moved from my chest and played with my collar, reaching inside to tickle the bare flesh. "I...I love you, Hikari." He rested his head on my back, pulling me as close as could be allowed. "I love you, and you're going to give this to me without a fight, understand? Remember our deal. It will hurt, I know it will, so try not to cry." If that was meant as an apology, it was a horrible one.
We sank to the floor and I was pulled into his lap, his legs resting on either side of me, and he began pulling my clothes off. It was quicker than last night. My shirt came off first and was tossed somewhere in the dark, my pants were pulled down when he unbuttoned them, and he set to work, touching, grazing, tickling every piece of flesh he could find. He knew that in order to get me stimulated he would have to work slow, but this wasn't about me. It was about him, always about him, and I could feel him harden behind me and I bit the blood out of my lip to keep from sobbing.
Rape, rape, rape, I couldn't understand anything else at the moment. He had raped me, he was raping me, he was doing it all over again, and I couldn't do anything. I was a fool, a stupid pitiful fool. Who was I kidding? I couldn't fight him. I was weak and he was strong, I was the one with the secret, and he dangled that above me, controlling me to satisfy his own needs. It was my fault, it had always been my fault, so...what was the point in thinking I could defy him? He would win, he always did. Thinking about it now, I had never won. He was the one who killed my father, he was the one who took over my body during the tournament, he beat all Yuugi's friends in duels, and when I finally gained control back and whisked him away forever...he returned. He was always on top, and I on bottom, in a figurative sense.
His tongue crept out and lapped at my ear, his lips touching soon after and he nipped at it just so slightly that I shivered and flinched, and he sucked at it, just to spite me. "You're so beautiful, Hikari. I'm lucky to get such a body like the one you possess. It's like you've been given to me on a silver platter." More licking, more sucking, more shivering from me. "I'm going to do it now. Don't scream."
I was thrown none-too-gently to the floor on my back and I hadn't realized his pants were already unzipped, his hand enclosed around himself, stroking, pulling, making it hard to take me...again. He smiled down at me and my face burned under his gaze. If he must do this, the least he could do was not look at me like I was a gourmet dinner. He crawled on his hands and knees until he was positioned above me and he forcibly spread my legs apart, that hungry look still in his eyes as he gazed at my lower half. I choked out a sob and closed my eyes, not wanting to watch him and his sick wants.
"No. Look at me, Hikari. I want you to watch me. Quit being so embarrassed." His finger reached down to twiddle with my pubic hair. "You're beautiful down here, too." It took every fiber of my being not to scream out when he shoved into me, going all the way to the hilt. "Shh, shh, I know it hurts." His voice was strained, stiff when he pulled back out and he groaned, shoving back in. He was going so fast tonight, and he was right, it did hurt. Horribly. I stupidly thought it wouldn't be so bad since he'd done it the night before, but it was just ripping open an old wound and nothing was different, the pain was just as piercing and ripping, dull and repetitive as he repeatedly thrust in and out. I could already feel blood seeping out while I was stretched and my face burned to an astronomical amount when he hit a certain spot, causing me to moan at the euphoric feeling. God, I was such a slut. This was rape, I wasn't supposed to be feeling pleasure!
I was rocked into, over and over, faster and faster, and he moaned and groaned above me, complimenting how tight I was and how good it felt against him and then he stopped talking, concentrating on pleasuring himself, on reaching climax. That spot would be hit every now and then and I would sob, trying a worthless attempt at ignoring it and not moan, but I couldn't help it and I despise my body for loving it when a crime was happening to me. I didn't want it, I didn't want it, yet I loved that feeling at the same time. It was getting closer and closer and I could feel my own orgasm start to build, but Mariku had reached it before I did and cried out when he exploded into me for the second time in two days.
He stopped with his thrusts and pulled out of me, the feeling that had been building up now dying once nothing was no longer fueling it and I almost whined at the loss of it, but quickly caught myself. How much more of a whore could I have been? I hated him, I hated him, I hated what he did to me, they way he tortured me like this, the feelings he gave me, the way he made me covet them, God, I hated him!
He leaned over my sweating body and brushed some damp locks out of my face before giving me a kiss to the lips, ignoring the tears and sobs coming from me. "Thank you, Hikari. I'll be back later." His voice, his touches, and his presence were all gone as he disappeared once more, leaving me alone to weep on the cold floor, his semen dripping out of me as a horrible reminder that he spoke the truth, and he would be back.