Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow of the torturer ❯ Shadow of the Torturer ( One-Shot )

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Shadow of the Torturer

Blood, death and pain; Three words that describe my job perfectly. I am, of course, an apprentice to

the guild of the Seekers of Truth and Penitence. Also known as the guild of Torturers, but I prefer

the latter. My job was to torture people, for other people, until they give up the truth.or died.

Hence, the name 'Seekers of Truth', and my name is Bakura. No last names, I am Captain Bakura,

to all. However, most of my guild brothers call me Bakura; the 'patients' call me master. Today I

have a special 'patient', why is this one more appealing than others are. He is in one of the high-

class rooms. I should probably explain, we are a high-class guild; we do not let our 'patients' live in

ghastly cells. Our cells are all equipped with carpet, a bed, a desk, and a sink. Just because we are

going to give them an early death filled inconceivable pain does not mean that we are evil enough

to make them live in repulsive conditions. So, as I was saying, to you dear reader, he is worth

mentioning because of what room he is in. The more money paid for the information we extract,

the better the living conditions, and he is in the preeminent room. I soon find myself at the gate,

leading into all the rooms, I nod to the guild brother who is guarding and put on my mask. A note

about the mask: that all brethren to guild are supposed to where; the mask color is a total black, that

just seemed like you were looking into an abyss, also two eye holes, tinted with black glass, and the

opening for my mouth was delimited with bones, human bones. After putting on my mask, I walk

up to my assignment's cell. I knock, and when I hear no murmur of protest, I proceed in. I gaze

around for the torture-intended, my eyes halted when they reached the bed. On the bed laid one of

the most beautiful boys, I have ever seen. He was delectable; pale white skin, luminous brown eyes,

and white hair that laid on his shoulders. My eyes traveled down, his body was frail, yet it seemed

powerful, and I felt myself reacting towards him. I could feel my face heat up, and I was very glad

that I did wear baggy pants. He stood up gracefully,

" Who are you? Where do I have go? Will you be releasing me now?"

His voice had a low timber, and his voice held only a little fear, I felt myself getting more aroused,

but I also found myself getting angry, I asked the questions. I walked over to him and backhanded

him. I bent down, and purred in his ear,

"I ask the questions. You are my patience; you will address me as Master

Bakura. And you will either answer with a 'yes sir' or 'yes master Bakura.' I will accept nothing

else, do you understand."

His delicate features had a blush on them, that intrigued me, but he bent his head down and

mumbled. That would not do. I reached down pulled him up by his shirt, and backhanded him

again.

"You will not mumble, you will answer me so that I can hear you. Do you understand?"

He looked up at me, and it seemed that he pierced my soul, I almost shivered at the intensity of his

gaze, but in the end, he looked down and I heard

"Yes master Bakura, I understand you. It will not happen again."

I growled, and hit him again,

"It will not happen again, sir."

I could feel his body tense up, but he managed to reply

"Yes Master Bakura I understand. It will not happen again, sir"

I leered and threw him down. I was already beating him into submission. He looked up at me, and I

could see the fear in his eyes. Now, before I go on, there is something that the reader should know,

I usually do nothing on impulse; everything I do is planned. So, when I do something on impulse it

should be noted, such as now. I took off my mask. I bent down so we could be eye to eye,

"Know this, you are mine. I can do anything I chose to do with you. Until

they want you out, I can and will do anything I wish with you."

I smirked, and did yet another thing on impulse. I kissed him; I grabbed his hair, and thrust my

tongue into his mouth. His body went stiff with the contact, and he started to shake, I found this

highly erotic, and started to explore, his hands came up to my chest and started to push me away. I

ended the kiss; I could feel the confusion and trepidation radiating off him. I laughed sadistically at

him,

"Expect anything."

I left laughing. As I went down the halls, I started to examine my feelings. It was clear that the boy

aroused me. However, why was I showing it? Everyone knows me for being emotionless. With the

exception for my violate temper. I am known for having a horrible temper, for no one could cross

me when I was in an adverse mood. Except why had I wanted to kiss that boy? It made no sense to

me. Nevertheless, thing that bothered me was that he could do that to me. He could make me act on

impulse. That is not allowed. I am the elite torture.what would my brethren say if they witnessed

my moment of weakness? I felt my chiseled features being stained red. I shivered, if anyone had

revealed that, I would be put to death. In addition, dear reader, you must understand, that my

brethren would not hesitate to use the same techniques on me, as we use on our patients. We are

never allowed to let a patient to see us without our mask. There is a non- human quality about our

masks, and it seems more plausible to the patient that something not human is torturing them. I

racked my brain to the reason I might have let him see me. And the only reason I could come up

with is, that I wanted to see that I was human, and that humans are capable of causing that much

pain in another person. I had an irresistible thrill of thinking of his expression would be like if he

could see the ecstasy on my face when I started to torture him. I could feel myself reacting towards

that thought, and it just proved to me without any doubt, that I was a sadist. A note to you dear

reader, you might think that I am horrible to get sexual gratification through someone else's pain,

but one must comprehend, that is how I was brought up. Pain is pleasure. The only other experience

where pain and pleasure met, was one of my patients, named Malik, and intrigued me. It was the

last day of his sentence, and it was, he gives up the information, or he dies. He was to be tortured

on one of my person favorites; it was a machine that slowly broke down your mind. In addition, for

you dear reader, I will explain how it works. First, there is a helmet that you put on the intended's

head, and after that, their mind will start playing illusions on them. Such as, if you fear swimming,

then you will be underwater, and be held under there, and then you will hear us ask our question,

and if you do not answer, then you can feel yourself losing oxygen, and then starting to drown.

Many a patient has died for asphyxiation, not knowing that all they had to do was take a breath.

Although, it was different with Malik, his greatest fear was being stabbed. The mind is a powerful

thing, if it believes that the body is being stabbed, then the body will compensate of it. In other

words, wounds will start to appear over the body. He would not tell me the information, so in the

last few seconds of his life, I took of my mask and kissed him. The taste of his dying screams, and

the erratic spasms of his body were beyond erotic. The sight of his wide- open eyes, and the blood

coming out of his mouth, and myself swallowing his screams and his coppery blood, is something

that has kept me warm many a nights. To me, dear reader, pain and pleasure always go hand and

hand. The thought that I could that with my new boy, gave me the shivers. I went back to my room

after my encounter with.I had not gotten his name. We do not usually need our patients' names,

but it is a nice thing to know, so that you can identify the body after the session. They all have

numbers, the number of their cell, but that can get confusing. I decided to go see my superior and

get that boy's name.

My superior is Master Marik. Master Marik is not someone that you want to get involved with.

Whether it is involved romantically, or otherwise. He is a maniacal, sadistic, malicious man. This is

probably why he is my superior. He is someone to be respected though; he can extract information

better than anyone that I know of. I knocked on his door,

"Enter."

I slowly came into his chambers; I spotted him at his desk, and descended across the room. Our

meeting was brief and I do not see the need to bore you, dear reader, with the menial conversation

that happened, and the main thing is that I got his name. Ryou. I also have more power over him

now. A name is worth a lot. It is who you are, and how you identify yourself. In addition, when you

no longer have your name, you become less sure of yourself, and then more inclined to give up

information. As I went back to my chamber, I thought about what device to use on Ryou. I went

over every device that we had and which one I would love to see his delectable body sprawled on.

Soon enough I found myself at my chambers, I let myself in and cannot wait for tomorrow.

~*~

I went to his chambers the next morning, and knocked, again, I hear no murmur of protest so I step

inside. My gaze goes straight to the bed to where he is sleeping. I smirk, when opportunity

knocks.I walk over to his bed and remove my mask, and start a very through exploration of his

mouth. My hands were anything but idle, while my tongue started to thrust in his mouth, my hands

went under his shirt and pinched his nipples. His eyes went wide-open and he started to push

against me, except when I my hands found his chest, as soon I pinched him, he let out a mind

chilling moan. Liking the reaction I was getting, my hands found his neck and I wrapped my hands

around his neck and applied pressure. Losing myself in his chocked moan, I growled, and ended the

kiss. He sat on his bed and tried to regain his breath, and looked at me with incredulous eyes.

"Well, Ryou, we are going to have some fun today, aren't we?"

I did not wait for a reply, so I took his wrists, and dragged him with me.

I will not describe the torture that Ryou went through that day, because nothing happened. I was

denied access to my favorite device, so briefly it was a boring day. I also did not get any

information. However, hearing Ryou scream himself hoarse did have a certain appeal. Hearing his

pain stricken cries echo through out was enjoyable. At least for me, Ryou on the other hand did not

enjoy it as much as I did. I had to carry him back to his room, and lay him on his bed, I usually will

make a patient walk, but I wanted him refreshed for tomorrow.

~*~

The same thing went on for a week. I was always denied my favorite device, so I had to use

alternate sources. In addition, I still had no information. That is one of the most disturbing things, I

need to get this information, else wise, and he dies. Even though I am paid to kill him, I want him

to give up the information. If a patient does not give up information, then we have no choice but to

kill them. It is a better fate than what awaits them outside of our gates. In addition, I had grown

somewhat attached to the boy, in the sense that I would rather kill him then have someone else do

it. I was walking away from his chamber, another uneventful day, when I got the message that my

superior wanted me. I made haste to his chambers, and when he called me in, I got disturbing news.

"They need the information out of Ryou by three days hence. You are now allowed

to use the mind breaker. Nevertheless, know this, he cannot die until he gives the information. We

have to have it; it is worth a lot of money. Go."

Coming to my room, I thought about what Master Marik said. I could finally get to use my favorite

device on Ryou. Somehow, that did not make me as happy as it should have.

~*~

He was magnificent. There are no other words to describe Ryou when he was under mind-breakers

powers. Do you know what Ryou is afraid of? The one thing that makes him cries out in bone-

chilling terror. Being raped, or being more specific, going into a physical relationship, and in the

end not being loved. As you have already figured out dear reader, I can see what goes on in his

head. At first I, as I always do, I watched him, so see what his out ward reaction would be. I was

beyond surprised when I saw him starting to buck his hips and whimper. His hands were clamped

down, but they were straining to get out. I have seen that before, everyone needs their hands to get

them out of a bad situation, like if you were dreaming that you were drowning, and then you would

want to use your hands to help you swim to safety. In this case, it is safe to say that that was not his

intentions. As I have already stated, I always watch them, and I do not go into their minds until the

second time, so I was a bit confused what was scaring him. I saw him grounding his hips into thin

air, and I heard him whimpering and moaning, but I was still lost. What in the world could be

scaring him? I was confused until I saw a telling bulge in his pants. My mouth went dry, was this

boy afraid of sex? This could be more fun than I thought. I continued to watch. It was strangely

erotic watching him there helpless, with his pleasure evident, but him not being able to do anything

about it. What was even better to watch was his face, watching it contort into frustration, and

getting increasingly desperate, seeking the release that would not come. It was now straining

against the fabric of his pants, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to less the need. I

watched him for another hour, hearing all his curses, and all his promises if someone would grant

him release. Yet again, I did something on impulse; I unlocked one of his hands. It immediately

went to his swollen need, his heated moan told me that if I had wanted to torture him more all I had

to do was lock up that hand. I watched as he pleasured himself, and as he finally found the release

he had been searching for, it had been, what, 3 hours? He went lax and then, his body jerked this

way and then it jerked that way. And tears started to come out of his eyes, and whimpers of 'Don't

you love me?' and 'But I love you!' His eyes went wide as he screamed,

"Don't leave me! I thought you loved me!"

He started to sob, and his cries were getting hysterical. I walked over to him and asked a question. I

am not allowed to tell you dear reader, what the question was. That is part of the guild's rule, tell

no outsider of what the information was, or what the question was. Sorry to disappoint you. The

question is something that he refused to answer. How did he refuse? Well, he told me clearly that I

could stick the question in a very unlikely place. Whether you are being tortured or not, no one

speaks to me like that. I backhanded him once, then twice,

"I am not your lover, I am your Keeper in the Guild of Seekers of Truth, Master

Bakura. You will never address me like that again, do you understand?"

His teary eyes finally focused on me, his eyes widened, before he sighed and spoke in a chocked

voice,

"Yes Master Bakura. I understand that I was mistaken when I addressed you like

that, sir."

I smirked, so you can teach them to be obedient. I inquired to whether he could walk or not, he

attested that he could. I unshackled him; he put both feet on the ground before his legs gave out. I

let him fall to the floor. He attempted to get back up again, yet failed. I waited for him to humble

himself before me and ask to be picked up. I heard his labored breath, and I got the impression that

if I was close enough that I would, in all likelihood, be hearing him grinding his teeth. I lingered

another few seconds, seeing if he would attempt to walk again, when I heard the pained whisper,

"Master Bakura, it seems that my legs to not appear to be working properly,

would you please help me?"

I leered, that is what I wanted to hear. I proceeded forward to pick him up. He hung his head low,

and I almost missed the hesitant whisper,

"Were you watching the entire time, Master Bakura?"

My cruel laugh more than likely grated in his ears.

"What watched you pleasure yourself, then see you break down? What are you

afraid of boy? Sex?"

A mortified blush stained his checks,

" I believe, sir, that I am afraid of not being loved. It has happened where I thought

that someone loved me, we went into a relationship, and in the end, and he left me. I am afraid that

will happen again."

I walked as I listened to him; it made sense, to him at least. However, oddly enough, I felt myself

sympathizing with him. As I laid him down on his bed, I felt another emotion, one that I had never

experienced; I was beginning to like the boy. That shook me down to my soul. I had never liked

another human being, I had always been somewhat fond of my brethren, and I could not say that I

felt this way about any of them. I stumbled out of his room, anxious to get away from him, and

ready to examine a new feeling. As you dear reader has already remember, early on, I made a

comment about myself; it was that I was emotionless, with the exception of my temper. I am not

one to waste time and effort on frivols emotions such as love! As you dear reader have already

deduced, I am extremely disgruntled about this. Nevertheless, there was no denying it; I was getting

feelings for the boy. How are you supposed to kill someone that you are beginning to like?

However, I ruthlessly pushed that thought aside; I am Master Bakura, elite torture! Nothing will

stand in my way. Not even a certain white haired patient. I pushed my feeling emotions down,

vowing never to give into them. I had to be strong; if someone found out that I had feelings for the

boy, it would be the death of both of us. So you see dear reader, that I am not allowed to have any

feelings, so please do not think that I am an emotionless jerk. There is a reason for everything I do,

and this reason is that I like my life and would like to keep it. I settle down to go to sleep, tomorrow

I have to get the information, tomorrow I will not let have the use of his hands, tomorrow, I will

start my job for real.

~*~

I watched his mind this day, and I have to say, I am guilty of liking what I saw. I saw Ryou and his

lover, in the most sensual act I have ever witnessed. He was breathtaking the way he reacted

towards his lover, yet the lover almost never touched him. It was odd, seeing the boy in a bed naked

and in all his glory, and not seeing someone touch him. On the other hand, if he was touched they

looked feather light, enough to drive someone insane. I felt somewhat bad for him, no one should

be subjected to this kind of torture, and it was cruel and unusual! I stopped and thought about what

I just said, and a sadistic, malevolence plan formed in my head. I laugh coldly as I put my plan in

action. Another note to you dear reader, I am not an evil person, I just take pride in what I do and

have fun. Not my fault that fun includes slowly torturing someone and laughing while their

anguished screams echo in my head, it is just my job. Back to my plan, it was to sexually torture

him. Now the guild does frown on this type of torture, because it seems immoral, and dirty.

Although, in this case, I will make an exception. Making sure that the mind- breaker is still in affect

I walk over to where he is straining against the bonds, I slowly stroke him through his pants. He

slams his head into the table his is strapped onto. I ask him the question he does not look like he is

listening, so I turn off the mind breaker, he slowly regains his breath and he looks up at me.

"I will get that information out of you, one way or another."

Holding his gaze, I start to use feather light strokes, he moans, and tries to create more friction.

"I will do anything you want if you tell me that information."

He shakes his head, and moans out a 'no'. I smirk; I can sense his resolve deteriorating. I ask again,

as my hands start to stroke him harder. His eyes close as he shakes his head more, but I can see that

he is losing it. I ask the question once more. However, it looks like he is beyond speech. That will

not do. I stop immediately. He groans and makes an effort to look up with beseeching eyes. I stare

him down,

"I need that information, you will give it to me. NOW."

Ryou shook his head,

"I will never give the information, never, you can kill me, but I will never tell!"

I walked up and slammed his head into table.

"Insolent slave! You will not deny me anything."

He gasped and looked up with unshed tears gleaming in his eyes,

"I- I."

At that moment, my dear reader, something rather unexpected commenced. My superior, Master

Marik, entered the room.

"We need the information. I will personally take this case, I will begin tomorrow."

He turned to Ryou, "You will find that I will not be as easy as Brother Bakura. I intend to get the

information from you."

He looked Ryou over and leered,

"I might have myself some fun while I am at it. I bid you good day."

He swept out of the room, and Ryou turned to me with frightened eyes,

"He is going to rape me, isn't he?"

I nodded, there was not anything I could do.

He grabbed my tunic,

"Please kill me! There is nothing else I have to live for! I need to die! I will never

give up that information. Never!"

I thought about his words, and without saying anything, I led him back to his cell. As I locked his

cell, I heard muffled cries come from it. This has to be the most noteworthy thing I have ever done.

So dear reader, pay attention. When it came time for his evening meal, I slipped a knife along with

it. I stood outside the door I head a gasp of understanding, a soft,

"Master Bakura, I thank you for what you have done. I believe that I was beginning to love

you."

As soon as I saw the blood seeping from under the doorway, I left. I had actually done something

worthwhile. It makes me feel whole. To a certain extent anyway. Nevertheless, I do- what there is

someone knocking on my door. Please wait dear reader while I-

~*~

This is Master Marik. You, dear reader, are probably wondering what happened to the author of

this, Brother Bakura. He was hung this morning. He died an un-honorable death. He helped kill a

patient when we did not have all the information that we needed. Some wanted him exiled,

banished, but I after reading this, I knew that he had to be executed. We have no need for traitors.

Since you, dear reader, have been following Brother Bakura, you might find some relief that when

he did die, he did not beg for his life. He took it like the elite torture that he is. However, something

else that you probably would not want to know is that he experienced pain. He did not die until 3

minutes after the trap door was opened. The rope had not been tied correctly and it chocked him to

death instead of snapping his neck instantly. As I read this, it seemed that Brother Bakura was

experiencing an emotion. An emotion called love. Moreover, look where it got him. He and his

lover killed. So to you dear reader, I will make a suggestion, never fall in love, it will only lead to

death, pain and agony. In addition, there is enough of that already of that in the world, mostly

caused by my guild. Poor, pitiful Brother Bakura, he is only a shadow of the torture that he used to

be. I pity him. I bid you, dear reader, adieu.

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