Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Bakura looked up from the gold laden table in his favorite hideout to observe his captive. The parted bangs that framed her face moved regularly do her light breathing and the chain attached to her ankle clinked quietly as she moved in her sleep. He snorted as he thought about how feebly she had fought back even before he had held the treated cloth to her face. 'She practically relaxed in my arms when she saw my face!' His mind drifted back to how she looked as she had run, fleeing from Malik and he relished the look of fear her face had possessed. It was almost laughable how easy it was to kidnap her right out from under the pharaoh's and Malik' s noses. 'I'd love to see the look on Malik's face when he realizes his little plaything is gone.' He smirked and went back to his gold.

"Calla!" Malik punched a nearby tree in his anger. He couldn't believe it, his Calla, his toy was gone. She belonged to him, even though she wasn't truly his yet she was going to be once he was pharaoh. Once he was pharaoh nothing would stand in his way to the power and her and now she was gone! 'But not for long.' He thought, his eyes wide open with miniscule pupils in his anger. On the way back from their last escapade he had promised that it didn't matter where she ran, he would always find her. Calla would be his, 'I gave you a promise my Calla and I will keep it, I will find you and I swear by the temple of Ra that when I do you will belong to me!'

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'Ugh, what the hell happened?' Calla squinted against the light as her eyes cracked open. Her head pounded and the last thing she could remember was running, but from what? 'Malik! Oh please don't let him have caught me!' Her vision cleared and she found herself in an unfamiliar room and the person sitting at the table completely covered in gold was defiantly not Malik. She stared in shock, long white hair poured over his shoulders and his well-toned muscles were easily seen through his open red coat. And his eyes! 'Those eyes!' It came back to her in a rush, he was the one who had taken her! But where, and why? She sat up slightly but he was to focused on the gold to notice. She tried to move her leg to stand and yelped. The shackle around her ankle jerked her foot hard. The stranger jerked his head up and smirked "So the little captive as finally woke up." The tone of his voice shook her up, he knew he was in complete and total control. "Wh-who are you? Why did you bring me here?" she stuttered, failing to conceal her uneasiness. The stranger leaned back in his chair, obviously enjoying her nervousness "Who I am is currently none of your concern and as for why you're here," he smirked again showing his sharpened canines "I have my reasons." She cocked her head and asked cautiously "Do you work for Malik?" in a flash he was in front of her and there was a dagger tickling her throat. His voice was dangerously low as he growled "It would be in your best interest to never suggest that I work for anyone again, is that clear?" he lifted the dagger forcing her to look in to his blood-like eyes. He saw fear and she saw control. She nodded mutely. "Good." He slid the dagger out from under her throat letting the tip of the blade glide along the bottom of her chin. He sheathed the dagger and whirled around and stalked out of the room. 'This has not been my day.'

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