Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

I can not claim ownership of Yu-Gi-Oh (sucks don't it >_<)

She couldn't move, she was shrouded in darkness. "Calla." a voice cooed from the darkness. She felt arms wrap around her in a squeezing grip. Then a tongue ran along the back of her neck. "I told you I'd always find you, my Calla." The arms spun her around and she stared helplessly into his violet eyes. 'NO! Fight! Move! Why the hell can't I move!?!' Malik's grinning face radiated hunger and lust. "You will always be mine." He whispered as he pressed her against the wall then-

Calla's eyes snapped open. She looked around franticly, she was still chained to the wall, wherever that was anyway. "Shit!" she was breathing hard. 'It was just dream, thankfully.' She sighed as she leaned against the wall. 'Why me? Of all the girls in Egypt why does he want me?' She shook her head to clear her thoughts and turned back to her current situation. After her abductor had left the room she had drifted back to sleep because she was still drowsy. She figured he'd been gone about thirty minutes to an hour when he re-entered the room. "Just tell me why." He turned and stared at her with an annoyed expression. "What are you babbling about?" "I want to know why you kidnapped me." "I don't have time to chat with annoying little prisoners." "You're an ass." "Shut up unless you want a dagger at your throat again." She sat quietly for a minuet. "Just tell me!" "NO! Besides even if I did feel in a talky mood an insolent royal like you wouldn't be able to comprehend what I plan to do!" He glared. "Try me." "How about no, princess!" "If your going to chain me to a wall you could at least tell me if your going to use me as a ransom or something!" Bakura stopped and smirked "Well what do you know, a royal with some brains." Her face went blank. "So you are going to ransom me?" He snorted, leaned against the wall and pulled out his dagger and started playing with it, ignoring her question. Then a knocking sound from above in the other started. "I know that knock…" he mumbled and got up and hurried to unchain Calla. "What are-" "Shut up." He whispered quietly "But-" He slapped his hand over her mouth and half carried - half dragged her to a different room. Her eyes widened and she struggled wildly as he threw her down beside the bed. 'Hell no! He thinks I'm going to go along with this!?!' "Quite squirming, unlike Malik I have no interest you." Bakura chained her hands to rather long shackles that lead to the head of the bed. "So unless you'd rather me leave you out in the open so Malik can claim you, hold still and shut up." Her eyes got even wider with shock. "He-he's out there?" He stared at her, slightly shocked at the change that had come over her. "Yes and be quiet, I don't need the idiot tomb keeper messing up my plans." She straight ahead not replying. He waved a hand in front of face out of curiosity. 'People get easier and easier to traumatize every day I swear!' He got up, left the room and locked the door behind him. 'Time to deal with the tomb keeper.'

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'I can't even avoid him when I'm kidnapped!' It seemed impossible. She had been kidnapped and taken to who- knows where and there he was in the next room. 'Unless he's lying, but I've got that really uncomfortable feeling that he isn't and Malik is here. I guess there's nothing to but wait.' She looked around her at the various items hanging on the walls. 'Some one's got and obsession with sharp objects.' She cringed at her own use of the word 'obsession'. All it did was remind her of Malik's apparent obsession with her. 'I should have never tried to escape like that!' She sighed, wishing she could change the past as she thought back to her first escape attempt.

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She had grabbed a set of slave's cloths and changed into them trying to look the part of a peasant by covering them with a rather tattered cloak. All she had to do was get past the palace gates and grab a camel and she'd be on her way back home. Her hair was no longer in a neat pony - tail but down and stuffed in the back of her hood. With a few dirt smudges it was hard to think she was supposed to be the future queen of Egypt. Sneaking past the gates was easy enough and before she knew it she was running down an alley away from the palace and a loveless marriage. After fifteen minuets she had stopped running and was walking, keeping to the shadows so no one would be able to recognize her blue eyes. "Well what have we here?" She could still remember how that voice had echoed down the alley. She turned and saw a stranger dressed in a purple robe. She shifted uneasily. The way the stranger's eyes stared out at her from under the cloak was very unsettling. "A pretty desert flower wearing the cloths of a slave? It's not often one comes along such a prize." 'Shit! This was a really bad idea!' She had just considered running when she heard the noise behind her. 'No this was a really really bad idea!' Blocking the only other escape were more people in purple robes. After turning to face the stranger she jumped. While her back was turned he had moved forward and she was now looking him in the eye. "The pharaoh always pays me extra for bringing in runaway slaves but…" At this point the grabbed her arm and spoke into her ear "who knows how much he'd pay for a princess." Her eyes widened considerably. "It's to bad I have business to attend to now." He turned to his followers "Four of you will escort her back to the palace." "Yes master." she heard them mutter before he turned his smirking face back to her. "It's also to bad that you happen to be the pharaoh's bride." "What do you mean?" She moved her body as far away from his as possible. "It would be so much more pleasurable if you were mine at the time being." He turned with the rest of his followers leaving her with the last four. "I wouldn't mention this to the pharaoh, he'd be most let down to find that you tried to leave him."

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She sighed. Malik had been right so she hadn't told that time. After other escape attempts she no longer tried to hide them but that hurt Yami enough and she tried not to mention much about them. Not that it mattered though, the only time Yami ignored his duties was when she was missing. When she was found again it was back to work. The worst part was that the less Yami was around, the more Malik was. She had been properly introduced to him the day after her first attempt. Yami had introduced them and she had seen him hide a smirk at her shocked recognition. She never knew how he had known who she was in the ally and wasn't sure she wanted to. All she wanted was to be free of loveless life with the pharaoh and of the tomb keeper's attention.

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Malik had just finished informing Bakura of his little escapade that had gone awry. Bakura feigned indifference and waited till Malik finished to speak. "One. Tell me why you wanted her permission when you can get in perfectly well and two. What do you expect me to do about it?" Malik growled at him "First of all I needed her permission because pharaoh was going to get the high priest to put a spell on her room so only certain people can get in and I needed admission beforehand. He wanted to make sure she was 'safe'. And as for what I expect you to do about it, you have connections, help me find her!" He snorted. "Why should I help you?" "Because if you don't I could turn you in in an instant!" "Not if I kill you." They sat glaring at each other in stony silence. "If I keep an eye out for anything unusual will you leave?" Bakura hated people dropping in at his hide out. "Fine." Malik got up and turned to leave. "One more question, why are you so obsessed with the pharaoh's bride?" Bakura's curiosity had finally gotten the better of him. Malik scowl instantly turned into to a smirk. "I have many reasons, she and the power both belong to the pharaoh and I shall be pharaoh therefore she rightfully should be mine. Besides, owning her would prove to be very enjoyable." and he went up the trap door and was gone. Now Bakura smirked 'What a dolt!' He got and headed towards the bedroom. If Malik decided to pay another visit he'd rather have the girl in a different room already and she was not staying in his room. Calla watched as Bakura strode into the room and went to a small table at the far wall. "Dam it! Where is the accused thing?" "What?" He gave her a glare for speaking "The stupid key to your chains." Her pupils shrunk. "You lost it?" "It should be over but it's not and that lock is pick proof!" "Why have a pick proof chain if you could loose the key so easily?!" He snorted "Most people who end up in those chains are tortured in here for my own amusement and when I'm down with them all you have to do is cut their hands off." "But I can't sleep on the floor in these chains, I might stung by a blasted scorpion or something!" "There's no where else in this house to sleep." he snapped back. About that time the same thought had hit them both. 'We have to share the bed tonight!'

r&r With any and all suggestions please.