Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Sorry guys but this chapter is nothing but Malik/Calla action (all one-sided -_-)and if that's what you wanted, well you got it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh nor any of the characters from the anime/manga.

Calla narrowed her eyes when she noticed Malik's figure appear behind her in the water. Him putting his arms around her waist didn't help her temper. "What's wrong? I thought you would've loved your new clothes, they're blue. I know it's your favorite color." 'Just wait for the opportune moment, then act.' "You don't know a thing about me." "Temper, temper." he murmured in her ear. "If you don't cheer up I'll be forced to make love to you and I had planned to wait later." 'That's it! The opportune moment is now!' "Shut up!" she aimed a kick at his groin. Fortunately for him he shifted just in time for the kick to land on his thigh. 'Seems my Calla needs a lesson.' He grabbed her arms, pinning them to her stomach, and dragged her backwards out of the bath. "Let me go!" "Ah, ah, ah, my Calla." he chastened. "Now tell me, which would you prefer, the wall, the ceiling, or the bed?" 'What is he talking abou- Oh shit! That's not good.' A pair of shackles hung down from the ceiling, about two feet above her height. Then there were the shackles on the wall. But the worst part was, she saw through the parted curtains, the leather bonds attached to the head and foot of the bed. "You've put a lot of thought into this haven't you?" "Of course my dear, only the best, but if you're not careful, only the worst." 'Why do I always end up in these situations, and helpless?' "No answer? Then I suppose the bed will have to do." "No!" Now she struggled hard. She swore she could hear him smirk. 'I like her fearful, it's interesting but I was hoping she'd throw a bit more of a tantrum.' "My Calla, you could be a little bit more cooperative." "No I couldn't but you could be and let go!" "Then it's my turn to be stubborn, so no." Calla struggled even harder as they got closer and closer to the bed. It was in vain. Malik swung her around as he pinned her on the bed and made quick work with the bonds. Once her arms were tied he slid down to the foot of the bed and did the same to her feet. Only then did he lean back to admire his handy-work. 'What's with the inside of these cuffs, they're soft?' Malik lightly ran a finger down the curve of her bare stomach. "Leather ties are so much gentler than those chains of the tomb robber. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." 'Bakura…NO I can't think of him right now, I have to get out of here!' "You're going to pay for this!" "Pay or get paid, my Calla?" "Call me that one more time and I'm going to slap the blond right off you!" "You're in no position to be making threats dear, though an interesting position it may be." she just glared at him now. "Calla, Calla, my Calla. As beautiful as any pure bred in the pharaoh's stables but as stubborn as a common mule." he straddled her hips. "But I think you'll be much more interesting to ride." Her glare turned into a look of disbelief. "What is wrong with you?" "Nothing dear, I've always been the impatient sort." He reached out and trailed his fingers across her cheek. She snapped at him. "It's strange," Malik leaned down and she winced as his breath brushed her face. "you snap at me but so long I have wondered." He rubbed his face against hers. "Exactly how you taste." He turned his head and kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue in. It felt around every inch of her mouth, sliding over her own as though begging for reaction. 'I'll kill him! I'll kill him. Stop!' His tongue withdrew. "Just as I thought, you're delicious." "I hate you." "I know, that's what makes it fun." 'Ra why me? Why? I hate him, I don't love my betrothed, why can't I find someone I love and get it returned? Why do I get an obsessie and a just friend? Why can't I just live?' She growled as he gave her ear a good lick when a knock sounded. "I'll be back soon my Calla, don't get too lonely." She turned her head to the side, holding back tears. He smirked and slid off her to answer the door. Calla barely heard the voices conversing as one question ricocheted back in forth in her mind. He'd shut the door and turned back when she couldn't hold it in. "Where are you Bakura?" "Bakura." Her head snapped toward him fearfully. "So you've fallen for the tomb robber." Rage was building up behind his eyes. "If that's the case dear, I've some arrangements to make with my hunters." "No! Leave him out of this! I don't care for him!" Malik whirled around with something in his hand. "Your panic gives you away!" He slipped on his robe, not releasing the object. "I was planning to make the tomb robber pay but now it shall be a punishment to him and a lesson to you, dear." Her eyes widened, she could finally tell what the object was. "I'll be back before the hour is out and when I return," he threw the object to the foot of the bed, "I can reacquaint with the last thing you'll have from your little crush." Malik slammed the door as he left. 'What have I done?!' She stared down at the black leather wipe, coiled like a viper at her feet. There was an empty place on Bakura's wall.

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