Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Under The Sun; Book 1: A Slaves Tale ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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A big thank you to sonata hirano for her fantastic work on this and previous works I've written such as Shades Of Grey, which without her help wouldn't have come to you at all. And quick note to all my readers that I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my works.

This is an AU, alternate universe story, and I have no connection to the writers or creators of Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I profit from the creation of this Fan Fiction. Abuse both mental and physical are mentioned and will later be detailed. Sexual contact of both consensual and non-consensual, hetro and homosexual will be apart of this story so if these things offend you I surgiest you don't proceed in reading the actual story. And lastly reviews are very welcome along with any constructive criticisms you may have of what has been written.

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Aghony

A Slaves Tale

Part Six

I don't know how long I slept for but I woke stiff and chained to a cool stone tablet, groaning as my eyes took in my surroundings, only to find I could see nothing, it was too dark though I could hear just fine. Moans of pain and pleas for help and I knew where I was…I was in the Pharaohs torture chamber at the Palace, a place Seth had told me about, a place that Yugi had told me Atemu was trying to abolish.

“You're awake…good, now, now we can play,” a voice whispered and seconds later my screams echoed in the darkness, I didn't know what he was doing before it was done, small cuts, large ones. Never deep enough to kill me, never bleeding me enough to let me die and over and over I screamed my agony, even after my throat was dry and my voice little more than a pitiful rasp. Time meant nothing, just the pain, and that evil dark that hurt me.

“Please…no more,” my begging meant nothing, and every time I slipped away into the dark abyss of my own mind chilled, icy water would jerk me awake. Seconds, hours, days, months, years, I don't know how long I was there but every second was a second I could do without and as I let the pain swallow me, take me away from it all a gentle hand patted my head.

“Take him away…to the ant pits,” a voice whispered before the black of oblivion swallowed me again, and this time they let it keep me, at least for a time.

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I woke to a burn, as if my face and shoulders where on fire and the brilliance of Ra stung my eyes, making the scene around me even more unreal, even more dream like. I was buried to the tops of my biceps, and my skin was already red, raw from the sun exposure and the large red ants that were attacking me, eating me, the sand as it beat at me, tearing into my flesh.

“What the? Hello!” I called my voice a husky cry, looking around wildly as another of the little bugs bit me, this time on my throat, “Help!” I called as I struggled. This, this, could not be happening! I was meant to be safe! I lived with the Pharaoh and big brother and, and…Father.

And for hours I called for help, killing all the ants I could, screaming for someone, anyone to save me until my voice was little more the a horse whisper and my skin bleed and ached and felt too tight.

“Someone, please help me,” I whimpered as tears welled up and dried as they spilled, I didn't want to die like this, I didn't want to die alone.

“Please,” I whispered my head lolling back and just as my eyes drifted closed, exhausted and wanting sleep I heard it, the sound of hooves on sand and my head snapped up.

“Help! Please help me!” I called as loudly as I could and sighed with relief when I heard the horse come to a stop. I listened as someone made their way over to me, their feet light on the sand “What do we have here?” a voice I knew asked as he came at me.

“Please help me,” I whimpered turning my head to see Akefia who stared at me wide eyed, “Pharaohs Pet…why are you out here?” he asked walking over as if those annoying ants weren't deadly. As if they wouldn't try to eat him alive given the chance.

“Help me,” I sobbed and he nodded reaching down and pulling me up by my shoulders telling me to wiggle, I did, I wiggled and struggled in the sand until he had pulled me free and I collapsed into him. My arms encircling his waist as I hugged him to me whispering over and over, “Thank you,” trembling and shivering.

“Its alright kid, I got you,” he said wrapping his arms around me and I nuzzled my face into his waist until he asked, “Do you think you can stand?” and I nodded pulling away to get to my feet. The hot sand bitting into them and I looked down to see that the ants and sand and sun hadn't been the only things to hurt me.

Wounds, small and shallow, deep and long littered my chest and legs, I'm pretty sure my back as well and I swayed, from blood loss and dehydration, dark spots danced over my eyes and once again I lost myself in the black…

TBC

A/N: Again, sorry for the shortness, next one should be longer and a small warning that over the next year stories will probably come few and far between as I am doing year 12 and my studies have to come first.

I will not forget them and I will update they will just come out as quickly.