Love From Hell

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After tending to Bakura’s needs all night long I found myself sick the next morning. My father had been concerned and wanted to stay home with me but I insisted it was just a stomach bug. I spent the entire day sleeping, well, that or just lying in bed. Bakura would come around randomly but he didn’t mess with me. Bakura knew that in order for him to have fun I had to be mostly in good condition. After that night I had not been in mostly good condition. I was in mostly bad condition. I found it rather sweet that he left me alone yet I also found it saddening as well as disturbing. He wasn’t with me so if he wasn’t with me then who was he with and what was he doing? I suppose it didn’t matter in the end though.

Letting out a sigh I headed down the halls of Domino High School. After a day of complete and total bed rest I felt so much better. I was still sore but much less than before. My teachers were all very happy to see me back and I promised them that I would work harder to get my grades back up. I avoided most of the students and I especially avoided Yuugi and his gang of friends. I didn’t want to talk to him or any of them.

“Ryou!”

Speak of the devil...it was only a matter of time before he would find me and track me down. I groaned inwardly but stopped and turned slightly. I gave a half-hearted smile as Yuugi came running up beside me. “Ryou, I’m so glad to see you. I’ve been worried; you haven’t been in school for days.” Yuugi was a good guy, he really was and I am sure that under different circumstances would could have been very good friends. I could have been part of their little gang. Not now though, I could not be part of their gang now. There was just no way. Bakura would have a fit.

“I’m sorry to have worried you, Yuugi.” I replied. “I just haven’t been feeling well.” He frowned slightly. We both knew I was lying, well, yesterday I really didn’t feel well but we knew what that was from. I was taken aback when Yuugi suddenly wrapped his small arms around me, hugging me tightly. I winced. It hurt but the gesture was sweet. I sighed heavily and bent to hug him as well.

“Ryou, please come home with me after school. I really want to talk to you. Please don’t say no.” He asked gripping my uniform tightly. “Please.” He was begging now and his eyes were glistening as if he were going to cry. I furrowed my brow confused by the look he was giving me. I bit my lip and glanced around. “Hnn, fine Yuugi.” I said. “Meet me outside by the maple tree and I’ll go home with you.” I was probably going to regret it later but I couldn’t have Yuugi crying or begging. He nodded. “I’ll be waiting.” He said releasing my uniform and heading down the hall.

I sighed again and made a stop to one of my teachers to get the homework I needed then left to go meet Yuugi outside. I was hoping that once I got out there he would be gone but no such luck. Yuugi was persistent and wasn’t going to let me back out of going home with him. I wondered if what he wanted to talk to me about had anything to do with his Sennen Puzzle and the spirit that Bakura told me was inside him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to listen to him talk to me about this but I agreed already.

Yuugi smiled at me as I came over to him. “Let’s go, okay?” He turned and led me back to the Game Shop. We walked in relative silence. I didn’t have anything I wanted to say and he obviously didn’t want to question me about anything. Of course, I knew what he would ask me about and honestly, I didn’t want to talk about it while walking down the street. I was relieved when we arrived to the Game Shop; the silence between us was starting to get on my nerves a little.

“Hello Yuugi!” His grandfather chimed as we entered. Yuugi smiled and said hello. He introduced me to his grandfather then led me up the stairs to his bedroom. He tossed his things aside and sat on the bed when we got into his room. It wasn’t too small and it wasn’t too big of a room. It seemed to fit Yuugi just fine. In fact, it would fit me just fine as well. “Please make yourself comfortable.” He told me. I nodded but said nothing as I set my bag against the wall and started to unbutton my uniform jacket. Yuugi pat the spot next to him on his bed and, like an obedient dog, I sat down beside him.

“What did you want to talk to me about, Yuugi?” I asked him crossing my leg over the other. I did not want to be here right now and the gods only knew what Bakura was thinking when I didn’t come home at the right time. I could almost feel my stomach turning at the thought of what was to come once I did arrive home. “Well, not me per say, but the spirit inside me wants to talk to you.”

“The Pharaoh?” I asked looking at him. What in god’s name could he want with me? This was going to be horrible if…once Bakura finds out. Yuugi nodded and before my eyes, standing beside him was the Pharaoh. I blinked my wide open eyes and moved back a little. “Please don’t be afraid.” The taller Yuugi said.

I halted and stared at him suspiciously as he extended his hand. “You must be Ryou. I am Yami.” He said with a smile on his face. I sighed and took his hand shaking it lightly. “Pleasure...” I responded. He released my hand then came on the other side of where I was and sat there. I felt sandwiched between two Yuugis. It was awkward to say the least.

“I am going to assume you are the owner of the Sennen Ring, am I correct?” Yami asked. His voice was deep and smooth almost soothing in a way. I looked to him and nodded slowly. “Yes, I am.” Yami nodded slowly. “Why does it matter?” I asked after a moment of silence. “It matters because you have an evil spirit residing in that ring.” He told me. Well, yes, I realized that soon after getting the ring. I wanted to scoff and retort at him but I held my tongue. “He’s not a good person and you shouldn’t be treated the way he treats you.”

I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from him. “Don’t talk to me like you know what is going on.” I sneered. “Ryou, we just want to help you.” Yuugi said placing his hands on my arm. I shook my head and stood up to get away from their touch. They were crowding me. “You’re not helping me!” I ran my fingers through my hair shakily and paced the length of the bedroom. Yami stood up from the bed and came over, taking my hands. “Ryou listen to us. You’re not okay and we do know what is going on…” He said bringing his hand up to caress my face. I furrowed my brow. His hand was so warm and inviting.

“Mmgh, stop...” I moved away from him. “You don’t know, you don’t understand.” Yami let out a sigh. He grabbed my hands and pulled me over to a full length mirror on Yuugi’s wall. He started removing my jacket and I squirmed to get away from him. “Stop it!” I cried. “Look at yourself, Ryou!” I shook my head refusing to look in the mirror. “No! Let me go!” Yami unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off in one swift tug. I gasped sharply, blushing bright red and wrapped my arms about myself. “Yami!”

“Look at yourself! Look at what he has done to you!” I shook my head and closed my eyes tightly. Yami and Yuugi just didn’t understand! They just didn’t get it! Yami grasped my face and forced me to look into the mirror. “Open your eyes Ryou.” He said softly. I could hear the concern in his voice and it only made everything so much worse. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror. I whimpered. There were cuts, bruises and scars riddling my upper body. It looked so much worse than it really was. That’s what I told myself. I had to tell myself that.

Yami’s face had sorrow plastered all over it. I never saw anyone so concerned for my well-being before, not even my own father. I looked away again. I didn’t want to see his face. “And this is just what he has done to your upper body...” He said running his fingers along the scars and bruises making me whine at the touch. It hurt. “Please stop...” I whimpered. Yami’s hand moved down my body and began to unfasten my pants. Instantly my hand grasped his wrist and pushed it away.

“No! Don’t do that!” I yelled squirming in his grasp. There was absolutely no way that I could allow Yami to remove my pants. Yet Yami quickly overpowered me and my pants were soon around my ankles. I heard Yuugi gasp from the bed at the sight of my lower body. My lower body was worse than my upper. It was my lower body that Bakura had the most interest in.

Bakura was going to kill me...

“What in Ra’s name has that monster done to you?” Yami asked it was mostly to himself from what I could tell as his fingers touched my wounded thighs. “H-He’s not a monster... Please don’t touch me there...” Yami stared at my reflection he was almost horrified that I had said Bakura was not a monster. He was so much more than a monster though. Bakura is the devil; the devil with me in his sights.

There was no escape.

The thing that pained me the most was that despite what he did to me I was unbelievably in love with him. How could I love someone who hurt me so much? It went against all logic. Yet, here I was in love with the devil that lived inside me. “How can you say that, Ryou?” Yami asked me. “Don’t you see these wounds? Don’t you see this brand mark behind your ear? You let him brand you like a common animal!”

I shook my head and squirmed from his arms stumbling across the floor until I landed on my knees. I held my body and hung my head as the tears began to well up in my eyes. “D-Don’t say things like that...” I whimpered. Yuugi came over and wrapped his arms around me gently. “We just don’t want to see you hurt, Ryou.” He whispered softly. Yami knelt in front of me and lifted my face cupping it in his hands. “He doesn’t love you nor does he care for you. Yuugi and I can show you what real love is...” He whispered.

I stared at him confused, furrowing my eyebrows. “W-What?”

Yuugi hugged my back gently. “We can take care of you Ryou, we’re your friends.” He whispered. I shook my head and started to get up. “I...I need to go home now.” I said trying to get away from them. Yuugi let me go rather reluctantly but Yami, Yami just would not stop. “Ryou, listen to me you cannot go back to him. He will end up killing you.” The pharaoh held on to me as if I were going to fall off the face of the earth.

“Ryou, please...don’t go.” He wrapped his arms around me holding me against his body. I trembled visibly and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to be in his embrace. It was too warm and too inviting. It was not what I was used to. No matter how much I squirmed he would not let me go. I slumped in his arms after I could fight against him no longer and sobbed into his shoulder. He held my nude body against him and stroked my hair.

“Hnn...p-please...I want to go home...” I whispered between my cries. Yami held me closer to him when I spoke these words. He clearly didn’t want me to go but I couldn’t stay here forever. Eventually I would have to go home and I would have to face Bakura.

Yami lifted my face still holding my body against his own and stroked my cheek. I stared up at him through my tears. I wished he wouldn’t do this. He was going to make my life hell when I got home. I should have never come. He bent down and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Yuugi and I are here for you Ryou, any time you need something you can come to us.” He stroked my cheek softly and released me. Yuugi gathered my clothing and helped me dress. “Ryou promise me you will talk to me more often...please?”

I looked at him as I pulled on my pants while he buttoned up my shirt. He was a good guy. “...Fine, I will try to talk to you more often...” I managed to say. Once I was dressed Yuugi wrapped his arms around me again hugging me tightly. It hurt but I said nothing just hugged him back. “I wish there was something more I could do for you...” He whispered to me. Sighing and shaking my head I ran my fingers through his hair then pulled him off. “You’re doing what you can right now.” I whispered to him then grabbed my bag. “...I need to go home now...” Yuugi nodded. “Will you be at school tomorrow?” He asked. I nodded in response and left his room, heading out of the Game Shop.

It was getting rather dark; I had to hurry home. I didn’t want to run though. Despite the fact that I needed to get home right away I didn’t want to get there so soon. I walked back to the house going over what had happened at Yuugi’s house and the words that Yami had said. I scrunched my brown and rubbed my temples. Yami was right for the most part. Bakura was a monster but he was so much more than that. He was the devil, but he was my devil. His touch was always so intoxicating; he’s conditioned me so well. I don’t know what I would do without him and to be quite frank, I don’t want to find out.

As I walked up the steps to my front door I had an overwhelming sense of impending doom wash over me. I knew once I opened this door all hell would break loose. I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath then walked inside. “I’m home...” I called out setting my bag aside. “So I see...” I froze. Bakura’s voice rang loudly in my head despite the fact that his voice was soft at the moment. “Bakura, I...”

“Where in bloody hell have you been?”

I swallowed. “Bakura...”

“Where?!” He yelled standing to his feet. “Where in the name of the gods have you been?!” He came to me quickly and grabbed my shoulders. He snarled down at me then stopped. “Bakura I...” He frowned darkly and leaned close, sniffing me. Suddenly I was thrown away from him. “My god! You were with that pharaoh!” I stumbled back onto the ground and fell against the wall. Wincing, I pressed myself against it to hold myself up.

“...B-Bakura, I-I can explain...” He snarled and pinned me to the wall.

“Oh really?” His words were dripping with such disgust and anger that even when I tried to find the words to say I simply could not get them out. I tried to, I really did, but nothing was coming.

“Well, where is this bloody explanation Ryou?” He growled darkly. I whimpered in response. He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me onto my knees. I stared up at him wide eyed with tears trickling down my face. I wanted to die right there. His fingers slid into my hair gripping the strands tightly and pulled my head back. He leered over me and narrowed his eyes. “How dare you go see that fucking pharaoh.” He snarled. I whined softly and furrowed my brow. Wasn’t that what he wanted all along? He wanted to see the pharaoh.

“Y-Yuugi wanted to...”

“Wanted to what?” He grit grabbing me by the hair and pulling me towards him. I could feel the anger and hatred emanating from his body; he was pissed. His eyes grew dark and clouded as I stared up at him with wide frightened eyes. I’d never seen this look on his face before. He had been angry when I went out with Yuugi before but this time…this time the Pharaoh was there.

Bakura could smell Yami’s scent on my body and it was infuriating him. I shook visibly and struggled against him as he dragged me up the stairs by my hair. I tried to reason with him the entire way telling him it was just a misunderstanding and there was nothing to be worried about at all. Nothing happened. I promised him nothing happened.

He didn’t believe me.

Bakura shoved me into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. I glanced to the clock. My father would be home soon, wouldn’t he? My darker half grabbed me and pinned me to the wall looking my frame over as if I were a slave at the auction. “Did he take off your clothes?” He asked as he started removing my uniform jacket, pulling it roughly from my body. “Hn, B-Bakura please, don’t do this...” His slender fingers began working the buttons of my shirt flicking them open one by one. “Did he cradle you in his arms?” He sneered, his breath hot against my neck. He was going to kill me I was sure of it. This was how I was going to die. Bakura was going to tear me apart.

As my shirt came off I began to tremble more. I was terrified and Bakura was electrified by it. His lips curved into a devious smirk as he pressed against my body. “And what about your pants? Did he take those off too?” he purred into my skin, brushing his lips over my shoulder. “B-B-Bakura please, I’m begging you...” He only pressed his body closer to my own my erection evident against his leg. He chuckled. “You’re such a whore.” He whispered into my ear causing a shudder to go through my entire form.

“N-Nothing happened...p-please let me go...” I begged struggling against his superior grip. “I didn’t do anything with him!”

Pain bit into my face quite suddenly that I barely caught the sound of skin hitting skin. “Shut. Up.” Bakura growled gripping my chin, roughly bringing my face to his. I whined feeling something we trickling from my lip. I could tell by the look in Bakura’s eyes that my lip was bleeding. He bent close and flicked his tongue out over my lips slowly cleaning up the blood from my face. I hissed then let out a whimper. His tongue aggravated the wound and I could tell that he was getting off on hurting me like this.

After licking the blood from my lip he stepped back and after unbuttoning my pants pulled them completely off. I stumbled and fell with a loud thud. “Get up.” He demanded tossing my pants across the room. I struggled to obey but he grew impatient. “Now!” He snarled. I scrambled as quickly as I could to my feet standing completely nude before him.

Shyly, I covered myself with my hands and looked away. I was actually more frightened than I was shy but to Bakura it came off the same way. I was hiding myself from him even though he’d seen me naked. Bakura has seen every inch of my body and has marked me in my most private of areas.

“What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?” He growled crossing his arms over his chest, chocolate eyes narrowed and bright with anger. His stance seemed so calm I saw no tension in him which only served to frighten me more. I stared at him not answering his question but trembling like a leaf. “I asked you a question, Ryou.” He practically spat my name, contempt clinging to his velvety voice. My brows scrunched and I shifted uncomfortably where I stood.

“I...I’m standing...” I answered. “Do not be a smart-ass.” He told me. “Put your arms at your sides.” I whimpered but did as I was told. Slowly, I moved my arms to my sides letting his eyes move over my body once again. “B-Bakura, please listen to me I--”

“No, you listen to me, Ryou.” He interjected walking towards me. “You are mine and mine alone.” He told me as he began to circle around my form slowly. He was like a hawk getting ready to attack his prey. “I will not be subject to your excuses and lies. And I sure as hell am not going to share you with that pig of a pharaoh.” As he spoke my body tensed and I trembled. I knew that he could feel my heightening fear and anxiety. I also knew that he was enjoying it, probably more than he should. It was probably a bad idea but I spoke up anyways. “Bakura I didn’t do anything with him...”

My hair was tightly gripped and yanked, forcing me onto my knees. “Aaah! Bakura!” I cried gripping his wrist trying to make him let go of my hair. Instead of hitting me, like he usually did, his hand came to my throat, fingers wrapping about it and squeezing. I choked and began clawing at his wrist. I gazed up at him with wide frightened eyes, tears gathering in the corners. “I did not give you permission to speak, did I?” He asked.

“...No...” I answered breathlessly.

“Then I expect you to not speak. Why must you always be so difficult?” He spat squeezing my throat more. My eyes grew wider for a moment. My brows furrowed and the tears began their shiny paths down my face. I tried desperately to get air into my lungs wordlessly begging Bakura to release me. I heard him hiss faintly when my nails dug into his wrist his blood gathering in my nails.

As the darkness started to gather in my eyesight I saw him smirking darkly. I thought I would die right there when he finally released my throat pushing me backwards. Gasping desperately I clawed at the dark stained wood flooring smearing the blood that was in my nails. I closed my eyes tightly as the air filled my lungs and oxygen was once again getting to my brain, causing my head to throb painfully.

There was really no time to recover from the loss of oxygen as Bakura grasped my hair once again, pulling me up. I cried out as the action caused my head to throb even more. Maybe my brain would implode and I would be able to be rid of Bakura. That wasn’t what I really wanted, though. The disturbing fact was that I needed him. Pathetic, that’s what I was, absolutely pathetic. I prayed to whatever god or goddess was out there to let all of this just be a horrible dream but I knew more than anything, that this was not a dream. None of it was.

“The pharaoh will not touch what is mine.” Bakura whispered tearing me from my thoughts. Again, my body began to shake and his arm snaked around my waist pulling me back against him. I could feel his erection trapped in his pants up against my body. “You’re quite the little whore. How dare you let him touch you, Ryou.”

My name sounded so strange coming from his mouth. I could hear the anger, contempt, even disappointment and something else that I could not figure out what it was. It broke my heart that he did not believe me. I hung my head and started whimpering as his fingers began to dance along my flesh. “Did you touch you like this?” He asked nipping at my ear. He was being deceptively gentle. His fingers attacked my chest in a horribly sensual way that I knew was a precursor to something painful.

Every soft touch scared me more and more. I couldn’t help but moan at the gentleness even though I knew it was going to be short lived. “How did his fingers feel against your skin, my little doll?” He purred into my ear. Bakura let his fingers ghost down my abdomen then over my hips avoiding my growing erection as if it were a poisonous thorn. I whined and shook my head, trying to get away from him again.

“Bakura please…please he didn’t touch me...” I insisted. Bakura bit at my earlobe, his sharp canine threatening to pierce my ear. Yelping, I struggled against him but he only held me tighter. “You are my little bitch do you understand?” He then ducked his head into my neck and bit into the crook of it hard, his canines sinking into my flesh like a vampire’s fangs. My knees gave out as I screamed in pain. Bakura held me up against him sucking at the wound and licking the blood that oozed out.

“P-Please...Please don’t h-hurt m-me a-anymore...” The tears fell over my lashes and down my face while Bakura’s tongue probed the wound lapping up the blood that came out. It hurt, oh god how it hurt. “Hurt you?” He purred smoothly. “I am just getting started, my dear. When I’m done with you you’ll never forget who you belong to.” My eyes went wide and without a second to reply I was shoved onto my bed on my stomach.

I tensed at the sound of a belt sliding quickly through belt loops suddenly afraid that Bakura was going to whip me with his belt. To my surprise he didn’t. Instead, he grasped my arms and tied them behind my back with his belt. I looked to him wide eyed and afraid, struggling to release my arms. “Bakura l-let me go!” I cried. He smirked watching me squirm and struggle. I could hear him start to remove his clothes. He dropped them in a pile on the floor then ran his hands along my hips and down against my stomach.

“You’re squirming is so delicious... I refuse to let anyone else have you like this.” He leaned over me and nipped at my ear. “You are mine.” He growled spreading my legs wide and impaling me on his cock all the way to the hilt. My vision blacked out as pain squeezed my body tightly. A scream erupted from my throat one that Bakura would not let be muffled by my pillows. He grasped my hair and tugged my head back making sure he could hear the sound of my voice.

He growled like an animal in heat as he began bucking his hips within my body. “Hnn...tight...” He groaned out grasping my hair tightly forcing my head back. Bakura held most of my body up by my hair which was painful but not as much as the violation to my body. The pain never went away yet my body was so aroused I couldn’t help be respond to his rough, wild bucking. Desperately I tried to release my hands but they were bound so tightly there was no way I could get out. Tears started new paths down my face and my vision blurred.


Over and over Bakura thrust each one growing stronger and rougher than the last. I could feel something warm start to make its way down my thighs. Was I bleeding? Suddenly I was pulled up. Bakura wrapped his arm about me and forced me to my knees. He gripped my hips and pulled my body down on his cock hard. Then, without any warning at all my vision went completely black and my body rigid. Bakura had found my prostate, thrusting hard into it. I tossed my head back screaming in a horrible mixture of pain and pleasure.

“B-Bakura!...”

He grinned darkly into my neck and hit that spot again and again. I shook my head wilding, trembling in his arms and trying still to get away from him. His hand moved along my abdomen until his hand had grasped my cock. Bakura began stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts making sure that I could feel every deep, hard stroke. He really didn’t want me to forget. But how could I? He was the only one I ever wanted. I...was in love with him.

Bakura growled my name gripping my frame tightly against his. I arched and cried out hoarsely feeling his cock pulse inside me before spilling his seed within my depths. I sobbed painfully finally succumbing to my orgasm the milky fluid spilled forth all over my stomach, Bakura’s hand and my once clean bed sheets. I slumped forwards sobbing brokenly. He released me and I fell onto the soiled sheets. I buried my face into the pillow, crying and yelping as he pulled out of my body.

When I turned to look at him I saw him glaring down at me. Was that guilt sparkling in his eyes? No, it couldn’t be. I whimpered noticing the blood. It was mine. He ripped me open and I bled all over him. I wanted to be sick. The smell, the pain, everything turned my stomach into knots. Bakura released my arms after a moment of wordless staring. He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to the punch.

“...I...I love you...Bakura...”

He paused and shut his mouth staring down at me as if he wasn’t sure what to make of the confession. He knew all along that I was in love with him but he seemed so unprepared for me to say it especially at a time like this. He had no witty retort like usual just a stare. Tears gathered in my eyes again. I confessed to him. I finally confessed to him and he says nothing! I reached out for him and touched his face with a shaky hand. His brow furrowed just faintly but enough that I noticed it.

Bakura took my wrist and removed my hand then stood from the bed. He took a towel that had been in the dirty hamper and cleaned himself off before dressing. I watched him, shaking my head slightly. “B-B-Bakura…p-please don’t leave me...” I must have sounded so pathetic, just as he always said I did. At that moment though I didn’t care and he spoke not a word. I reached out for him again as he buttoned up his shirt and ran a hand through his hair.

“Bakura...please...” I begged my voice cracking.

He looked back at me. “Go to sleep, Ryou.” His voice was soft and smooth but it was different now. Bakura turned away from me and before I knew it he was gone. I stared into the emptiness of my bedroom then fell back into the bed sobbing uncontrollably. He’d raped me and I told him I loved him. I was in love with my rapist, my own personal Satan, and he walked away. I cried his name into my pillow begging for him to return but he never did.

I don’t know how I managed to do it but I forced myself to get up and gathered my sheets taking them down to the laundry room. I prayed that my father was not home and, sure enough, he wasn’t as I padded painfully down the stairs. It was horribly silent in the house. I shoved my sheets into the wash and started the load.

I leaned against the cold machine for a moment, panting heavily. Everything hurt badly. My lower body throbbed and my head pounded; my chest felt tight and I was sure I was going to throw up at any moment. I had to get myself cleaned up though. It was late and I didn’t know where my father was but I didn’t want to check the answering machine. If he had called me then it was only to tell me he was going to be late.

Sighing heavily, I managed to get back up the stairs and into the bathroom where I drew a bath with water as hot as I could get it. When it was ready I stepped in, wincing at the heat then crying out as I lowered my body into the water. I gripped the edge of the tub tightly until I was completely in the water.

The blood mixed with the water turning it a disgusting red color. I spent quite some time in that hot water hoping that it would help me somehow but it did not. I cleaned myself despite how much it hurt then stepped out of the bath. I could not stop thinking about Bakura as I dried off my body and cleaned the bathtub so that my father wouldn’t suspect anything. It bothered me that I didn’t know where Bakura was or what he was doing. In fact it quite frightened me. I wanted him here with me not someplace else.

After remaking my bed I climbed into it and wrapped my arms about myself, burying my face into my pillow. I heard the door downstairs open then shut and the sound of my father’s voice calling out if I was awake. I pressed my fingers into my arms and whimpered. I didn’t want to see my father; I didn’t want to hear his voice.

The only person that I really wanted was Bakura. Please come back...


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Here you all are. I haven't started on the next chapter yet so it may be some time before I post it. Please be patient. I plan to see this story out til the end. Thank you all for reading this far. Please stay tuned.