My Forever

My Forever

Bishojo shadow & hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Yugioh.

Chapter 18

Ryou groaned as a pulsing pain made itself known in the center of his skull. He moaned and rolled around a bit, trying to wake up his body. Finally, he forced his eyes open and focused. He was in a cold, dim room, on an old moth eaten mattress on the concrete floor. Concrete floor, concrete walls..... A basement. And he was all alone.

Tomo smiled from his position on the bed as he watched Ryou look around, confused and then frightened, he obviously hadn't realized that there was a hidden camera in the basement; he would keep a very close eye on Ryou, even when he was alone.

"Sogon...go get the kid out of the attic and bring him to the basement in a few minutes, I¡¦ll be waiting. I¡¦d like to chat for a moment with Ryou." Tomo said switching off the television which the camera fed into as he left the room going downstairs as Sogon went up.

Ryou jumped when he heard the sound of a door open, and then, footsteps on stairs. Ryou stared at the door across the room from him. He backed into the wall and held his breath, waiting. If there were a place to hide in the room, he would probably be hiding, but there was nothing... And so he simply sat and waited.

Tomo couldn't help but smile at Ryou's state "My, you seem more frightened than I thought you would...you were so feisty the last time you were in my possession, what has changed?" He asked casually as if the situation was a cast off thing.

"Mokuba.... What have you done with him?" Ryou gasped, clutching the thin sheet that was his only cover on the bed. "Where is he?"


"Close, that should suffice for now." Tomo said approaching Ryou like a bird of prey. "Does it frighten you? What I might do to him, what I have already done to him for your insolence? Him knowing it was all your fault?" Tomo taunted; granted he hadn¡¦t hurt Mokuba yet, but he would if it came to that. "Kyo hired me to remove you from the picture...he doesn't care anymore though and I¡¦m doing this own my own...why you might ask? Because you are the only one who didn't do as I said, I went to great lengths to break you and yet you stayed strong through it all." Tomo knelt down to be eye level with Ryou. "I have yet to keep my promise to Kyo that I will break you, and I will„m no matter what happens, this time I will break your spirit or I will break your bones." He practically hissed the last part striking Ryou hard across the face as the basement door opened once more.

Ryou looked up as Mokuba was dragged in by the man that had restrained him back at the house while Tomo tangled with Seto.

"Mokuba!!" Ryou cried, and leapt up from the bed, shoving Tomo aside and running to the boy. Mokuba squirmed away from Sogon and ran to Ryou, terrified. Ryou pulled Mokuba close and held him, whispering into his ear.

"Oh, gods, Mokuba, you're safe... Are you okay? Have they hurt you?" Ryou asked, and Mokuba sniffled and shook his head, hiding his face in Ryou's shoulder. Ryou stood and backed away from their captors, drawing Mokuba into the corner with him, still talking to the boy.

"It's okay, I'll do all I can to protect you, you hear me? We'll be fine, Seto will come and take us out of here we'll be home with him, safe and sound, very soon, I promise... My yami will be with him, and so will Marik, and.... shhh.... it's okay...." And then he glared up at Tomo, his eyes warning him to stay away.

"Wipe that look off your face Ryou, your courage will do you no good this time...for you see, this is my own mission now and I have a pretty cold heart, I will do anything and everything to make you behave for us." He said demeaningly "Are you willing to test it? Now give him to me." Tomo ordered. "If I have to take him by force he will again suffer for your insolence." Tomo warned.

Ryou and Mokuba's eyes widened and both clung to the other tighter. Mokuba hid his face in Ryou's chest, and Ryou turned his back on Tomo, pressing Mokuba into the corner and shielding him with his body.

"Keep your hands off of him." Ryou said in a slow harsh tone.

Tomo frowned. "I'll ask again, let me have him or I will take him by force which will hurt the boy more than I think you want." Tomo said giving a side glance to Sogon. Sogon was different from Kakyo; he would also do practically anything and had no qualms about it either which made the two perfect for the situation.

Ryou turned and looked at Tomo over his shoulder. "You SWEAR you won't hurt him?" He asked, very reluctant to release Mokuba from his grip.

"Yes, I swear." Tomo said knowing his word meant absolutely nothing to Ryou but regardless he was willing to take a leap of faith on the matter which Tomo actually admired for a moment, and Tomo kept true to his word as Ryou allowed Mokuba to be taken from his arms and he took the struggling Mokuba and handed him to Sogon who placed the youth in the nearby closet. Mokuba was slamming his fist angrily against the door yelling and screaming to be let go and released but Tomo and Sogon acted as if they didn't hear it at all. "You love that little boy don't you?" Tomo asked

Ryou huddled in the corner... now that Mokuba was out of harms way, he began to worry about himself. He lowered his eyes to the floor and wrapped his arms around himself. He nodded and gulped, hoping that admitting this wouldn't make things worse for him and Mokuba. But he inwardly scoffed at that idea. He was only telling these men what they already knew; things would be no different.

"Why? He only stops you and Seto from many things that you would enjoy greatly without him there, I know you're thinking these petty mind games will do nothing but you see I¡¦m only asking questions." Tomo said he wanted Ryou to think or say the answers it was easier to play with his mind if he was left with no absolution.

"You are willing to sacrifice so much for that boy and yet would he do the same for you? He asked you to do this for him, he made little protest at being in the closet and not in your position right now, his protest has stopped as well, he is willing to let you take everything for him...would you allow him to take it for you? If he wanted to which I¡¦m sure he doesn't would you allow him to do so?" Tomo asked not really expecting an answer; he wanted Ryou to play with these questions in his mind, he could voice his uncertainties but that would only help him in the long run, he could already tell his words were eating at Ryou from the inside. He smirked at Sogon.

Ryou shook his head. "What HE would do for me right now doesn't matter...." Ryou said, trying to be fierce, but in his current soft, insecure tone, it didn't work out. "All that matters is what I will do for HIM!" Tomo frowned, but Sogon smirked.

"Oh? Well tell us.... What WILL you do for him?" He asked, and Ryou gulped and slowly looked up at the intimidating man. He looked ready to break down into tears, but after a moment, he screwed up his courage and straightened up. He glared. "Anything." He hissed through clenched teeth. Sogon smirked and glanced at Tomo. In trying to show bravery, Ryou just basically said 'put 'em up.' And he was ready to do so.

"I¡¦ve taken quite a few things from you already Ryou, I¡¦ve been trying to think recently what could I do that you have not already endured? Killing you was an option, but that¡¦s always harder to get away with and I¡¦m not in the mood to trouble with it in all honesty." Tomo said with a shrug. He pulled Ryou to his feet shoving him into Sogon's arms who held him firmly. Tomo smiled coming up behind him and pulling his hair away from his neck whispering into his ear. "You are much too beautiful for your own good, as is Mokuba." He said taking a fistful of Ryou's hair and pulling a pair of scissors from his pocket. He began to cut through the thick long strands, and realization dawned on Ryou that Tomo was cutting off his hair.

"W-What are....? No!! NO, PLEASE!!!" Ryou screamed. "STOP IT!! STOP!!!" And the tears began to flow. Ryou had always kept his hair long... it was his way of keeping a piece of his mother with him. She used to hold him in her lap and brush his hair, and croon over how pretty it was... She had liked it long, and when she died, Ryou had sworn to keep it that way.


He squirmed in Sogon's arms, crying, but tried to keep it down if only to keep Mokuba calm... screaming would only upset the poor boy locked in the closet.

The struggling and screaming made Tomo smirk he was actually impressed that Ryou had managed to shut his mouth but he continued to struggle with Sogon which was useless, Sogon was a strong man and would not be overthrown by a tantrum, even if it was dealt out by Ryou. Tomo dropped the locks to the floor, cutting the rest of Ryou's hair rather messily as Sogon released him and Ryou hit his knees almost instantly in a fit of sobs.

Ryou had never thought of the possibility of this ever happening, and the unexpected anguish that came with it only increased the pain and shock. He stared down at his hair, scattered on the floor. He was shaking, and he didn't quite understand why. Well, okay, maybe he could. He had been kidnapped from the arms of his lover, where he thought he was the safest, and was now trapped in a basement that was god knows where, with his lover's baby brother scared to death and locked in a closet, and had just has his hair chopped off by some sadistic psycho who had already brutally raped him and had threatened to do the same to Mokuba, and with some other big ugly burly guy who was going to do who knows what to him... Yeah, he could understand the shaking bit now.....

"S-Seto....." He whimpered, through his sobs. "Yami.... M-Mom..... Mommy......." And he slumped down to the floor, curling up into fetal position.

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Seto held his head, it still hurt like the seven hells and he wanted to go out and look for Ryou but every time he tried to stand he was pushed back down into the couch, Marik mumbling something about him needing to take it easy. Take it easy?! His lover and his little brother had been kidnapped dammit! Not to mention by two guys he had never seen before and god only knows what trouble they were in, how the hell was he supposed to take it easy?!

Bakura wasn't much better. He was pacing back and forth, his lips moving as he mumbled to himself. Marik watched him pace back and forth. Marik sighed and shook his head.

"Okay, Seto.... you want to find Ryou. Bakura is gonna go nuts if we don't. But we're not doing anything until we have some sort of idea on how we're going to find him. You think you can cruise around in your limo and catch the kidnappers carrying him down the street? Seto, you have to think.... where can we even start?"


Seto shook his head "I don't know..." Seto admitted "But I have to do something, I cannot just sit here doing nothing while the god forsaken police twiddle their thumbs and wait forty-eight hours." He shook his head "I can't just sit here and do nothing...please Marik..." Seto trailed off slumping back into the couch "I'm tired...in my body and heart and don't think I take much more of this, and I honestly don't know if Ryou can handle this again, I don't want to see him broken." Seto said looking up to Marik, unexpressed pain and anguish in his features "There must be something, some way you can locate him, maybe Ahmose and Mikado?...please...help me."

Marik nodded and stood. "Okay. First things first, I'll call the sorcerer and get him to light his scrying fire. Then I'll call the Pharaoh and have him get the others out on the streets looking. It's not much, but it's a start. I'm also going to call Malik to come and take care of his sister." And Marik glanced at Ishizu who was napping across the room with an ice pack on her head. "Will that help calm you, if only a bit?"

"A little...but nonetheless what can I do?" He asked helplessly

"Relax." Marik said with a smile. "AND YOU STOP PACING!!!" He roared, glaring at Bakura.

Bakura stopped and looked at Marik. "I am with Seto, Marik, what is there that we can do, sitting here waiting is not an option." Bakura seemed more upset than to be expected from him, he seemed worse off than Seto. "Ryou may not have the Ring but regardless...I can feel it, I don't pretend to know what¡¦s happening to his mind or body, I sometimes wish I could disconnect my soul from his but I cannot, so instead I am left with the feeling of helplessness not only mine but his as well...I feel everything and I don't know...how...to...make...it...stop." Bakura gripped his hair in his hands. He felt like he was going insane.

Marik and Seto shared a glance. "Bakura... did you just say you can.... feel Ryou? Without the Ring?"

"Of course I can, his mind and soul are connected to me just as any Yami and Hikari are..." He slid to the floor; it was hard for Yami's and Hikaris to connect without the millennium item, and the situation had to be most desperate for him to be able to feel Ryou which only wracked his nerves more. He didn't want to believe Seto but he also felt Ryou couldn't take this again.

Marik sighed and moved over to Bakura, sitting beside him and pulling him into his arms. "Shhh.... it's okay. We'll find him, Bakura." And he kissed his forehead, then went and grabbed the phone, calling Ahmose.. well, Mikado or Otogi, since the telephone scared Ahmose to death and he wouldn¡¦t go near it unless a life important to him was at stake, and then, Yami, telling him to get the others searching. Marik then called Malik, telling him to come pick up Ishizu. Then, he pulled Bakura over to the sofa and held him in his lap, sitting near Seto to offer comfort to him as well.

"Both of you calm down. We'll find them." He assured.

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Ryou sat on the mattress, rocking himself as silent tears made their way down his face. He was mumbling under his breath, asking for help from anyone, Seto, Bakura, Marik, his mother.... he even sent a soft plea to Yami. Mokuba was still in the closet, and had been silent for quite some time. Tomo and Sogon had gone upstairs after cutting Ryou's hair to grab something to eat and give Ryou time to "think about how he will behave" when they returned.

Suddenly, Ryou blinked and looked up, going over to the closet, which was locked.

"Mokuba?" He called, knocking lightly on the door.

"Ryou..." Mokuba said softly "Are you okay?" He asked, praying they didn't hurt him. Mokuba had heard what they had said and he felt horrible about it, because he didn't know the answer himself on whether or not he would do such a thing for Ryou...and he felt horrible for it.

Ryou smiled and slid to the floor against the door. "I'm fine..." Ryou said softly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, they haven't done anything to me, don't let them get to you Ryou, I¡¦m perfectly fine, don't let them do this to you again, no matter what the price...please don't let them hurt you again." Mokuba said

Ryou closed his eyes, holding back his tears. "Mokuba... I told your brother.... Mokuba.... I love you. You aren't just Seto's brother, but now, you're mine. And I told Seto I would protect you, and I will. Please, you don't know what you're saying. You don't understand what they can, and will do to you. I can't let it happen. Please, understand. Mokuba, when they.... Please. Close your eyes and cover your ears, and... Please, Mokuba. Don't say anything. Don't talk. Don¡¦t scream. Don't do anything to attract their attention. It's best if they stay focused on me. I may be able to convince them to let you go, and if they do, you have to go straight to your brother. Don¡¦t try and help me. Do you understand?"

Mokuba couldn't believe what he was hearing "You think I¡¦m that naive? That I don't know what they will do to you? Do you think I want that, to sit here quietly while they rape you?" Mokuba asked his voice cracking at mention such a vulgar word.

Ryou banged his fist on the door. "Mokuba, you HAVE to! I don't WANT to be raped, do you think I do?! I DON'T!!! But I would rather be raped a hundred times over than allow to you be subjected to something like that ONCE. I won't let it happen! Please, Mokuba... Please. Promise me that you will stay silent, and try not to listen when they...."

The door above opened and Mokuba could hear their heavy footsteps "I'll do my best, I promise." Mokuba said softly pressing his hand to the door of the closet wishing he could hold Ryou or at least be held by Ryou, but he knew that more was in store for them and he wished that this was all a bad dream.

Ryou quickly moved away from the door and back onto the bed. He was already shaking, but he was determined to protect Mokuba. He curled up like he was before; maybe they would leave him alone. He closed his eyes as the door opened and the men walked into the room.

Tomo knelt before Ryou smiling cruelly. "Have you thought things over?" He asked although his mind was elsewhere, he would make Ryou do something stupid, just so he could hurt him more.

Ryou winced and curled up tighter. "Just get it over with already.... we both know nothing I do will stop you. So stop stalling and do it...."

"Really now..." Tomo said and in the blink of an eye snatched Ryou's hand and pulled Seto's engagement ring off Ryou's finger.

Ryou let out a cry and in a flash was sitting up and had grabbed Tomo's hand. "No! NO!! PLEASE, NO!! PLEASE!!!" Tomo growled and tried to pull away, but Ryou clung to the ring as if he clung to life. "Please! Give it back!" Ryou sobbed, now on his knees, pleading. "You've taken me from him, you took my hair, don't take this!! Please!!"

"You think any of this works?" Tomo said striking Ryou so hard across the face he was forced to let go and he fell against the closet door. Tomo glanced at the ring "What to do now..." He drawled "Strip." he said plainly

Mokuba felt tears run down his cheeks as he covered his ears as he promised Ryou he would do.

For a moment, Ryou didn't move, and Tomo was ready to hit him again until Ryou slowly blinked his eyes and shook his head, only now coming back to awareness from the knock on the head. He blinked and looked around. Sogon suddenly gave him a sharp kick in the side.

"He told you to strip." He snapped. Ryou blinked and glanced up at Tomo, then lowered his eyes. He closed them and clenched his teeth, screwing up his courage, and then obeyed until he was huddling naked on the floor, staring at Tomo's hand in which his ring was still sitting.

Tomo twirled the ring in his hand tossing it up in the air and catching it carelessly. "Still beautiful...wouldn't you say Sogon." Tomo asked keeping his eyes on Ryou's lithe form.

Ryou whimpered as his eyes followed the ring. He couldn't help but hope that the man would return it... right now, the thought of staring at those two sapphires.... at Seto's eyes... was the only comforting thought Ryou had aside from knowing that so far, Mokuba was unharmed.


Tomo grasped the ring firmly in his palm for a moment before grabbing what little hair Ryou had left as he flung him face first into the old mattress. "Stay still." he said in a hushed whisper as he pocketed the ring. "Sogon, do as you please." Tomo said. He didn't do this because he felt the other deserved it, no.... he did this to hurt Ryou more. Sogon was larger in build and strength then himself he wanted Ryou to be exhausted when he took him, bruised and in pain, he wanted Ryou to suffer.

The man grinned and began to unbutton his shirt. "Okay, kid. Rules. Not a sound. Not one sound. You made so much as a squeak, and Tomo here will see to it that the kid pays for your disobedience." Ryou's lower lip trembled, but he turned away and stared at his hands, clenching the sheets in his small fists, waiting for the pain to start.

Sogon unbuckled his belt and held it in his hand. "Remember.... No sound...." He growled, and brought the wide strip of leather down across Ryou's shoulders. Ryou had not expected this, and despite all efforts, he could not hold back a noise of pain.

"HNNHG!!" Ryou choked.

"You don't follow orders very well; you've always been so disobedient toward me." Tomo said unlatching the closet door and pulling Mokuba out by his hair„m he pulled the youth to his feet and made him look at the pitiful state Ryou was in at the moment.

Mokuba froze, his hands falling from his ears„m it wasn't fair„m it wasn't right....why did Ryou go through so much for him and Seto, did he truly love them that much to subject himself to this? Mokuba mouthed the words he was sorry.

"Let's try this again Ryou." Tomo said gripping Mokuba¡¦s hair painfully forcing him to keep watching although Mokuba couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from it.

Ryou fixed his eyes on Mokuba as Sogon raised the belt again. The powerful man brought the leather flying down, singing in its rapid path until it lashed across Ryou's back, raising a bright red welt. Ryou's eyes closed and he sucked in his breath sharply, trying not to make a sound. He whimpered at the fiery pain, and prayed that he hadn¡¦t been heard. And thankfully, no one did. The belt came down again, and Ryou winced, the pained tears flowing from his eyes as he maintained eye contact with Mokuba; the only reason he managed to stay strong as the belt came down, again, and again, and again, and again.... For nearly ten minutes the whipping continued, and through it all, Ryou remained silent, though his body shook with pain and suppressed sobs. Suddenly, Sogon stopped, sweating. He stared down at Ryou in amazement. He didn't think it was possible for Ryou to stay this quiet. He turned and looked at Tomo.

"He's impressive... should I... take it up a notch?" He asked, obviously hoping that Tomo would say yes.


"For now I think it's enough beating, don't you think he deserves a little pleasure now?" Tomo said watching in amazement at Ryou's calmness, it was astonishing how much strength he could obtain from Mokuba; how much he could handle all for the sake of Mokuba.

Sogon seemed to pout for a moment, but he shrugged and dropped the belt. He grabbed Ryou's hips and flipped the boy over. Ryou's eyes flew wide open and he cried out as he was forced to lie on his injuries. Sogon blinked, then grinned, and turned to look at Tomo, grabbing Ryou's chin and forcing him to do the same.

"All that for nothing?" Tomo laughed slightly slamming Mokuba into the concrete floor as he placed his knee in the small of his back rendering the boy immobile. Tomo pulled up his shirt and raked his nails across the exposed flesh of Mokuba¡¦s back leaving angry red trails as his hand graced over the youth¡¦s buttocks in a mocking manner. "I wonder, how far has he been? Maybe I could grace him with his first experience; virgins usually scream the best of them all." Tomo said allowing his hands to touch Mokuba most intimately, causing the boy to whimper in protest as he squirmed slightly, trying to stop Tomo although it was useless.

"No. NO!!" Ryou screamed, trying to get up, but Sogon held him down. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!"

"Ah, ah..... You made more noise......" Sogon hissed, and slapped Ryou harshly across the face while Tomo grabbed a fistful of Mokuba's hair and slammed his skull into the concrete floor. Ryou froze, trying to get the punishment to stop. Tomo jerked Mokuba to his feet, once again forcing him to watch. Ryou stared at Mokuba, his eyes begging, pleading for the boy to close his eyes, look away, or, at least, maintain eye contact with Ryou.... Ryou did not want Mokuba to see what was about to happen. Sogon gripped Ryou's thighs and wrenched them apart, making Ryou and Mokuba both wince. Ryou twisted his hands in the sheets above his head, shaking in fear, but not looking away from Mokuba.

Mokuba understood Ryou at that moment even through the haze of his pounding head as the warm liquid spilled down the side of his face. Mokuba locked eyes with him; he needed to be strong at the moment for Ryou if no one else, as he maintained contact. He prayed he could offer Ryou some type of comfort in this small gesture, he wouldn't see what was happening... just Ryou's eyes, that all he would see.

Sogon grinned and reached up, wrapping his large hand around Ryou's neck and squeezing. Ryou gasped and his eyes widened as the man cut off much of his air supply. Ryou struggled to draw breath as Sogon's other hand wrapped around his length, roughly squeezing and pumping it, making Ryou cringe, but still forcing his body into a state of arousal. He squeezed Ryou's neck harder, this time cutting off his air completely as he continued the rapid strokes on his penis, trying to bring him to his unwanted climax. Ryou began to squirm, his face turning red as he struggled to breath. His hands released the sheet and gripped Sogon's wrist, trying to tear it away from his throat.


"Sogon, stop choking him, if he passes out that¡¦s no fun." He said, enjoying the spectacle before him immensely; this was actually quite arousing as he felt himself harden at the sight.

Sogon snorted and released Ryou's neck. The boy gasped for breath and went limp. The blood seemed to rush to his head, leaving him very dizzy and light headed. He was brought back to awareness by his sudden orgasm, and it was at the last moment that he bit his lip, containing his cry. Sogon snorted, impressed at the control Ryou was maintaining. He looked to Tomo.

"Well? Pleasure? Pain? Or both?" He asked, grinning at Mokuba, who was looking ill.

"You should punish him, displaying such an act to a minor and his brother-in-law...for shame Ryou." Tomo taunted loving the look on his face as the anger pumped Ryou so full of life it was as if he would burst...and yet he could do nothing.

Ryou grit his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing heavily, trying to control his anger. He gasped, however, when he was turned over onto his stomach again, and the man picked up the belt.

"Watch this, kid...." Sogon hissed, gripping Mokuba's chin. "And remember.... he's doing this for you." And he raised the belt. Ryou and Mokuba's eyes widened, and Ryou paled... He was going to be whipped.... with the buckle end of the belt...

Mokuba began to cry as the belt hit Ryou over and over, and on the fourth strike he couldn't hold in a cry of pain and Mokuba didn't blame him as he screamed at the following blows that hit him. Mokuba wanted to help so badly but nothing was about to break Tomo's death grip and Mokuba was helpless.

Ryou screamed in pain as the metal tore and lacerated the flesh of his back, the blood soon trickling down his back. He sobbed between his screams, and pleaded, not for Sogon to stop, but for Tomo not to hurt Mokuba, who was whimpering as Tomo twisted his arm, as if he was going to break it.

Tomo shoved Mokuba to the ground, violently pressing his heel roughly in the small of his back as he watched Sogon continue to hit Ryou as Ryou begged him not to hurt Mokuba. Tomo smiled; both boys wanted to help each other so much yet could little for one another.

"Sogon, I think it's time we show Mokuba what this is all about, what Ryou is sacrificing for his safety." Tomo said, lifting Mokuba up harshly by his already sore arm and making him look once again.


"No!!! Please, don¡¦t make him watch, please! I'll do whatever you want, just please, don¡¦t subject him to this!!" Ryou begged, and Sogon growled, bringing the belt down one more time, as hard as he could, and Ryou let out a horrible shriek. Then, he threw the belt aside and forced Ryou's legs wide apart. He unzipped his pants, gave himself a few strokes, and then moved into position. He looked at Tomo for the go-ahead.

"Mokuba, look at me!" Ryou cried, desperately. "Look at my eyes. Don¡¦t watch.... Close your eyes, or don¡¦t look away from my eyes, please!"

"I tolerated your screaming, Ryou but nonetheless you are not to make a sound." he growled giving Mokuba¡¦s hair a violent pull as he forced the youth to his knees at an angle where it was almost impossible for him to make eye contact with Ryou...almost. "Go ahead, Sogon." Tomo said for the moment satisfied.

Sogon grinned, and forced himself into Ryou, all the way. Ryou let out an agonized cry at the burning pain of the penetration. Sogon grinned and didn't waste any time; he began moving in long full strokes, not fast, but not slow.... he wanted to bring Ryou as much pain as he could, and Ryou's pained gasps at every thrust let him know that he was accomplishing this.

"M-Mokuba, it's okay...." Ryou groaned. "Don't look..... don't look.... it's okay....."

Mokuba wanted to keep eye contact with Ryou to give him some type of strength but he began to focus on the other things Ryou was being subjected to and it wasn't right, it simply wasn't fair. He shut his eyes tightly; he feared if he watched any longer he would do or say something stupid which would do them both no good.

Ryou had seen Mokuba's eyes drift elsewhere, and this hurt his heart more than Sogon was hurting his body.

Tomo had grabbed Mokuba and was forcing him to face Ryou, but thankfully, the boy was keeping his eyes closed. Sogon smirked and began moving harder and faster, digging his fingers hard into Ryou's hips, easily bruising the pale skin.

Tomo watched with mild interest at the pain Sogon was causing Ryou at the moment as he yanked Mokuba to his feet and shoved him back in the closet. Sogon wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist making his torn back press against Sogon's sweaty chest making Ryou scream loudly at the burning sensation. Tomo settled himself in front of Ryou as he pulled him into a rough kiss.

"Last time we did this you were taken by two...it doesn't seen fair to shortchange you." He said cruelly as he began to unfasten his belt.

Ryou's eyes widened and he began to squirm. "No! No, please, no!!! PLEASE!!" He cried, and Sogon thrust in as hard as he could, making Ryou scream, but he kept struggling. "You can't!" Ryou sobbed. "Please, don't!!! Yami!! Yami, help me!! I WANT SETO!!! I WANT SETO!!!"


"Save your breath Ryou..." Tomo hissed "you'll need it anyway." He said grabbing Ryou's arousal as he began to pump him viciously and without warning thrust his dry member inside Ryou's body along side Sogon's as Ryou let out a deafening scream.

"Now, now, that¡¦s better isn't it?" Tomo cooed gently as he smiled wickedly at Sogon.

Ryou sobbed uncontrollably, squirming and fighting, as if it was going to help him. Despite his desperate thrashing, he was unable to get away from the two men he was pinned between, and the tears fell down his face as his blood fell down his legs. He felt a horrible pressure on his brain; it felt like his skull was going to implode at any moment.

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Bakura broke away from Marik's consoling it was only getting worse as time progressed, it felt like Ryou was being ripped apart; his hikari being beaten was bad enough but this hurt like hell and it was driving him literally insane. He needed it to stop, anything to make him stop feeling Ryou for just a moment...he didn't even realize what he was doing until Seto pulled him away.

"Bakura! What the fuck!" Seto screamed throwing him to the carpet. Bakura had all of a sudden just calmly walked up to the fire place and suddenly slammed his head against the bricks a good few times before Seto managed to jump up and stop him.

The pain was a bit less now, his mind hazy and confused at the moment, Ryou's sanity slipping along with his own. Seto looked to Marik "Watch him Marik..." He said realizing it wasn't entirely Bakura¡¦s fault he was acting this way. He turned to Ahmose and Mikado "Anything yet?" He asked hopefully.

Mikado sighed and stood, while Ahmose continued to stare into the fire. He had come over immediately with a bronze brazier, and had lit a fire in it. He had been staring at the fire for the last half hour. He had an intense look on his face and his face was covered in sweat.

"He sees a basement." Mikado said, having looked into Ahmose's mind. "He saw Ryou naked.... being beaten with a belt. Mokuba was there. He was being forced to watch. After that, Ahmose blocked me out. Something is happening, and he won't let me see. But he doesn't know where they are. The fire doesn't show him what he wants. It shows him whatever it wants to show him. Ahmose cannot control what he sees. I'm sorry, Seto." Mikado said, sitting and putting an arm around the taller boy. Marik, in the mean time, was on the floor, holding Bakura to his chest. The yami was sweating and squirming, whimpering and crying, a look of anguish on his face.

Seto felt a deep pity for Bakura and Ahmose at that moment, but jealousy as well; some part of him wanted to share Ryou's pain, he didn't need to be told what was happening to Ryou, between Ahmose keeping Mikado from seeing and Bakura¡¦s body language it was plain to see. He wrapped his arms around Mikado for support, praying his cell phone would ring with good news.


Marik was alarmed by Bakura's violent reactions. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Malik came in.

"Rishido is taking care of Ishizu now, so.... Bakura! Marik, what's wrong with Bakura! And why is Ahmose here?"

"Malik, Ryou's been kidnapped, and... Ahmose is trying to find him and Bakura is... Bakura is feeling shadows of Ryou right now... Ryou is being hurt, Malik. A lot. Shhh... Calm down, Bakura. Easy." He said, stroking Bakura's face. Malik's eyes widened, and he dropped beside Bakura, laying his head on his chest.

"I'm here, too, Bakura..." He said. "We're here for you...."

Suddenly, Ahmose let out a cry. Everyone looked up as he stood and turned his back on the fire, gripping his hair in his fists, his face contorted, a haunted look in his eyes.

"I can't...." He gasped, and Mikado stood. "I can't watch this...." And he hid his face in Mikado's hair as the hikari held him. "I can't watch it... I can't watch it.... I can't watch it....."

"Shhhhh.... What did you see?" Mikado asked.

"They... they cut his hair... they threatened to hurt Mokuba. They took Ryou's engagement Ring.... they beat him, whipped him, and.... and......" He shook his head, and hid his face again. Mikado stroked his hair. He could easily tell what was happening by Ahmose's reaction.

"They're raping him...." He said, and Ahmose shook his head.

"That is not just rape..." He said, softly. "THAT is nothing short of TORTURE!"

Bakura gasped loudly arching violently, throwing Malik of his chest as he tried to pull away from Marik but thankfully to no avail "Gods...make it stop...please...no...more." he breathed out tears flooding down his face as he practically begged for someone to stop all this and there was nothing any of them could do.

Seto knelt next to Ahmose "I'm sorry...I know you of all people don't need to see that...I shouldn't have asked you to do such a thing..." Seto said sitting down in front of the other Yami. "I won¡¦t ask it of you again."

Ahmose shook his head. "No...." And he looked at Seto with a small smile, rare for the normally emotionless yami. "I was born to protect. I was raised to protect. I lived and died protecting. And I will do all I can to help. I just.... I can't stand to see someone, especially a hikari, violated in such a way." He stood and glanced at his fire, but quickly turned away. "I will help in any way I can, but...." And he turned and headed towards the door. "I must think." And he left the room. Mikado smiled.

"He never did get over it, the gang rape..." He said, looking at Seto. "But he's strong. He's worried about Ryou. We all are, but Ahmose understands more than the rest of us. He knows the mental anguish this can bring. Not many know this, but, after his rape he... he almost lost his mind. I think that's what's happening now. Ryou is fighting, but...." He turned and looked at Bakura. "His mind is crumbling. And Ahmose knows it. And we can't stop it." Mikado sighed and looked back at Bakura, who was on the floor between Malik and Marik writhing and crying. "Gods... if Ryou can't keep it together, Bakura will lose all sanity with him. We'll lose them both."

Seto wasn't sure why but he embraced Mikado and hugged him; he needed someone to hold on to and right now he was the closest one, he wanted Ryou back and prayed he could hold on just a bit longer, he didn't care if Ryou lost his mind, he would still love him„m sanity or no sanity, he would always love Ryou.

„m„m„m„m„m„m„m„m„m„m„m..

Tomo bit down on Ryou's shoulder roughly until he broke the skin leaving deep teeth marks in the wake as he thrust violently into Ryou's vulnerable and abused body never knowing the damage he and Sogon were doing to his mind.

Ryou had stopped struggling and was slumped limply into Tomo's chest. His tears continued to flow from his eyes, as did the pleas from his lips.

"Mommy, please.... I don¡¦t want you to go... I wanna stay with you. Take me with you, mommy, please.... they're hurting me... I wanna go home.... Seto? Please help me, Seto. I want my yami..... Marik, save me.... someone, please.... Yami? Yami, I forgive you, just help me..... I'll even make Malik give you a copy of the tape... Just help me, please....." Slowly, his pleas died away as his mind began to haze over. "Bakura......." He whispered, then winced and whimpered. He let his tired eyes fall closed. "Mommy... please protect.... Mokuba......" He suddenly straightened up, shaking his head. He groaned. "S-Stop... please! You're hurting me!" He wailed to Tomo and Sogon.

"That¡¦s the point." Tomo hissed in Ryou's ear taking his pale face in-between his hands to look into Ryou's red eyes. "You think I brought you here to be nice? No Ryou you knew from the moment you woke up what was in store for you, you knew the day you came to that hotel room what would happen, what was going to happen in the school room...you've known every time yet you walked straight into it." He pulled Ryou's body down impaling the youth fully on both their lengths "You brought this on yourself."

Ryou threw his head back and shrieked. "N-No!! I didn't!! I didn't know!!! I didn't know!! You set me up at school!?! Why?! What have I done?! What have I done to deserve this?! What did I do wrong?!" Mokuba hid his face in his knees and cried as he heard this. Ryou DIDN'T deserve it. All he did was love his brother. And there was nothing wrong with love. Ryou was an innocent victim.


"What did I do?! What have I done?! Why are you doing this to me!?!" Ryou was still crying.

Tomo simply smiled at Ryou sadistically "If you don't want to take the blame fine, I¡¦ll give you another reason. You're the perfect victim Ryou...why not?" He said simply as he and Sogon continued their movements.

Ryou screamed, half in pain, and half in frustration. "Stop it....." He wailed. "Just stop......" Sogon grunted as he climaxed, then gripped Ryou's hair and pulled his head back, forcing his back to arch painfully. Tomo glanced down, angered when he saw that Ryou's forced arousal had died away. He wanted to humiliate Ryou, force him to feel SOME pleasure, but he was failing..... Sogon withdrew from Ryou's body.

Ryou couldn¡¦t hold himself up as he fell to his back ,Tomo now laying on top of him as he thrust into the frail, beaten and bloody body below him. He was angry that Ryou refused to enjoy himself but it was a bit late to administer any type of drug into his system now, he would do that next time, it would hurt Ryou much more if Mokuba was to watch him shamelessly perform for his captors and denounce love for any other, he had yet to make Ryou say he didn't love Seto but with effort he believed he could. The sick thoughts going threw his mind and visions of Ryou being submissive made him climax as well and he pulled out of the whimpering boy. He'd clean Ryou up later for now he was still angry with him; he unlocked the closet before following Sogon upstairs and locking the door. Mokuba slowly crept out, looking around, and then ran to Ryou who was sobbing on the mattress.

„m„m„m„m„m„m„m„m.

Bakura had stopped shuddering, he was still crying but it was less violent before. He opened his eyes and practically curled himself into Marik's lap as Malik rubbed his back gently. He was thankful it didn't hurt anymore, whatever was happening to Ryou had at least stopped for a moment. "Sorry..." Bakura said gently he wasn't sure what he was sorry for exactly but he felt the need to say it anyway.

Marik rocked Bakura gently. "Did.... Did it stop?" Marik asked, and Bakura sniffled and nodded.

"And.... Ryou?" Malik leaned forwards, praying that Bakura had something good to say. Mikado and Seto looked up as well from where they sat on the sofa.

"Bakura, is Ryou okay?" Malik asked, trying to get an answer from the trembling yami.

"Please, Bakura, tell us." Marik whispered. Ahmose returned at that moment, and the first thing he noticed was that Bakura was no longer screaming. He looked around.

"What happened?" He asked.


"What ever they were doing to Ryou, they stopped." Mikado said as Seto knelt beside Bakura, desperate for news on Ryou's condition. Ahmose and Mikado moved closer.

"And how is Ryou?" Ahmose asked.

"Talk, Bakura!!" Marik cried, shaking him slightly.

Bakura flinched slightly "I don't know...I¡¦m not seeing anything or hearing anything...I¡¦m only feeling and whatever was happening to him it stopped...he still hurts but it's not as intense anymore. Trust me...I wish I could talk to him and help him...if I¡¦m only feeling shadows I...I can't imagine what the real pain feels like." Bakura hugged himself lightly as if he had actual wounds upon his body that he was being careful not to touch.

Seto looked to Ahmose "Is that possible? Could we somehow talk to Ryou until we locate him? I know Bakura doesn't have the Ring but he is obviously still connected to Ryou which gives us at least a chance that we can contact him through some other means." Seto said.

Ahmose frowned, then his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers. The yami then disappeared in a flash of light. A moment later, Mikado winced and yelped.

"AAH!!! DAMMIT, AHMOSE!!!!" Everyone blinked. "He's going though his soul room like a tornado and knocked something over... that hurt...." Then Ahmose reappeared. "Next time, be more careful." Mikado scolded. "What did you get?" But Ahmose was already moving over to the fire still burning in the brazier.

"Give me a moment." He said, and unrolled the scroll in his hand. He read it over and pulled something from his robe (which he had not been weating when he vanished into the bracelet). "Mikado, hold this open for me?" He asked. Mikado rolled his eyes but held the scroll open for his yami, who read it rapidly. He opened the bottle of powder in his hand and sprinkled some into his palm. He muttered a few words under his breath, and then blew the powder into the flames, which leapt up and devoured the powder. The fire flared up to three times its previous size and turned purple. Ahmose turned and looked back at Seto and Bakura.

"Take my hands." He said. Seto and Bakura exchanged looks, but made their way over and took the sorcerer's hands. Mikado motioned Malik and Marik over, laying his hand on Ahmose's right shoulder, and Malik and Marik rested their hands on his left. Ahmose narrowed his eyes and focused on the flames.

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Mokuba was holding Ryou's head in his lap, trying not to cry. Ryou was whimpering in pain. Suddenly, there was a flash in the middle of the room.


"GAAH!! Fire! Ryou, the basement¡¦s on fire!!" Mokuba cried, leaping to his feet and looking around. Then, the fire turned purple, making Mokuba blink. An image appeared in the fire. Mokuba drew closer. "Seto? Bakura? Ahmose?" He called. Back at the Kaiba mansion, Seto and Bakura and the others stared as two images appeared in the flames; Mokuba hesitantly inching towards them, eyes wide and shocked, and Ryou behind him, pale and crying.

"They can hear you, and see you. I can't maintain this link for long." Ahmose said to Seto and Bakura. "So use this time well."

Seto looked to Mokuba a sad smile on his face "Are you all right Mokuba?" He asked quickly; he knew Ryou wasn't all right but he needed Mokuba to bring Ryou's attention to the fact that he and Bakura were there, and they were trying to get him home.

Mokuba's eyes widened. "SETO?!? HOLY SHIT!!!" Marik and Malik grinned and exchanged looks, and Mikado snickered. "It's really you?! HOW?! Well, obviously Ahmose, but.... HOW!?! I mean, DAMN SETO!! You're, it's, it's a fire in the basement, and you're in it, and, and, and.... Seto, Ryou's hurt really bad, when will you be here?!"

"Mokuba be quiet." Bakura said gently "We don't want whoever has you to see this, we need to talk to Ryou if you can try to get him up." Bakura asked; he knew Ryou was in pain but they both needed to see one another. Seto watched Mokuba cover Ryou with a thin sheet and whisper softly to him.

Ryou raised his head. "B-Bakura? And Seto?" He tried to get up. "AAH!! Ohh... Mokuba, please, help me up...." Mokuba shook his head.

"No way, Ryou you can't move. You're bleeding all over the place...."

"Mokuba, please!"

"Hang on." Mokuba said and began heaving the mattress Ryou was on across the floor. He got between the mattress and the wall and braced his bent legs against the wall, his back to the mattress, and pushed until the mattress was next to the fire. Ryou managed to get up on his elbows.

"Seto! Bakura!!" He called, his eyes shining with joyful tears. "Seto, are you okay? Did they hurt you?!"

Seto nearly reached out to touch Ryou's face but remembered they could only see and hear each other, but it was better than nothing. "I wish we had more time but we don't... you don't remember where you are do you?" Seto asked disregarding the question if he was okay, Ryou didn't even seem to care about his condition at all, and he was concerned for him of all people.

Ryou shook his head. "No... They knocked me out and I woke up here. Mokuba?"


"I was knocked out, too. I woke up in the attic. They brought me down here... we're in a two story house. That's all I know. All the curtains were drawn. I'm sorry, Seto. You have to find us, Ryou is really hurt bad. He needs a doctor."

"So do you." Ryou said. "You got knocked in the head pretty bad.... Seto, I'm sorry, I tried to protect him...."

"Ryou!" Mokuba cried, throwing his arms up. "Seto, they whipped him, and told him if he made noise, they'd hurt me! Seto, they're gonna kill him if you don't save us!!"

Both Seto and practically anyone who could hear what they said made their bodies tense in anger. "We're trying, but we are a bit blind in the situation, I need to ask you two to hang on just a little longer, we are trying to think of something, but so far we haven't had any success in it."

"You can hang on for a little bit longer can't you Hikari?" Bakura asked he wasn't about to tell him that what was happening was effecting him too, Ryou was already worried about Seto and Mokuba excessively and didn't need any more worries on his mind at the moment.

Ryou looked up at Bakura, his eyes filling with tears. "Yami... I wanna come home.... They took my ring! They took the ring Seto gave me! Yami, I'm scared....." He whimpered.

"Seto, I'll take care of Ryou." Mokuba said bravely, sitting next to Ryou and petting his hair, which had obviously been hacked off; instead of falling down to his mid back, his hair was barely brushing his shoulders. Marik and Malik smiled at Mokuba's announcement. Mikado frowned as his yami began to shake.

"A bit longer Ahmose, here." He said, and used the Bracelet to channel his strength into Ahmose to give Bakura and Seto a bit longer.

"I love you, Seto..." Ryou sniffled.

"I love you too." Seto said he couldn't allow this to go on much longer and although he could stay with Ryou like this forever he knew Ahmose was losing his strength in the situation. "We'll try this again later, Ahmose can't hold the spell forever, in the meantime please take care of each other." Seto said

"We'll get to you soon enough Hikari just..." Bakura wanted Ryou to co-operate with them until then even though he wouldn't himself he felt that¡¦s what he needed to do. "Remember we are here for you, we won't ever leave you." He said gently

Ryou nodded, tears flooding down his face, and Mokuba was fighting a valiant battle to keep his tears in check, but he eventually lost.


"I love you Seto!" Mokuba called as the fire began to die, and he barely heard his brother answer him.

Malik and Marik darted forwards and caught Ahmose as he collapsed, drained. Mikado flopped onto the sofa, also exhausted after lending aid to Ahmose. Marik and Malik moved the sorcerer to the sofa, and Mikado stood and put out the fire. Bakura and Seto simply stood, staring at the smoking embers.

"I'm going to call Yami and tell him what we learned." Mikado said, and left the room.

"Seto? Bakura? Are you two okay?" Malik asked.

Seto slowly nodded to Malik "Despite the situation...yeah I¡¦m good." He said settling down on the carpet.

Bakura shook his head "I need a shower." He said leaving the living room; at the moment he just wanted to be left alone. It was bad enough that Ryou had been abducted but it was worse that they couldn't even do anything about it...especially with Ahmose passed out.

Mokuba, in the mean time, had pushed the mattress back into the wall, and was now pacing.

"Mokuba... I don¡¦t like that look on your face." Ryou said, watching him.

"I'm trying to make a decision here." Mokuba said, and Ryou blinked.

"A decision?"

"Whether or not it's a bad idea to ask them for a first aid kit." Mokuba said, and Ryou's eyes widened.

"Mokuba, no! Don¡¦t talk to them! Stay away from--¡¨ He stopped when he heard footsteps above them.

"They're coming back...." Mokuba whispered, and backed over to Ryou, eyes fixed nervously on the door.

Tomo entered the room with a gallon jug of water. He placed it on the floor, and then turned to leave.

"HEY!" Mokuba shouted, and he stopped and turned.

"Mokuba, hush!" Ryou gasped.

"I'm gonna need more water than that! And bandages and disinfectant, unless you want a dead body on your hands!" Mokuba snapped.


Tomo turned leaning against the doorframe. "You think I care?" Tomo scoffed at Mokuba "We don't plan to ransom you or anything kid, nor keep you in good health...I don't need to stress how much I don't care if either of you live or die at this moment or live forever." Tomo said walking back upstairs deciding to play with them some other time; he was tired.

Mokuba scowled as he looked around the basement going over to what appeared to be a cabinet of some sort as he began to rummage through it hoping something at the very least resembling bandages was around, he was surprised to see a large, old white box with a red cross on it, it was a bit rusted but if the bandages were still in their original packaging it would be okay to use them.

"Mokuba, are you NUTS?!" Ryou gasped, though his voice was lined with pain.

"Ryou, can you get on the floor?" Mokuba asked. Ryou blinked, and with a few pained cries, managed to do just that. Mokuba came over and set the kit down, then went over to the door, picking up the water. He returned and peeled the sheet from Ryou's bleeding back.

"This may sting a bit." Mokuba said, and poured some of the water over Ryou's back. Ryou yelped and whimpered at the stinging. Mokuba sighed. "I won¡¦t look." He said, and before Ryou could question, he had pulled the sheet down a bit and poured the water over Ryou's backside. Ryou screamed, and Mokuba winced.

"I'm sorry...." He said, and pulled out the disinfectant and some gauze pads. He soaked the pads and cleaned Ryou's back. When he was done, he sat pondering. Ryou really needed help... down there... but he wasn't sure he could handle that.

"It... It¡¦s okay...." Ryou whispered, and smiled. "I can do it. Turn away." And Mokuba did. Ryou whimpered with every move, and a moment later, he let out a choked scream. Mokuba winced again, but turned around when he heard Ryou collapse, sobbing.

"Ryou?"

"I'm okay." Ryou said, and Mokuba bandaged his back, and then helped him back onto the bed. "Try to sleep, Mokuba." Mokuba nodded and lay down beside him.