Always the Same

Well, now things get interesting. Please note: some violence and adult language. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Yugioh characters in this work.
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Chapter 3

If you only knew…that was a loaded statement. My problem was I didn’t know, remember, or really care-just so long as the dream was kept at bay.

I stripped and showered to remove the night’s accumulation from my skin. I didn’t really care what the filth was; I just wanted it gone. I toweled dry and pulled my hair up and put of my way. Flo had set out a clean tank top and pair of shorts for me to “rehearse” in-she did know how to take care of me. I carefully wilted into the Lotus position, closed my eyes and proceeded to clear my mind of all thought. I inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. I learned rehearsals were more tolerable after a short period of meditation. My mind slowly wandered…

I’m running across the roof. I can hear the pounding of feet and then the sound of the roof access door being kicked open. Soon, I hear the voices of my pursuers as they start searching for me. I’m crouched near the edge of the roof, trying to stifle the sound of my breathing. The stitch in my side, from running up so many flights of stairs, flared as I tried to weigh my options. ‘There she is! Stop her!’ someone shouted. I stood and, without hesitation, I leapt off the roof parapet.
The air is cold and dark…

I gasped and lashed out. “You bitch!!” Marik snarled as my fist connected with his nose. Bakura laughed out loud.

“You forgot! Dark Star of Ishtar has the reflexes of an asp striking. You got what you deserved, ass!” he snickered.

“Shut the hell up!” Marik muttered as he pinched his nose to stop the bleeding. “What in the name of Ra were you so deep in thought about anyway?”

“Never mind…it’s nothing.” I said. I stood up and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off my face. “And quit calling me by the stage name. You know I hate that. Let’s begin…”

I walked back out to the stage. The club was empty except for the cleaning crew and that Wheeler creep. I felt his eyes as they moved all over my body. It’s amazing how quickly you get used to people looking at you as they mentally violated you. But, I was out of his league and he knew it. He to to settle for what he could get. I looked around the stage for the items we would use in rehearsal: a hook hanging from the end of a chain, one set of handcuffs, and a blindfold. Terrific…another bondage act.

“Do I need to strip?” I asked as I dropped my towel on stage.

“No, just put the cuffs on,” replied Bakura. I wasn’t too crazy about the look in had in his eyes. I was in for a rough time tonight. Marik had the same look in eyes as well. He dropped his hand from his nose and grabbed the cuffs. Bakura had the chained lowered enough to hook the cuffs on to it.
“Now, when you do this for all the clients, be sure you are wearing the leopard print drape,” Bakura said as the chain was hoisted up towards the top of the stage; I was forced up on to my toes. Marik placed the blindfold over my eyes. “You’ll get yours soon, you vicious bitch,” he snarled in my ear before pulling away.

Completely blinded, I had to rely on my hearing. Bakura was on my left. Marik was to the right-his nose was still bleeding slightly; I smiled. Then, I heard a third person step on the stage: Wheeler. What the hell was he doing up here, I wondered. It was then I felt his hands on my body as he ripped my tank top off. He traced small circles on my naked skin as he walked around me. His hands were surprisingly soft for a guy’s. His fingers circled my nipples and then, all of a sudden, he pinched one savagely. I winced but didn’t cry out. He pinched harder and harder as he tried to make me cry. I felt his hands as they started to shake with frustration. Finally, I got fed up and kicked out at Wheeler. I must have connected with his stomach because all his air whooshed out and he fell to the floor. Marik kicked his prone body off the stage.

I heard Marik walk around to stand behind me. I heard the raspingnd ond of Marik pulling his boot blade out. I felt as he used the blade to cut my shorts off my hips. He was really angry-he nicked my skin because his hands were shaking badly. He ripped the fabric away from my flesh and I was naked, bound and at his mercy. He started dragging the edge across my ass and I felt the sting as the skin parted slightly in places and left crimson trails behind.

Bakura never participated; he only watched. He preferred to choreograph the moves that would be made in the show. He was telling Marik where to drag the knife blade.

“Now, move across the shoulders. Good…now, trace along the spine.”

Soon, I was covered with shallow slashes in my skin. I felt as my blood trickled down my body to my toes. Enough was enough; playtime was over. I listened carefully for the sounds of Marik’s steps. He was standing in front of me-I moved quickly. I grabbed the hook with both hands and pulled myself up. I swung my legs forward until I felt Marik’s head between my knees. I squeezed them together with every once of my strength-Marik started to gasp for air. Bakura started to clap.

“I wondered how long it would take before you had enough, Dark Star. But, there is a certain beauty to seeing your skin covered with your own blood. Very arousing, to say the least, and we should get a capacity crowd when we do this act. Get her down.”

I released Marik and soon felt hands on my skin, lifting me off the hook. I heard the distinct sound of Marik’s unconscious body hit the floor. The cuffs were removed and a towel was wrapped around me. I took the blindfold and looked around. Sure enough, Marik was down and Bakura was smiling at me.

“Go and get some rest,” Baksaidsaid as he bent over to pick up Marik. I never knew there were blue eyes that watched me as I walked back stage.