Love From Hell

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Five months later and I’m still being haunted by the spirit of the Sennen Ring and my body and mind seem to grow weaker and weaker each time that we “play”. His cruelty is unimaginable; his games sick and twisted and his words seemed to be the ravings of a mad man.

The tricks he plays on me send me further and further to the edge of insanity, I swear that I will end up locked away or dead. Oh death, how I wish for you in these terrible times! But death, she will not come for me, Bakura would not allow it. He is truly showing me that I am his, that I belong to him.

He is complete control.

As for my father, he wrote me everyday and called when he could. I desperately struggled to put the mask of content on my face so that he would not know that anything was wrong. However, there are times when I believe that he suspects something. But it wasn’t as though he was going to stop everything in Mexico just to come back and see what was wrong. And if he did, what would I tell him? There’s a spirit haunting me? Yeah, that’d go over well with him.

Sighing I sat down outside the house on the porch and went through the mail, I wasn’t surprised to see a letter from my father there, one was sent each day. Opening the manila colored envelope and unfolded the same manila colored paper the letter read:

My Dearest Ryou,
I pray that the six months that I have been away have granted you peace and understanding – if just a bit – since my departure to Mexico. Each day that I am here I miss you and your smile more and more, oh how I cannot wait until the day that
I see you again. I’ll be home much, much longer this time, my son and we can spend as much time as you’d like together.
As I told you in previous letters, we are here in Mexico at the sight of an ancient Aztec temple. We are finding many, many impressive artifacts lost within the dirt and mud and ruins of this great monument. As you know the Aztecs have an interesting and rich history that still fascinates me to this day; a culture so filled with beauty and creativity how could it not fascinate someone?
Among the ruins we have discovered a wide array of pottery all beautiful and amazingly crafted in their own right. We have discovered goblets and storage jars, some containing petrified body parts as well as jewelry. Amazing discoveries my dear son! Headdresses of turquoise and of jade, of silver and gold and copper and even feathers of colorful birds! Did you know that Montezuma’s headdress was made with over 250 different types of bird feathers? That’s quite something isn’t it?
Within the temple we find musical instruments which we assume were used in holy rituals and kept within the temple at all times. If there were any mistakes during the playing of such instruments it was an offense to the gods. These Aztecs took even the smallest things quite seriously.
Oh my dear Ryou, I long for the bitterly cool air of our Japanese winter, I fear the heat will bedridden me soon. Water is a resource that we have endless off here and I take full advantage of it for I cannot become dehydrated there is so much work left to do. I have to admit that the scenery is absolutely gorgeous. What vivid shades of orange and yellow and green and against the blue sky they become even brighter. I have taken picture after picture of the scenes around me to show you, I wish that you could be here with me though I fear that, my son, you’d become ill from this horrid heat. Cool weather suits you more my dear.
Ryou, how I love you, I love you till the ends of the earth. Please be good and take care of yourself until I return. Please write to me soon.

Lovingly and Dearly Yours,
Daddy


Refolding the letter I placed it back into the envelope and sighed heavily. He seemed to be enjoying himself but I was more pleased that he missed me. Yet, I was upset… if he missed me wouldn’t he find some way to see me again like a break or something, anything to come home? That wasn’t like him however so I was content and my heart warmed with the arrival of his letters.

When I entered the house I sighed finding it empty thus far and felt comfort in the solace of the silence around me. No loud noises, no voices, no pain or agony nor hallucinations to disturb my peace. I was in complete contentment in the unnerving solitude, though all of it was short lived as I needed to ready myself for classes.

Adorned in my blue and white school uniform I pulled my socks and shoes on before grabbing up my black school bag, leaving for the school. We didn’t live far from the building in which I attended school so I usually walked. There was no one with me however and the walk often left me feeling lonely.

I wonder sometimes as I walk to school watching the group of adolescents who always stride and gallop; shout and laugh, what it would be like to walk and talk with them – what it would be like to relate to someone as a friend or more. Moving around wherever a parent’s occupation to the family made it difficult for me to create lasting friendships. I believe there had been one that I had made but that ended tragically.

The school bell tore me from my thoughts and I hastened to enter the building. I arrived inside and to my locker before I knew it and was soon off to my first class which happened to be my World Literature class – a class I loved dearly. Entering, I saw the group of kids I walk behind tossing papers and acting silly.

I smiled slightly and took up residence at my desk, setting my books upon it. There was nothing more pleasant than a good book where you could lose yourself in the intensity of the story. All too often did I lose myself, did I run away into a world that I could turn into a character and play life with a whole new set of rules. I didn’t have to deal with this life and its trials.

I hid within my books and fell in love with my characters sympathizing in their depression and rejoicing in their happiness and dearly loved those I could never have for their only existence was in my imagination and on paper. I wished too that I would be merely part of another’s imagination, that I existed only on paper and in the hearts of the readers but alas, I am real and have to endure this life.

“Hey, why so depressed?”

The voice snatched my attention immediately and I turned towards it. “Pardon me?”

Brilliant violet eyes sparkled with concern, though the male baring such eyes did not know me, and smiled slightly to try and ease my suffering. “You seem depressed, how come?”

Smiling, I shook my head and said, “Oh, I’m not depressed. I was merely thinking.”

A smile of relief came to his baby face. “Well I’m glad to hear it.” Glancing back at the group of people behind him, who appeared to busy to notice him missing, he turned back and smiled more. “Would you like some company?”

“Sure.” I was glad to have some company, having someone to talk with until classes started seemed like a wonderful idea to me. “My name is Yuugi Motou.” He said taking a seat beside me.

I bowed my head. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I am Ryou Bakura.”

“Ryou…” He repeated with a broad, energetic smile. There was no doubt that Yuugi was quite adorable for a sixteen year old (assuming his age of course). In fact, he was so small that he could pass for ten years old as he was much, much more vertically challenged than I. We spoke for a few moments before our sensei entered the class room and yelled at us all to sit down and, quite literally, shut up.

Tanaka-sensei, our literature instructor, was an older woman of about forty-five. Her eyes were mere slits and the blackest I had ever seen in a person, giving her a more sinister countenance. Her tanned skin was smooth with few wrinkles and her long raven black hair pulled up in a bun in a sort of Victorian English style. The outfit she wore was one that exuded sophistication. The dark almost black plumb and white Chinese style skirt and blouse suite fit Tanaka-sensei perfectly, showing off the curves of an older woman who was well built and health conscious.

She was beautiful in her own right, many of the older teens in the school had a secret crush on Tanaka-sensei and who could blame them? Her sophistication and elegance made her a force to be reckoned with. She became a rival teacher as a female against the males who all had nothing be respect for her.

Despite her strictness in the classroom, Tanaka-sensei happened to be one of my favorite instructors. Her smile was small and gentle while at the same time harsh and abrasive. When she spoke you listened; her voice smooth and demanded attention, her touch was gentle and never hash, there wasn’t a need for physical abuse, a snap of the ruler against our knuckles, when all snapped to attention at her call.

Whenever class ended I have to admit that I am always a little disappointed. If literature could be my only class, oh what heaven that would be! But, alas, it’s not and there are many other classes which I must take, especially if I planned on graduating.

I thanked the gods that school was almost over and yet I cursed them for not making school long enough. I didn’t want to return home and each class that came closer and closer to the end of the day I dreaded. However, I resolved to relish the time away from my home, away from everything, that I had and to busy myself with my school work.

Yuugi, no new short statured companion, seemed to notice my uneasiness as the day dwindled away. He questioned me on it several times but I assured him it was nothing for him to worry about and that I would be just fine. I don’t think he believed me; I didn’t blame him for it either.

After school Yuugi ran up to me and grabbed me by the arm, tugging me in a different direction. Looking down at him I arched an eyebrow questioning why he was pulling at me like a child to their mother. He laughed and invited me to go to his grandfather’s Game Shop after school. Smiling I agreed. If I could be away from my house longer and not have to endure the torment of the spirit living within then I was going to do it. I believed this would be a great chance for me to make more friends as well. The gang of kids which Yuugi was friends with seemed to be just as nice as he was.

It was at the Game Shop that I was introduced to Jounouchi, Honda, and Anzu. Jounouchi was a blonde haired tall male who was rather hyperactive I would say. He was quite animated and would probably make a good friend. The way that he seemed to be protective of Yuugi gave me the sense of loyalty. He had a nice smile and a firm handshake; despite the fact that I had bowed he snatched my hand.

Honda was a little more subdued than Jounouchi but still kind and could be just as animated if set in the proper situation. He was about the same height of Jounouchi, perhaps a little taller, and had brown hair and brown eyes. Honda gave off the same loyalty that Jounouchi did towards his friends. I think that is a good mark of a friend: loyal to a fault.

Anzu was the only girl in the group. She was around my height and hand shoulder length light brown hair and big bright blue eyes. Anzu was sweet and kind but I found as my time with them that day grew on she could be quite annoying. However, I didn’t tell her that but I’m sure Yuugi coined in on it. She asked me questions about my family, about myself and about anything else under the sun which I felt was a little much for just meeting me. Yuugi said that it was her way of making conversation. She needed a different way I replied back to him. He laughed and I smiled.

I had fun with Yuugi and his friends, who they now considered me to be part of their gang. It was nice to feel like I belonged somewhere and had people to talk to. I could never tell them of Bakura however, they would think that I was completely off my rocker and I didn’t want to risk breaking new friendships. My time with my new friends took my mind off of things for quite some time and for the first time in a while I actually felt normal and even safe.

I became quite fond of them and especially the blonde male, Jounouchi; he was very funny and made me laugh. He was kind to me especially and while Yuugi made sure that I had a glass of water or a snack before Honda and Jounouchi sucked them down like vacuums, Jounouchi seemed to be more concerned about whom I was and what my home was like, what my family was like and if I knew how to duel. Honestly, I found it rather amusing and bit by bit I opened up to each of them but not too much.

Many a time I could tell that Yuugi seemed to be distracted by something, like he was thinking or daydreaming but then he’d snap out of it and smile, continuing on as though nothing had happened. I wasn’t sure if that was normal for him or if it was something that needed to be watched. Though, right now, I supposed that it wasn’t any of my concern anyways and let it go.

As the clock on the wall struck seven o’clock my time at the Game Shop drew to a close. And though I hesitated on my way to the house I lived, I knew that I would have to go back eventually and confront Bakura. Slow and anxious were my steps as I encroached upon the front door. The darkness around me was ominous and I feared so much as touching the cherry stained wood door as though the knob were a snake ready to attack.

At last the door was opened and everything in the house was dark. I flicked on the lights and there, right before my eyes, stood the dark eyed spirit with his arms crossed over his chest and a raging fire burning in his eyes. I yelped at his sudden appearance, falling back against the door which I had closed behind me. I was frozen with my heart pounding in my throat and thoughts racing. I don’t know why he was so terribly upset but his features warned me not to speak.

“Where have you been?” The silence was finally broken by his voice which echoed in my head and in the room we stood. I feared his tone; it was like an angry parent or a disappointed master with his slave. Swallowing I shuddered and shook my head. I didn’t want to tell him.

Growling he stepped forwards. “I’ll ask you again and this time I expect an answer. Where were you?”

“…I…”

He tapped his foot impatiently.

“I…I wa-was with my friends…”

His foot stopped and a look of shock came to his face. Then, without warning, hysteric uncontrollable laughter emitted from his mouth. “Friends? And who would want to befriend a sniveling little worm like you?”

“Yuugi and Jounouchi, Honda and Anzu, that’s who would!” I yelled angrily. How dare he think that I could not have friends, that there are people out there who actually like me!

My outburst was replied with a knee to my stomach. Eyes wide and gasping for breath I toppled to the ground, landing on my knees, holding my stomach. “What have I told you, Ryou, dear? You are not to yell at me. I am in control. And that little outburst just landed you some time in time out.”

I looked up at him in pain and confused. Smirking, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder where, despite my stomach pain, started struggling against his grip. His hand came down over my rear hard, I yelped in surprise and pain and the spanking. “Stop your struggling.” He commanded as we entered my bedroom. Over the months things were modified…toys and contraptions were added into the décor for when Bakura would rather not take me within the shadows to play.

Dropping me carelessly onto the floor he shut the door and returned to me, tearing my uniform off my body. I squealed and pulled my limbs to my body, hiding what couldn’t be hidden from Bakura. He knew every inch of my body and concealing it with my arms and legs made no difference. I still tried however.

“Stand, now.” He commanded.

I swallowed back a whimper and obeyed, standing to my feet. A deep scarlet blush of embarrassment came to my cheeks as it did each time my body was exposed to Bakura. He smirked and turned, pointing to the corner where a strange looking machine sat. I looked at him then at the machine. “Go sit yourself on it, make sure the device gets nice and deep.”

My stomach turned and I felt as though I were going to be sick. I didn’t want to do this. Bakura grew impatient with my hesitance and resolved to pick me up and sit me on it himself. Without proper preparation it hurt ten times worse when the thick toy was stuffed into me as I was seated onto it. I screamed and dug my nails into Bakura’s arms.

He removed my hands from his body and restrained them above my head by leather cuffs and a chain hanging from the ceiling. Struggling made everything worse, moving my upper body caused my lower body to shift and with the thick dildo inside me I could hardly bear it.

Bakura, using his foot, flicked a switch on the side which turned it on and the toy started vibrating inside me. I cried out loudly struggling to make it stop but movement hurt more than not. The vibrations shot through my body and caused shudders down my spine and moans to escape unwillingly from my lips.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I watched Bakura sitting in the chair at my desk, leg crossed over the other and arms folded across his chest. He was indeed like a master with his slave. The air of superiority that he gave off was sickening and yet erotic. I shook my head and hung it begging for it to stop.

“Stop?” He asked. “But why? Look how you are moving your hips. You like it don’t you?” I couldn’t help but move it was involuntary and he wrote it off and persuaded me to believe that it was all because I liked it. Crystal drops created tiny shining paths down my cheeks as the vibrations grew in intensity; I literally thought that my insides would be puréed.

He stood and knelt in front of me, placing his finger on my hardened erection, swirling the pre-cum on the head slowly causing my legs to twitch and my back to arch. His finger then went over the shaft and plugged the hole where the dribbling fluid came. I whimpered.

“You cannot come until I say.” He said to me.

I looked at him with wide eyes. How could I hold it? And what would happen if I came before he told me to? I didn’t want to think about it.

Grinning, Bakura stood and returned to his seat. “Don’t come yet.” He warned, crossing his slender leg over the other and placing his hands neatly in his lap. My hips moved and thrust to gain more of the sensation. I didn’t want to do any of this but god it felt so good. A scarlet blush painted my face as I drew closer to climax. Bakura warned me once again not to come and desperately I tried to follow his direction.

The minutes passed by agonizingly slow! It hurt so badly, the build up and not being able to release until Bakura finally spoke. “You may come now.”

Gladly, I tossed my head back and arched into the toy inside me, spurting semen onto my stomach and machine. Bakura grinned, turning off the machine and watched me for a moment. Then, he grabbed my face and forced my attention. “You are mine and I demand to know at all times where you are, even if I have to take over your body to do so.” He sneered, shoving my head back.

“I’ll let you sit there and think about it.” And turning on his heel he exited my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

I stared at the door blankly before I hung my head and burst into sobs. I felt sick and disgusting. Bakura was right… who could ever want to befriend me? I was nothing but a wretched little thing, a toy for a thieving spirit’s pleasure and entertainment.

And for right now, in this agonizing moment, hope and happiness seemed like nothing but a distant memory.

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