Love From Hell

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There are some times when I feel like he’s going to leave me but he doesn’t. There is nothing stopping him from leaving me just because I’ve been claimed by him does not mean that he won’t go after another. It’s always surprising though that he doesn’t go after someone else. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised he enjoys breaking me down every time. I don’t know why I care though why does it matter if he leaves me? Wouldn’t I be at peace then? No, because every day I’d be reminded of what was. I don’t have to worry about that though; he said he would never leave me.

It is the fault of Bakura that everything is spiraling into a sea of chaos. He keeps me home from school some days just to play around with me and when I am in school I can’t pay attention; my grades are slipping. I have to wear long sleeves because of his blood lust. I think that Yuugi is suspicious of me even more now. He knows something is wrong so I avoid them all if at all possible.

School is the worst these days for me. I used to love school now I feel so distracted and no longer enjoy it. From class to class I walk like a mindless zombie. I’m more pale and sickly in appearance than I was before. It’s all Bakura’s fault. I see Yuugi every day, his sweet face and those big violet eyes stare up at me so concerning. Some days I can’t take it like today. I don’t want to see him and I avoid him as I walk down the halls.

“Hey Ryou!” I can’t ever seem to avoid him well enough. I kept walking not wanting to hear his voice ring in my head.

“Ryou stop!” And here he comes, running up in front of me. I moved to my right to avoid him but he moved in front of me. I moved to my left; he followed. I stared at him for a moment before speaking. “Yuugi please get out of my way.”

“No, not until you talk to me.” He insisted.

“I really have no desire to talk.” I slid to my right again but he stops me. Sighing heavily I turn around and start walking back the way I came. I can hear him groan and run up in front of me once again. We did our little dance for at least five minutes. How long was he going to keep this up? It was starting to tire me and become annoying. “I can do this all day.” He told me.

“What do you want?” I asked clearly tired.

“I want you to sit down and talk to me.” He motioned towards a bench in the hall and started heading to it, grabbing my hand along the way. Sighing I followed not wanting to fight any longer with him. I watched him sit down and pat the spot next to him. In all honesty I didn’t want to sit, not because of Yuugi but because it would hurt to sit. Although the brand had healed I was still bruised there and it didn’t help that Bakura wanted to play before school. Letting out another sigh I walked over and slowly sat down, gritting my teeth at the pain.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong Yuugi.” I told him. I realize that lying would only make him more persistent but I still tried. He frowned at me and gave me that look of disbelief. “If there is nothing wrong then why do you look so sick? You’ve lost weight; your skin is paler than it was; you look as though you haven’t slept in days and Jounouchi is doing better in class than you which is frightening enough. Clearly there is something wrong.” I brought my hand up to rub my temples. I wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep and never wake up.

“Can’t you just leave well enough alone?” I asked, running my hand through my hair. I heard him gasp softly and I realized what I had done; what he had seen. “What happened to you?!” He cried moving closer and pulling my hair back to examine Bakura’s handy work. I pulled back and flicked my hair back over. “Nothing Yuugi.” I stated blatantly. “Nothing? Are you kidding me? That is not nothing!”

“Shut up…”

He brought my face to his. “Who has been hurting you? Is it your father?” I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from him. “My father hasn’t returned yet so it can’t be him.” I growled. “Then who?” he persisted. “Who Ryou?” I shook my head. “Leave it alone Yuugi.” I was not amused by his persistence and stood up to leave; he grabbed my arm pulling me back down. “Is it that spirit inside you?”

Instantly my eyes were wide full of surprise and anger. I ripped my arm from his grip and stood up. “You don’t know anything!”

“Ryou he’s killing you…”

“Shut up!”

Yuugi stood and grabbed my arm. I winced slightly as he pulled up my sleeve revealing all the bandages; the scars old and new covering my arm. “Look at this! Don’t you see what he is doing to you?” Of course I knew what he was doing to me he was indeed killing me inside but he was making it so that I couldn’t live without him. He knew that I would go insane if he ever left me and that is what he wanted, my dependence on him.

I stared down at Yuugi his eyes filled with concern for my well-being. I grit my teeth in an effort to stop tears from forming in my eyes. “Ryou…” Shaking my head I pulled from his grip, stumbling back. “G-Get away from me! You’re how I get into trouble!” Spinning around I darted from Yuugi and out of the school building. Before I knew it I had run all the way home, staggering into the front door I fell onto the floor and began sobbing.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I sneered into the floor at the sound of his voice. “What does it look like?” Suddenly I was pulled up by my hair like a rag doll and was staring into the face of Bakura, eyes burning with irritation. “Don’t take that tone with me boy.” He sneered at me. His eyes looked me over but focused on my tear stained face. “Pitiful creature.”

Bakura released his hold on my hair and I fell on my knees in front of him, wincing at the pain shooting through my knees. “You aren’t supposed to be home for another hour and a half. What are you doing home now?” I panted softly and shifted trying to get off my knees but my silence was beginning to irritate him more. He shoved me back with his foot. “Speak boy!”

Crying out I shook my head and rolled onto my stomach covering my face with my hands, sobbing into them. I didn’t want to think about why I had come home early. I didn’t want to tell him. I knew that he would only become arrogant and say ‘I told you so’ to me. I had yelled at Yuugi the words Bakura had said to me: “He’s how you get into trouble!”

“Goddamn it boy if you don’t speak I swear I’ll whip your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit!”

Wincing I glanced up at him. “…I…I r-ran away from Yuugi…” I stuttered, the tears falling more as I spoke those words, words I never thought I would say. Yuugi was my friend and it hurt to hurt him like that but I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid that if I had told him everything that Bakura would hurt me or Yuugi would try and make him go away.

That was something I couldn’t have him doing.

Without saying a word Bakura pulled me up onto my feet. My knees buckled from pain and I held tight to his shirt. “Why did you run from him?”

I had not expected that question from him. I stared at him confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted me to do all along? Stay away from him?”

“Of course it is but I want to know why you ran.”

Swallowing I looked away from him. “He saw your mark…” I muttered. “Speak louder.” He said although I knew he could hear me well enough, his hearing was excellent. “He saw your mark.” I repeated louder. There was silence as a devious grin tugged at Bakura’s lips. I turned my head to look up at him the growing silence was making me terribly uneasy. Finally he spoke, “So the Pharaoh now knows that I’ve got a hold of you, hm?” He laughed darkly. “Perfect.”

I knew that all along he had been using me to get to the spirit within Yuugi but I hoped, deep down inside, he had forgotten about his pursuit. Was he going to leave me once he had gotten his revenge? I felt a slight pain in my chest at the thought. Bakura stared at me and stepped closer. I stepped back. His pale hand reached out to brush the snow white hair from my face. “Oh my beautiful little doll…” I turned my head away from his touch but he gripped my jaw and brought my face back. His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me flush against his body. I gasped staring up at him with wide eyes then started pushing at his chest to get away.

Bakura laughed holding me tight. “You always try to get away even though you want me to stay close to you; that’s a bit contradictory isn’t it?” I sneered slightly and struggled more against his grip. “Let me go.”

He leaned down and whispered to me. “Are you afraid I’m going to abandon you like your father does?” I froze. Father doesn’t abandon me…I was silent as I realized that Bakura was right. My father abandons me every time he goes off on excavations. If he loved me wouldn’t he take me with him? Wouldn’t he try to stay with me more even if it meant getting a job as a professor instead? His job now was his life and I was just the child he comes home to whenever he feels like dropping in. I reminded him too much of mother so he stays away. Every time he looks at me he sees her and dies a little more inside.

Bakura lifted my face and brushed his lips against mine. “Didn’t I tell you that I wouldn’t leave?” He purred softly. I nodded slightly. He smirked. “Now, how shall we make dolly feel better, hm?” Grasping my wrist he pulled me up the stairs to the bedroom. I struggled against his grip. “Bakura…I don’t want to do anything…I want to sleep.” I told him as I stumbled behind.

“Why do you always make me repeat myself?” he asked with a dark undertone as he shoved me into the bedroom. “You have no choice unless I give you one. Got it?”

“But Bakura…”

Without warning I was backhanded. “Don’t make me do worse.” I stared at him with my hand over my face as he moved from me to the closet. Sliding the door open he brought out a large black box with a silvery bow on the lid. Bakura placed it on the bed and opened it. Curiously I moved to see what he had but he blocked me. “…What’s that?...” I asked.

He turned around holding up a lolita doll type gown. “Isn’t it just lovely?” He asked with a grin. I frowned and looked from the dress to him. “You don’t expect me to put that on do you?”

“Not only do I expect you to,” Bakura began, “I expect you to do it without protest.” He laid the gown on the bed and took out the accessories that were needed to make me his perfect little doll. “Get undressed.” He told me as he took out shoes, stockings and various other items. Gritting my teeth I did as I was instructed. I shivered at the cold air hitting my body and I instinctively covered myself, blushing in embarrassment.

Bakura tossed back a pair of white stockings with lace about the tops. “Put those on.” He said as he looked over all of the accessories and the dress. Sighing shakily I pulled them on; I honestly hadn’t worn stockings before so it felt rather odd and probably looked worse. Turning slightly I looked in the full length mirror I had in my room and my face flushed. It was embarrassing wearing such girlish Victorian stockings without any other clothes on.

As I stared at myself in disbelief I was suddenly blinded by a bundle of white fabric over my head. Pulling it from my head I looked it over. It appeared to be a petticoat. “Next these.” He said without even turning around to look. I blinked. “…No underwear?...”

“Your panties are probably on the floor by your feet.” He replied. Sure enough, the…panties were on the ground by my feet. I picked them up and groaned silently but pulled on the white cotton panties then the petticoat. I wrapped my arms about my waist embarrassed and shaking all over at my present appearance.

Bakura stood straight and looked at the dress then tossed it to me. No words were needed as instruction. I held the dress which was of a plaid pattern of pastel blue, white, pink and black; prettier than you think honestly. Sighing I pulled it over my head and stuck my arms into the white sleeves which billowed out from my elbow downwards creating very elegant Victorian-esque bell sleeves.

“…I…I n-need some help…” I stuttered. Bakura turned around and looked at me. He walked around behind me then began to lace up the back of the dress tying and snapping it closed. He fixed the bottom better over the petticoat and pointed to a pair of plat formed Mary Jane’s. With another sigh I placed my feet into them and knelt down to lace them up. I could feel Bakura’s eyes on me as I was bent over. I’m sure he was quite enjoying the view.

When I had finished he came over and messed with my hair putting it up into pigtails all nice and cute like a little doll. He placed yellow, pink and blue chrysanthemum kanzashi on one side of the up-do then did the same on the other. Grinning he added his own special touch: a white slave’s collar that matched nicely with the outfit.

Stepping back to look me over he grinned with a sort of morbid accomplishment. What was he planning now?

“Do you like it?” He asked as he turned me around to look in the mirror. What had he done to me? Why was he making me wear this and look like this? What purpose did it serve? “Answer me.” He said. I shook my head. I did not want to answer; I did not want to admit that I thought I looked rather cute it was embarrassing!

Bakura, however, was not to keen on my refusal to answer him. “Answer.” He grit as he spanked me hard. “Yes!” I yelped out, jumping in surprise. He grinned and stepped back. “Do a little twirl for me.”

I bit my lip as I made a small twirl, trying at the same time to keep my balance in these killer shoes. Bakura chuckled at my stumbling and my embarrassment for not being able to walk correctly. “You know how you can walk better don’t you?”

“By taking off the shoes?” I retorted.

He laughed and grinned. “No. You keep wearing them. You are going to wear that outfit all day. You cannot take it off unless I say so. Is that clear?”

“You’re going to make me hurt myself!” I cried. These shoes were going to kill me! How in the world was I supposed to walk down the stairs in these? Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Do I make myself clear?” He repeated sternly. He wasn’t going to fight with me. I nodded slightly.

“Speak, I can’t hear head movements.”

“Yes, I understand.” I said, defeated. “Good.” He said smirking. “Now, don’t you have some chores that need to be done?” I bit my lip and nodded once more. “Yes…” He went to the door. “Then I suggest you start with your room.” Bakura left my room leaving the door open and went downstairs.

I listened to the sound of his footsteps as he went down the stairs and sighed shakily. I looked around my room and again I sighed. My room had clothes piled from the times that I didn’t have the chance to gather them to take to the laundry room. Kneeling down the best that I could with these heels on I gathered up the clothes and put them into a hamper that I had in my room. I moved the hamper out of the way towards the door then turned around to straighten up everything. After ten or more minutes I sighed, finished with my room.

It was clean, for now.

I had to fight the urge to run my fingers through my hair as I would have messed up the up-do that Bakura had done. Biting my lip and placed the trash in the laundry hamper along with the dirty clothes and pulled it out of my room. Looking down the stairs I let out a soft groan. Thirteen steps down in these platforms and with a heavy hamper; this was going to be fun.

I decided to go sideways down the stairs so that I could see my steps and pull the hamper along with me. So I took the first step and pulled the hamper. It didn’t topple over so I was relieved but I still had twelve more steps to go and then to take it into the laundry room. Surely Bakura was sitting down on the sofa smirking smugly as he listened to me struggle to do my chore. I grit my teeth, the thought made me angry.

Suddenly I felt myself stumble and I gripped the wall and the hamper at the same time. “Are you alive up there?” Bakura called. I sneered silently through my panting. “Yes…” I replied. I needed to stay focused on what I was doing; I could not mindlessly just walk up and down the stairs like I normally do, not with these shoes.

Finally I made it downstairs with the laundry much to my intense relief. Bakura glanced over the back of the sofa and smiled a kind of patronizing smile. “Made it I see…” I narrowed my eyes and sneered slightly. “Ah, that’ll earn you one punishment point.” He smirked when I frowned knowing that I had no clue what he was talking about.

The spirit shifted, turning around on the sofa, resting his head on his arms. “Each time you misbehave you’ll earn a punishment point. When you reach ten points you’ll be punished for your misbehavior.”

“You can’t be serious!” I exclaimed practically crying out. “Oh but I am and that got you another punishment point.” He said with a grin. I grit my teeth as I picked up the basket and carried it to the laundry room. The audacity! Although I shouldn’t have expected anything less from Bakura. I sighed as I began to put the clothes in the washing machine. Was he going to be watching me the entire time?

I glanced over my shoulder and sighed when I didn’t see him leering over me. I was relieved but kind of hoped he would be there to taunt me as I washed clothes. There’s something wrong with me isn’t there?

I blew silver strands from my face and used the washing machine to prop myself back up onto my feet. I hated these fucking shoes. They were going to be the bane of my existence if I had to constantly wear them. While the clothes were washing I made my way, carefully, into the kitchen to clean it up. There were dishes scattered in different parts of the kitchen. It wasn’t a huge disgusting mess, just messy enough to irritate the crap out of me.

While I worked I couldn’t resist the urge to start humming, it made me feel like time was going by faster and that it wasn’t as quiet in the kitchen as it seemed. Bakura was watching television in the other room or at least I assumed so. The television was on after all. That never meant he was watching it though. I glanced up, expecting him to be there, like always, but strangely he wasn’t there. He hadn’t been lurking while I did the laundry and now he wasn’t watching while I cleaned the kitchen?

What was he up to?

I bit my lip, unsure of what I was supposed to do. Should I go in and see what he’s doing? Should I be happy and continue on with my chores? I suppose the latter would have been more logical, but I wasn’t feeling very rational. Stopping what I had been doing I quietly, well, as quietly as I could with the kanzashi hair pieces jingling, walked into the living room towards the sofa where the spirit sat.

“…Bakura?”

“Are you finished with your chores?” He asked. I glanced from him to the television; he wasn’t even watching it though it was on. Curiously, I leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing. “What are you doing?” He asked looking at me. Instantly I snapped back into place and blinked at him. “…I…”

“Have you finished with your chores?”

I shook my head. “No…” His eyes were hard on me as he spoke. “Then what are you doing in here?” Again, I shook my head, struggling to figure out what was going on. I was completely confused. “Don’t you think you should get back to work?” He almost sneered. I swallowed and turned around, walking back to the kitchen. I could feel his eyes burning through me as I left then I heard him settle back onto the sofa. I gripped the counter and let out the breath I had been holding in.

What was he up to…?

Somehow, I don’t know how, but somehow I managed to finish cleaning the kitchen and it looked much better than it did. Unfortunately, through my own mental distress of what Bakura could be doing in the living room, I ended up gaining more of his little punishment points. My mind would wander and I’d drop a plate causing it to break. If I wasn’t dropping a plate then I was making some sort of noise that irritated Bakura. By the end of my chores I had enough punishment points to warrant a punishment.

“Come here little doll…” He beckoned me with his index finger.

I stared at him frightened and shaking, but I went to him as told. The Mary Jane’s were heavy and still caused me to walk awkwardly and Bakura simply watched me as he approached him, his lips twitching in amusement. I looked up at him as he looked down at me and eyed by body as if he were debating on what exactly he was going to do. I knew that he had already made up his mind and this debating façade was only to distress me.

It was working.

Bakura stepped to me and turned me around. “Reach down and grab your ankles.” He said his tone commanding my obedience. I trembled as I bent down and grasped my stocking clad ankles. The skirt of my outfit lifted as I bent; I felt Bakura’s eyes burning into me as he gazed over the sight of my rear in those white panties. I shuddered and wished he’d hurry up and down whatever it was that he was going to do.

He stepped closer to me his hands roaming over my bottom. I shivered and bit my lower lip. What was he going to do? Then, without warning, Bakura began to slide the panties down over my butt and down my legs before releasing them so that they fell around my ankles. I shivered again but more so from the sudden coolness of the air touching my bare skin.

“Stay like that.” He said and walked away from me. I swallowed and looked between my legs to see what he was doing. I watched as he pulled a case from underneath the sofa. I hadn’t noticed there was a case under there before. He lifted it up and set it on the coffee table. Opening it, he took something long and slender from the case. What it was I couldn’t tell. The case closed and he came back to me.

Bakura stood there for what seemed like forever just looking me over. I blushed darkly in humiliation at the exposure, yet I have to admit, as dirty and embarrassing as it was it was also exciting. The tiny bells at the ends of the kanzashi dangling chimed as I boldly shook my rear at him.

I’m sure my actions took him by surprise and I was positive there’d be a grin on his face. However, that didn’t change that I was going to be punished. Bakura lifted the item he had in his hand and whacked it against my bare skin. I yelped and jumped slightly at the sting the leather left. A chuckle escaped from Bakura’s mouth as he slid the riding crop up my leg to make sure I could see what he was using on me.

“What a naughty little thing you are…” He purred sliding the crop between my legs to touch my length. I shuddered and whined, shifting as the crop made its way up and over my butt. I felt it leave my skin but it wasn’t long before the sting of the leather had returned. Again, I yelped. “B-Bakura…”

“Yes, dolly?” He answered.

I swallowed, unsure what I should do. I decided that after all that had happened nothing I did now could possibly make it any worse. “P-Please…may I have another?...”

It was electrifying asking Bakura to give me another whip of the crop. I felt the leather bite my skin as Bakura brought the crop over my rear again. “And why is my dear doll asking for another?”

“…I’ve been a bad dolly…” I replied and was answered with another couple whippings from my other half. “And what happens to dollies who have been bad?” He asked. I blushed darkly, unable to believe that I was actually doing this, that I was actually…enjoying this. It was like some cruel joke from heaven.

“Well?” He asked giving me another whipping just below my butt. I whimpered and gripped my ankles tightly. “They…get punished…” I responded.

“That’s right.” He said. “You’ve been a bad little thing and I need to teach you to be a good dolly.”

“I’ll be good…” I answered. “Teach me to be a good dolly; punish me so I’ll be good…” There was no mercy from the crop, the sting of the leather left angry red marks on my rear and thighs until I had collapsed to my knees.

“I’ll be good, please…please stop…I’ll be a good dolly…” I begged once I could take no more. Bakura walked around me to stand in front. He lifted my face with the crop and I gazed up at him with tears in my eyes. “You’ll be a good dolly, hm?”

“Y-Yes, I’ll be good…” I responded, nodding slightly. Grinning, Bakura knelt and pressed his lips to mine. I felt like I was melting into him, I never imagined that after all this I’d still feel like I could never live without him.

He pulled back and helped me to my feet. “Pull up your panties and go get undressed in your room.” He told me. “I’ll be up soon to tend to your wounded little ass.” I nodded; pulling up my panties and bit my lip at the irritation the fabric caused the wounds. I went up the stairs awkwardly to my room leaving Bakura in the living room.

Once I was in my room, I removed the shoes, then the clothing, and then let my hair down. I found some more comfortable clothes and put them on before going to my bed and lying down on it. Bakura was up in my room within a few minutes with some ointments and such for the wounds he had inflicted. I removed my pants and lay on my stomach.

As he tended to the wounds I tried to withhold the whimpers of pain that wanted to escape. Bakura chuckled at my futile attempts at acting tough and finished, allowing me to pull my pants back up, only after removing my underwear. The fabric would irritate the wounds on my thighs and he warned that they could become infected. That was something I didn’t want.

Bakura set the things on my desk to be put away later before coming back to the bed. He lay beside me and I turned onto my side, pressing my back into him. His arm made its way around my waist and a smile slipped onto my face.

Yuugi was wrong about Bakura, that’s all I kept telling myself, he was wrong. “You should rest; I still have plans for you…” He purred into my ear. I shivered but nodded. As I closed my eyes I caught the sight of paper that wasn’t there before sitting on my desk. It wasn’t until it was too late that I learned what it was and what it said.

My Dearest Ryou,

This will be my last letter and a short one at that. We’ve had a break in our dig and I am coming home with some artifacts to be studied at the university. I cannot wait to see you, Ryou; I have missed you very much.

See you in two days.

With love,
Daddy


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Okay, guys, I'm terribly sorry for not getting this up during the time I said. I'm done with giving myself deadlines...doesn't seem to work for me. I had a tough semester and am still working through my mental issues so please hang in there with me. I'll try to get the next chapter written within a timely manner.
Thanks for all the understanding.