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�It
is finished.� Atemu stated wearily as he dropped back against the wall with a
dull thud.

Holding
his hands out before his face, the former Pharaoh realized that his entire body
had not ceased its violent trembling brought about by the earlier adrenaline
rush. He took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm his madly beating
heart as he glanced back at the empty spot on the floor where the two
miscreants had lain not so long ago.

The
royal teen ran over in his mind some of what had been revealed during their
last game with no small amount of disbelief and righteous indignation. He
honestly couldn�t believe what those two perverted, mindless cretins (and their
friends) were capable of � until he
had heard the deeds straight from their mouths.

Those
two depraved imbeciles had, without a doubt, deserved every last bit of what he
and the gruesome twosome had dished out tonight. And were still highly
deserving of whatever punishments the shadows had in mind. He had made the
right decision. But in a way he still felt cheated.

�Yep.� Bakura sighed loudly as he too sagged
against the wall for support. �Finished.�

�I
expected them to have lasted a little longer.� The tired royal replied
wistfully. �There were so many excellent games that I had wanted to introduce
them to. Truth or dare was a good one though��

�Keh�yeah, I thought so too.� Bakura replied with an
exhausted chuckle.

�What�you
expected them to last the entire night after what you did to them?� Marik
snorted as he joined his friends in holding up the wall. �You damn near killed
them in the first five minutes you were here.�

The
former Pharaoh sighed again. He knew Marik was right, that he had come on far
too strong. But he had expected a worthy opponent, not this rubbish. He had
never felt such an absolute, all encompassing rage, not even in all the times
that he had defended his Aibou from bullies and other aggressors � and he
vented it accordingly. It just didn�t feel as though he had done enough.

Had
those two men had been given to him at the beginning of his imprisonment in the
puzzle the former spirit doubted that he would have been able to vent his full
wrath on them in the time allotted. What he and the others had learned over the
course of this night had increased his fury to almost impossible heights.

And
in the end he had grown tired of hearing about the horrific tortures that they
had inflicted on innocent children and quite simply put the two mangled, half dead
pedophiles out of their misery � as they had repeatedly begged for towards the
end. Let the shadows feast on their tortured souls for the rest of eternity, he
was through.

But
it didn�t mean that he was happy about it. Not at all! They could have had so
much more fun before he had to end it.

�It�s
time to go.� Atemu removed himself from the wall, making his way slowly to the
exit with the air of defeat. �This place sickens me.�

The
royal teen tried hard to feel as if he and the others had been successful in
their endeavor. They had every right. Everything had gone perfectly. But his
heart simply wasn�t into it. They hadn�t won, only delayed. The real battle was
yet to come.

His
overloaded mind simply couldn�t process what they had found out only moments
before he terminated the men�s existence. The fact that they got the
information they was looking for, and that no one would ever know what had
happened to the two men who had rented this apartment other than him and the
gruesome twosome �none of it mattered anymore.

If
the cops � or anyone else curious enough � were to peek into the apartment now
they would only think that whoever had been in residence was nothing short of
the worst, most disgusting slobs imaginable, for there was trash strewn about
the apartment and bodily fluids of every sort left in various spots around the
front room. But the two men who had rented out the dwelling were nowhere to be
found.
It was as if the
men had vanished into thin air. After all, there was no evidence to suggest
anything to the contrary.

Everything
had gone according to plan. But a dark cloud of discontent hung over the three
former spirits all the same. The rules had changed, and they knew it. Now it
was up to them to turn the game back in their favor.

�I
agree.� Marik stretched petulantly and followed Atemu out the door.

After
a moment Bakura followed the other two, half heartedly directing his shadows to
shut the door behind him.

The
three teens hopped into the elevator, each lost in their own solemn thoughts
about their earlier discovery. Yakuza! Who would have known that the person
they were after, the one that had become their main target, the man who had so
casually broken Yugi like a spoiled child�s toy, would have family ties with
this infamous gang of intimidating mobsters. This was not a situation they
wanted to get caught up in, but they weren�t exactly going to back down from it
either, now that they knew.

They
stalked out of the silent elevator still caught up in their somber thoughts,
passing through the empty lobby to glide, unseen, out the front doors. As they
rounded the corner of the building, heading towards the game shop, Bakura broke
the heavy silence.

�We
need to inform the others.� He sighed. �Give them an out if they need it.�

Marik
and Atemu nodded soberly.

Yakuza!!

In
no way shape or form did this change their plans to annihilate this bastard.
They were still dedicated to taking him down by any means achievable. But the
fact remained that none of them wanted to endanger their friends in the
process. Their next move was going to take just a little more planning than
they had previously thought.

If
they missed a step, or someone caught wind of what they were attempting to do
the repercussions would be severe.

�In less time than they had thought, the somber
trio was safely back inside the game shop. The instant
they stepped foot into the living area of the quaint dwelling it was to receive
a hero�s welcome. Loud cheers and a round of applause rent the air, causing
each of the three former spirits to take a fearful step back from all the
noise.

�YAMI!!!!� A tearful Yugi flew straight into
Atemu�s arms. �I was so worried about you! I thought something happened, that
they took you away! You were gone so long!!�

�It�s
alright Aibou�I�m right here. See?�

Atemu
soothed the sobbing teen, wrapping his arms tightly around his slender body,
swaying gently as he whispered soft words into the boy�s ear, noticing that his
little one was not the only person with tears in their eyes. Bakura�s smaller double was also shivering in his darkness�
embrace, seeking reassurance for their extended absence.

�Soooo�what happened? Did they crack?� Malik queried as he
tackled his darker half in a tight hug. �C�mon�don�t leave us in suspense
here!�

�Yeah! Don�t leave us hangin�.�
Jou repeated.

It
was at that moment the rest of the group noticed that the three former spirits
weren�t exactly acting like the victorious party. Each held that listless look
of blank depression as they gazed around the room, refusing to hold anyone�s
gaze for an extended length of time. Atemu�s eyes had dulled to almost a brick
red color, his expression resigned as he sighed audibly, fidgeting with the
edge of trim on Yugi�s shirt as the other two fixated on the wall with angry
scowls.

�Why
is it I always have to clean up your messes?� Seto sat back down on the couch
with an exaggerated, long suffering sigh, before glancing up at the three teens
with a look of purely contrived exasperation. �What did you do now? I need to
know what you botched up in order to fix it as best I can.�

��Fuck you! We didn�t botch anything High Priest!!� Bakura snarled before amending his
tone at Ryou�s flinch. �We just�ah hell�we learned a
couple of facts that�ah�surprised us and we need to rethink our approach to the
matter.�

�Yeah...truly�kiss
my fat, hairy ass!!� Marik shot a baleful glare over at the high handed CEO as
he crossed his arms over his chest in a defiant pose.

�Well
obviously you did something wrong to come back in such great spirits. I was only offering to help.� Seto shot back,
irritated that his comment hadn�t been met with the usual wiseass retort.

In
the ensuing silence after the CEO�s insightful comment, perceptive scarlet eyes
sought out irate russet and frustrated violet as the three disgruntled teens
tried to decide who was going to break the news. It was clear that no one else
wanted to speak, so Atemu stepped up to the center of attention as he picked
Yugi up in his arms and made his way to the couch to sit next to the fuming
brunette.

�Kaiba�at
times your offers of aid come off as an insult. I know it�s not intended�that
you were trying for a bit of humor�we are�ah�a little short right now�sorry.�
The royal teen�s voice fell off for a moment before returning full force.
�Regardless�I, for one, would neither turn down the assistance nor the wit. I
would suggest everyone get comfortable...�

The
brunette nodded in understanding, realizing that perhaps his timing hadn�t been
the best. His sole intent was to help fix whatever had happened, maybe even
provoke a smirk or two, not to start an all out argument. He had always known
that jokes and humor were more Jou�s forte, but
sometimes it didn�t keep him from trying.

And,
as always, the rest of the group forgave him for his off sense of humor and bad
timing. Just as he forgave them for their wisecracks and
childish pranks. He felt Jou�s slender hand
slip inside his, giving a reassuring squeeze and he turned to smile at his
boyfriend before giving his attention over to what Atemu was about to say,
catching Bakura and Marik�s remorseful glances in
passing.
��
Once
the entire group was seated, the former ruler began to outline the events of
earlier, leaving out much of what was done, and focusing rather on what was
revealed. By the time he was finished everyone in the room was shocked
speechless. It was one thing to talk big and bad about going up against an
organization with so many violent tendencies. But it was something entirely
different to actually go through with it � without an army as backup. And they
had no army.

�I
have three tickets to France.� Seto commented idly. �One for Jou, one for Yugi and another for Mokuba. Anyone
else interested?�

From
the time that Atemu had mentioned the word Mafia, the brunette had pulled his
laptop around and sat it on his lap, still listening intently, but also
multitasking as he did. There was no way his family was going to get hurt in
the pursuit of justice!

But
both Jou and Mokuba noisily put a dent in those plans as soon as they were
voiced just as the smaller tricolor haired teen gave his darker half such a
look of heartbreak that Atemu himself had to protest. In an instant the whole
group was in an uproar, arguing loudly over who would go and who would stay. It
took almost an hour for them to decide. And in the end no one took the tickets,
each preferring to stay and help out wherever they were most needed.

After
a few moments of tense silence Bakura suggested that since everyone was in it
was time to start planning�

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3
Days later�

The
man behind the desk was, once again, practically drooling at the myriad of
pictures his henchmen had managed to gather. He had hardly moved from behind
the desk in the past four days, unable to put these images from his mind for
even a moment, he had become so obsessed.

His
hardened eyes virtually glittered with lust and more than a few dollar signs as
he glanced at the array of beautiful teens, almost unable to make up his mind
as to which one he found more intriguing. The one thought that swam around his
head was that his clients were going to be so pleased with the new merchandise!

Greedy
hands trembled wildly as he reorganized the photos and went back through them
once again, unable to keep from fantasizing over his new collection of slaves.
Well�they weren�t his yet.

But
they would be.

The
first picture he laid down on the desk was of the two tricolor haired twins. He
knew the smaller one intimately. The one he had personally named Hikari, for the innocent light that had shone so brightly
in those large amethyst eyes when the kid first arrived � before he all but
beat it out of him. The little one was a prize all on his own�But the taller,
darker twin with those defiant, almost regal scarlet eyes was absolutely
breathtaking in his wildness.

It
wouldn�t be too long before those two exquisite gems were both occupying a room
in his cozy establishment. Oh the fun he would have then! He would tame that
proud, wild beauty, just as he had the innocent one. It was an act he was so
looking forward to. Maybe that one he would even keep to himself for the first
couple of weeks, before turning him over to the guests to use as they wished.

And
once he had added the two of them to his collection, it was time to go after
the others. The man flipped over two more pictures and set them face up on the
desk alongside the first one. His men had managed to find an absolute treasure
trove in that puny, little backwater town. There were so many gorgeous boys,
all ripe for the picking.

Another
one that caught his eye was the small white haired boy with those stunning,
doe-like velvet eyes that many of his clients were nuts about. And there was an
elegant platinum blonde with such an unusual shade of violet that would appeal
to his more�selective guests and a clumsy, boyish blonde with eyes the color of
honey. If he could pull this off the payoff would be extravagant. His
establishment would quite simply the best of its kind.

A
shiver of excitement ran down his spine. He couldn�t wait to get his hands on
these beauties. It was too bad his men were out of communication at the moment
or he would order them to storm the house and pick up his prizes now, to hell
with the police!

Perhaps
it was a good thing that his men were out doing whatever it was they were
doing. Patience was never his strong suit, as he remembered his mother always
told him. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that all things came to
those who waited, before continuing his task.

The
man flipped one more of the pictures over, expecting to see yet another pretty
face staring back at him. He knew them all by heart now.

What
he saw didn�t even register in his mind for the first minute that he stared at
the grainy, badly lit photo. He leaned in, bringing the picture up close to his
face with a frown, almost crossing his eyes in his obsession to make out a
recognizable image.

Staring
a little harder, he scratched his head. Now how did that get in here? He hadn�t
seen that one before. He squinted at it. For a moment it almost looked like a
couple of overweight, grotesquely white men getting it on. A closer look told
him that he wasn�t losing his mind; this picture was of exactly that.

He
jerked back in his chair away from the repulsive image, ten ways to pissed off.
His eyebrows drew together as his face turned the color of a ripe tomato. Was
this some kind of sick fucking joke?! Is this what Grunt and James had been up
to for the past three days? They both knew he didn�t want any inside knowledge
of what they did on their time off! And technically they hadn�t earned any time
off as of yet. They still had a job to do!

Those
two nitwits were both supposed to be watching this house, and keeping him
updated, getting ready to nab their prey. Not fucking each other�s brains out
like this picture suggested they were doing! And how the hell did he end up
with their homemade porn? He glanced back at the picture again with a disgusted
frown. He hadn�t known James was into that?! How sickening!

The
man slammed his fists down on the desktop, his blood pressure skyrocketing �
dropping the photo in the process. How dare they fuck off on his time?! He
snatched the picture up and stormed out of the office.

�Mackenzie!�
He snarled to his secretary. �Get me Grunt or James NOW!!! I don�t give a
flying fuck how you do it�just do it!�

Mackenzie,
his ever faithful secretary, stared back at him blankly for a moment, before setting
the phone back on its base with a puzzled scowl. �But I thought you wanted
everyone notified about tomorrow�s auction before the end of the day?!�

The
owner of the establishment stopped in his tracks, puzzled, searching his mind
for the recent command as his attention lit on the picture in his hands. �What auc�?�

The
moment he glanced at the photo, he forgot what it was he was about to say. His
mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he stared at the picture in his
grasp. It was an ordinary, close up photo of the gorgeous tricolor haired teen
with scarlet eyes, the boy who haunted his fantasies. In this picture it almost
looked as though those intimidating ruby eyes were glowing, the hatred in them
was that intense.

He
blinked. But hadn�t he grabbed the one with his men in a compromising position?
Huh? Maybe he had grabbed the wrong one in his rush? As he scratched his head
he stared into those fascinating eyes, once again losing his concentration. A
shudder ran through his gaunt frame. This kid was eerie up close! Stunning, but
completely eerie.

His
secretary shot him another disgruntled glare when he didn�t finish the
question. �The one you moved up from next Saturday to tomorrow. You know�you
almost bit my head off when I said I didn�t think I could get to everyone in
time. Are you sure you�re okay boss.�

�Yeah,
yeah��m fine.� The man absentmindedly waved him off. �Just pissed off�I need a
fucking vacation!�

�Okay�then
do you want me to find Grunt and James or keep working on these phone calls? I
can�t do both in such a short amount of time.� Mackenzie pointed out logically,
if not a bit testily.

�The
auction is still on for its original date. We won�t have any new blood until
next week, so forget what I said about changing it to tomorrow. I want Grunt�or
James now!� The man snapped as he changed direction and stomped back into his
office, never hearing the soft, menacing voice as it ordered Mackenzie back to
his call list.

With
an irritated sigh the man shut the door behind him, before rushing over to his
desk. He wasn�t losing his mind! He wasn�t! He could have sworn that he never
put that picture down. But then again he couldn�t remember telling Mackenzie to
change the date for their auction either.

Why
on earth would he have done that? They had no newly trained slaves yet. In fact
he had been pushing it to set the date for next week. But he knew that there
was a handful that could be broke in before then. He had done it many times
before, in a shorter amount of time. Maybe he was stressing out a little too
much?

With
a roll of his eyes the man set the treasured picture back down amongst the
rest. He needed to find the picture that had sent him off the deep end earlier,
so that he could confront them with the evidence. His men obviously needed a
little reminder of just who was the boss.

A
quick shuffle through the pile of photos on his desk failed to produce the
picture that he had been looking at earlier. Maybe he had dropped it? The man
dropped uncomfortably to his knees to search under his desk, finding nothing of
consequence other than a long forgotten twenty dollar bill crumpled up in the
corner. As he peered up over the side of the desk he spied a photo propped up
against the monitor of his computer. And for the life of him he couldn�t quite
remember setting one in that spot.

Hesitantly
he reached out and grabbed it, bringing it in for a closer look. Well, it
definitely wasn�t the one he had originally been looking for, but it was just
as interesting. This one contained the gory image of a kneeling man with
darkish liquid � blood maybe? � running down his face in copious amounts. It
was hard to make out any distinguishing facial features with the burgundy
liquid distorting the image, but he was pretty sure that he had never met the man
was in this photo.

What
the hell were his men up to?! Did he end up with their vacation photos on top
of the ones of their prey? This was totally repulsive! And whatever the man was
holding in his hand�it looked like some type of meat�or something. He squinted
harder, trying to discern the item that the figure was holding out towards the
camera as if proud of. It was such an eerie, haunting image.

Fsshhh! The picture dissolved into shadowy
wisps just as his mind clicked on the fact that the hideous figure was holding
his own tongue.

He
cringed back away from the image that was frozen in his mind as his heart rate
sped up, pounding loudly in his chest. What the hell just happened?! Was he hallucinating?!
Thick, foamy bile lodged itself at the base of his throat, and try as he might,
he couldn�t quite clear it. He glanced around the room, as if to confirm that
everything was as it had been before. And it was�

But
once again there was another photo where he didn�t remember setting it. This
one was sitting up with the professional portraits of his family members, on a
glass shelf above the television. Shakily the man pulled himself to his feet,
unable to stop himself from crossing the room purely out of curiosity.
Cautiously he reached out and grabbed a hold of the mysterious picture,
treating it as he would a bomb of unknown origin.

This
one held two naked, bloodied men, who looked as if they had been tied together
with a roll of duct tape. He studied the picture intensely. But the entire
image was distorted and grainy, blocking out the faces of the subjects. Before
he was able to take another, closer look, this one vanished into the shadows as
well, leaving behind no trace that it had ever existed.

With
wild, frightened eyes he gave another glance around the room, thinking, hoping
that maybe James had returned and was playing a prank on him. The older of his
two men had always been somewhat of a prankster � and he had given him ample
enough reason to engage in the childish behavior when he had given them that
ultimatum not more than a week ago.

Yeah,
that was it; James must be up to his old tricks! These photos must be rigged in
some way. The man�s stunned features smoothed back into a haughty, arrogant
pose. He would teach James a lesson about messing with people�s heads the next
time they came into contact. A valuable lesson�

�Excuse
me sir�but James just left a message for you to look in The Room.� Mackenzie poked his head inside the office. �He left a
present for you.�

The
man�s head jerked around as soon as he heard the first quiet word, still
slightly miffed. He nodded in understanding and straightened out his posture as
if nothing was amiss, thinking that he would go and check out his little gift.
Now everything made sense. It was as he had thought; James was getting even
with him. His men had come back bearing gifts, and a little payback.

What
he failed to comprehend, as he hurried out of the room, was the eerie, vacant
stare in his secretary�s watchful eyes.

As
he made his way hastily towards The Room,
he felt his lust and excitement spike wildly. Which one of those tempting
little morsels should he be expecting? Would it be his Hikari,
back to beg him for more in that beautiful, angel�s voice? Or would it be the
wild twin, the one that just begged to be tamed? Somehow he doubted that one.
They would have to bring in the smaller one first, in order to secure his cooperation.

But
oh how he wished it to be so. That one had haunted his dreams ever since he
caught sight of those defiant, majestic scarlet eyes, making it hard for him to
get a good night�s rest. If he had to pick his favorite out of all the boys
that his men had come across in Domino, it would have to be that one. It was all
he could do to not imagine how pleasing it would be to break that proud,
majestic boy to his will.

He
stopped momentarily, an errant thought running through his mind, before his
step quickened. Maybe his men had even anticipated his wishes and brought him
one of the other gorgeous little boys that they had managed to catch on film.
After all, they had had enough presence of mind to know that he would want to
take a look at the rest of what Domino had to offer. Hell, the one awaiting his
presence could even be that beautiful little white haired treasure.

He
turned the corner and his breath caught in his throat. There, inside the glass
enclosure was the most erotic sight he had ever laid eyes on. He set his hands
against the glass, gaping in awe.

Somehow
his men had managed to capture the bronze beauty that filled his dreams. The
boy was unconscious and gagged, his head lying limply against his left
shoulder, those stunning scarlet eyes closed, his body splayed tightly between
two poles, awaiting his inspection.

His
prize looked perfect, even from behind the glass. The men had already stripped
him down to the tight, white thong that he must have been wearing at the time
he had been taken. And even though his bindings pulled him up on the balls of
his feet, stretching his slender body out to its fullest height, it was clear
that the youth was a little on the petite side.

There
was a regal, almost untouchable quality about the boy inside the glass, even
with his features softened in unconsciousness.

The
man�s hand shook uncontrollably as he reached for the door handle. This was
beyond his wildest imaginings, he wasn�t even sure what he wanted to do first.
Once inside the room he looked over his trophy with greedy eyes, tracing his
hands over the profile of the smooth, bronze skin. The boy was even more
beautiful up close, not a blemish to be seen. He tipped the teen�s head up to
get a closer look at flawless features.

His
men had done a good job. He would name the boy Storm, for the fierce, violent
glare that was always in his eyes when the camera was on him. To tame this one
would be nothing but a pure joy. This one would belong to him! Maybe he would
even make him into a treasured, obedient pet, only to be loaned out on special
occasions.

With
trembling hands he reached out to touch his most recent possession, only to be
met with a fierce, angry glare as those ruby eyes opened unexpectedly, blinking
twice with the dawning realization of threat. The rage in those exotically
slanted eyes almost made him step back in fear, but he gathered his thoughts
quickly and gave a malicious smirk.

�No
need to look like that my proud beauty�you�ll learn to love it here.� He
chuckled as he continued to run his hands over the silky bronze skin, touching
the teen intimately.

The
boy jerked harshly against his bindings, his enraged comments muffled by the
piece of cloth over his mouth. The man wasn�t put off by his new slave�s
obvious reluctance. In fact it turned him on even more. Harshly he reached out
and grabbed a handful of the teen�s rear, squeezing tight enough to cause a
muffled gasp and a wide eyed look of surprise.

Having
gained a reaction more to his liking, the man then slapped the scarlet eyed
teen�s backside violently. That ill advised action resulted in the teen head
butting him hard enough to make him stumble backwards with his hands to his
head. Stepping quickly out of reach the man reached up to rub at the throbbing
knot forming right between his eyes.

�Oh
so you want to play that way, huh?!� He gasped with an evil sneer. �Well, let�s
see if you want to keep up this defiant act when I�m through with you.�

But
his newest acquisition wasn�t paying him any attention, had in fact dismissed
him quite thoroughly, preferring to glare at seemingly nothing over in the
corner of the room, muttering furious, unintelligible comments behind the gag.

The
man glanced over to the deserted corner of the room once before he made his way
over to his collection of negative reinforcement devices, selecting a long bull
whip. He cracked it once at the ground, catching the bound youth�s attention
rather quickly.

A
wary, knowing look replaced the regal sneer that had been prevalent in those
eyes not moments before, and the man found that he liked that slight fear that
was hidden quickly behind the haughty glare. The muffled comments became a
little louder, a touch more frantic.

It
was time to teach this lovely little jewel who was boss here. He drew back to
strike�

�I
don�t think so.�

The
comment came from out of nowhere, startling him into retreating a step or two
before regaining his balance.

�Who�s
there?!� The man glanced around the room, seeing no one other than himself and
his bound captive.

Malicious
laughter echoed back at him from the four corners of the room. It sounded as if
he were surrounded, but there was no one else inside the room! He glanced left,
then right, but still the laughter came. Unsure, he took a step backwards, only
to notice that the light was being drained out of the room, leaving it in a
gloomy darkness. Was he going crazy?!

Suddenly
the whip was pulled from his slackened grip. He looked up, wide eyed, as a
vicious crack rent the air, before pieces of the appliance were dropped to the
ground beside his feet. He shuddered as he came face to face with the
ferocious, glowing scarlet eyes of his no longer bound captive. He shivered at
the demonic look in piercing eyes.

�Did
I do something � by any chance without my knowledge�� Atemu�s menacing snarl caught the man off
guard and he tripped over his feet, barely able to remain standing. ��to give
you impression that I would allow you to actually use this on me?�

�Not
that I know of.� Bakura materialized at the side of his friend.

�I
don�t seem to remember you giving consent if that�s what you�re asking...�
Marik materialized on the other side with an evil leer in the man�s direction.

�Than
he would have done so without my permission.� Atemu glanced around at his
friends for confirmation.

�That�s
what I�m thinking.� Marik replied.

The
man turned his head in order to catch a glimpse of the two figures that the
teen was talking to, but the petite, barely clothed teen in the center of the
trio kept his attention off of the two speaking, as he grabbed a hold of the
front of his shirt with a crushing grip, abruptly cutting off his air supply. A
choked whimper passed his lips as he fought for breath, his hands closing
around the slender, bronze digits that were depriving him of oxygen, suddenly
in fear for his life.

�Do
not presume to touch me again without my consent you piece of filth!� The
former ruler snarled ferociously as he shook the man like a limp rag doll.� �Neither me nor anyone else!�

A
low whimper erupted from the man�s throat and he fought harder to gain access
to the much needed oxygen. This, in turn caused Atemu to squeeze a little
harder, to shake him a little rougher.

�Sorriest
excuse for a human being I have ever seen! You are finished!� Atemu roared,
when his captive could do nothing other than gasp for air, beating uselessly at
his hands.

Without
warning the man suddenly found himself thrown violently back into the wall,
where his consciousness struggled to remain a thing of the present. It failed
miserably and after a moment he slid to the floor in a boneless heap, twitching
once before falling still.

�Atemu!
Don�t kill him yet!!� Bakura exclaimed. �He�s needed for the rest of the plan!�

�He
will live. But at least now we�ll not be subjected to that incessant bleating
while we complete the rest of the preparations. He whines like a little bitch
when he is not the one in control.� Atemu replied as he retrieved his scattered
clothing from the corner of the room.

The
royal teen dressed quickly and silently, giving alternating glares to the two
former spirits as they broke out into fits of laughter. Once he was presentable
he turned his back on the others and attempted to gather the man�s limp body up
into his arms. It was a little hard as the unconscious man outweighed him by
more than a few pounds.

�Let
me help you with that.� Marik offered.

�I
have it under control.� Atemu snorted as he resorted to dragging the lanky man
over to the poles he had been bound to earlier. �Moreover, I have had just
about enough help out of you. When in
the hell did we decide that I was to
be used as bait?!�

�The
minute that perverted fuck couldn�t take his eyes off your picture.� The white
haired thief snickered loudly in the silence. �Pretty boy.�

�Excellent.
Thank you. I�ve always wondered what it felt like to be whacked on the back of
the head with a blunt instrument!� Atemu retorted sarcastically. �And to wake
up to that thing touching me�I could
have done without that as well! Thank you very much.�

�Are
you done whining yet? You know you liked it.� Bakura grinned maniacally.

�What?!�
Atemu rounded on his friend, dropping the man�s body in shock. �What in the
flying fuck would give you the notion that I want something like that touching
me?!�

�Admit
it. If Yugi were the one wielding the whip you would have been harder than a
rock.� Bakura shot back with a superior smirk. �I saw the look in your eyes.�

Atemu
abruptly turned his back on the white haired thief. �This conversation is finished�Marik,
would you be so kind as to round up the rest of the rubbish?�

�At
your service Your Highness.� Marik
replied with a smirk and a mocking half bow, before turning on his heel to walk
out the door.

At
the vicious grin in the white haired teen�s eyes Atemu cut him off at the pass.
�I have nothing further to say on the subject so stuff it.�

Bakura
shrugged, the shit eating grin never leaving his face as he worked silently and
effectively with Atemu to secure their prey. Between the two of them they
finally managed to bind the man in the same position that royal teen had awoke
in, splayed between the two poles, naked, helpless, and completely at the mercy
of the three former spirits. The man who had seemed almost intimidating earlier
was anything but as his homely body was revealed to the room, and found
wanting.

�Wow,
man, talk about penis wrinkle!� Bakura snickered. �Look Pharaoh, it�s a
penis�only smaller!�

�And
that is entirely too much information!� Atemu rolled his eyes. �Feel free not
to share with me every minor detail that catches your attention. I honestly do not care to know.�

�Rubbish
rounded!� Marik called out happily as he opened the door to the glass
enclosure. �I found two more cretins out there running around, and I know
there�s a couple more on the loose somewhere who haven�t returned. Isn�t there
a law against letting your pets off their leashes?�

�There�s
supposed to be.� Atemu replied as he finished securing his prisoner to the
posts. �We fixed our problem. Your turn.�

�Well,well,well�what do we have here?� Bakura questioned as
he glanced over at the two newcomers.

�Cretin
number one was obediently finishing the task I gave him earlier. And cretin
two�ah, I don�t think she speaks any English at all. When I found her she was
shoving trays of food under some of the doors. I think she�s just here to keep
those poor kids fed. I went through her memories; she�s been here since she was
but a child� Marik shrugged.

�Wonderful��
Atemu shook his head, marveling at the depths to which some people would sink.

�What
do we do with her?� Marik asked. �I don�t know how involved she is in what goes
on here.�

�Let
her continue. We have an entire twenty four hours to figure out the role she
plays. And whoever is behind those doors needs nourishment.� Atemu waved the
small Hispanic woman away. �I doubt she even knows a life other than here.�

Marik
whispered a word or two in the woman�s ear before shooing her away. The small
lady walked out the door unfazed, to continue with her duties, her eyes vacant
and glassy.

�So
what do we do with Cretin number one?� Bakura asked with a smirk as he eyed the
zombie-like secretary.

�You
want him? You can deal with him as you see fit.� Atemu replied. �Marik�Mr. High
and Mighty belongs to you for the moment. I�m going to return to the house to
retrieve Yugi and see if we can set this to rights. When the other two return,
give them the red carpet treatment as well.�

��They got to come back sometime. And when they
do, the shadows will let us know.� Bakura smirked malevolently.

Marik
chuckled with an evil leer towards the unconscious man. �We got it�now go do
what you need to before you end up missing out on all the fun!�

�Oh�I
forgot�� Atemu snatched up the knife that he had used to cut the man�s clothing
away from his body and made his way back over to the unconscious man.

With
a maniacal smirk the former Pharaoh reached up between the man�s legs and
grabbed a firm hold of his sac. A loud, wet ripping sound filled the room,
followed closely by an unearthly howl before dropping off to pathetic
sniveling. Bakura and Marik glanced at each other with wide eyes, completely
horrified at their friend�s actions, as the man�s cries continued to echo
around the room.

But
the sound of pitiful sobbing wasn�t enough to keep Atemu from completing his
mission. The furious teen reached over and pinched the man�s cheeks together
until his mouth was open wide, then stuffed the entire bloody mess inside the
open orifice, smacking his mouth shut afterwards.

�Now
I�m finished. He�s all yours.� Atemu grinned, knowing that the noise would
drive the other two insane in no time at all. A little payback for the scene
earlier.

�Atemu
you are an asshole!� Marik shouted after him as he made towards the door.

The
former Pharaoh nodded as he turned and practically ran out the door, leaving it
to swing shut on its own as he disappeared around the corner, his mind already
on other things.

He
didn�t want Yugi to be in this house any longer than necessary. It was bad
enough that his little one had to come back here at all. But a promise was a
promise � and he had agreed to let the little one help when they freed the rest
of the kids who had been unlucky enough to catch the attention of one of these
freaks.

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