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Disclaimer - Don't own them, and unless I suddenly become a multi-millionaire, I never will.
Author's Notes - Sorry for taking so long in updating. It's been one hell of a lousy week . . . between my kids being sick, then me and my husband
coming down with it, then my car dying . . . well, let's just say life has been one busy kind of hell lately. But, here's the next chapter for your enjoyment.

Chapter 20 - Hopeless

Bakura moaned, the sounds of beeps and dripping fluids registering slowly to his hazy mind. His body ached everywhere . . . and for a moment, he could
not remember why.
It came back in a flood, causing him to sit up abruptly, only to hiss in pain and collapse back against the pillows as fire shot up his spine. He glanced
around wildly, taking in the hospital room in one glance. Had they somehow been rescued?
"He's awake!" He turned to see Ryou at the door to his room. The white haired boy hurried over to the bed, gripping his hand tightly as innocent brown
eyes studied his face. "Bakura?"
"Hello Ryou," he whispered, his voice hoarse as his throat clogged with pain. "Where . . ."
"You're in the hospital . . . you've been here for three days now. The doctors found you dumped outside the emergency room entrance, unconscious."
"Marik?"
"He was with you . . . he's still in a coma. The doctor's . . . the doctor's say he was raped and beaten pretty badly. What happened to you?" Bakura
shook his head, unwilling to speak of it just yet.
"Where's Yami?" Ryou sat back, his eyes anxious.
"We were hoping you could tell us. It's been a week since he disappeared . . . the only thing we've had from him is a letter to his lawyer, turning
everything over to you, Marik, and Yugi, and a letter of resignation to Kaiba. We haven't seen him." Bakura closed his eyes in pain, knowing instinctively
what had occurred. "The police are going to want to talk to you," Ryou continued solemnly.
"No police. How is Yugi taking his cousin's disappearance?" Bakura asked quietly. Ryou sighed.
"Not well . . . the doctor's have had to sedate him several times. Bakura . . . what happened?"
"Malik happened, little one," he murmured, his eyes closing in remembered pain. "He . . . grabbed me out of the parking lot of Gravitation and used me as
bait to lure Yami and Marik into a trap. Marik and I . . . have been at his mercy for god only knows how long . . . while Yami was forced to watch from an
isolation chamber up above. I . . . I think Yami might have agreed to submit to him if he let us go."
"Oh no!" Ryou whispered, his voice choking. "Oh my god . . . no, it's not possible."
"It's the only explanation I can think of, Ryou," Bakura said softly. "I . . . oh gods, Yami." He broke suddenly, turning his head away to hide his tears as
he thought of what Yami had given to make sure that he and Marik were safe. He hissed softly as soft, warm arms suddenly enveloped him from the side,
Ryou hugging him gently. Unable to cope with the show of affection in his battered state, he turned into the embrace, burying his head in the smaller boy's
shoulder as he sobbed.

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Yami choked as the collar around his neck was suddenly yanked, bringing him to his knees in front of a naked and aroused Malik.
"Suck!" the blonde commanded. Closing his eyes, Yami complied, doing as he knew Malik liked with as little thought as possible. If he thought about it
too much, he would vomit . . . which would only earn him more bruises to add to his growing collection. He gagged as Malik came in his mouth, but
swallowed it all, knowing that to lose any of it would cost him several days worth of pain. "Good . . . you learn well, Yami," Malik growled, dragging him
up by his hair to lay a brutal kiss on his mouth. Yami went boneless, allowing the blonde to do as he wished as he turned his mind to other things,
blocking out the humiliation and a. He. He was too numb to really care anymore . . . even his powers had stopped responding as his mind slowly began to
disappear beneath his forced slavery.
"You have him trained exceptionally well, k," k," Pegasus murmured from his place on the sofa a few feet away, being ridden by one of his favorite toys.
"He hasn't uttered a single word to anything you've done to him." Malik grinned, pushing Yami away to his feet, keeping the chain short so that the tri-haired man couldn't move away as he was wont to do when given a long enough leash.
"It helps to have leverage," Malik murmured, stroking the multi-colored hair possessively as Yami kneeled silently at his feet. "Should he do anything to
displease me, I could simply re-acquire Marik . . . or perhaps that look-alike cousin of his." Yami's eyes narrowed, but otherwise he ignored the empty
threat. Malik wouldn't dare to lay hands on either of them . . . or anyone else Yami cared about, for that matter. If he did, their deal was broken . . . at
which point, Yami would happily tear him limb from bloody, hateful limb.
He wondered how they were . . . his lover's had been in terrible condition when he'd finally struck his deal with Malik, and he knew Yugi and the others
were probably worried sick about him. It couldn't be helped though . . . in order to protect them, he had to do this. He only hoped that, when he finally
died of a broken heart and mind, that he would be given the chance to see them one last time.
A hand groped him through his leather pants, and he forced himself to sit still as one of Malik's buddies pawed at his groin. That was part of Malik's
standing order . . . anyone was allowed to touch him, to grope him all they liked, and he had to sit there and take it. It was disgusting and humiliating . . . as
was some of the things Malik forced him to do to other's slaves while he watched, but he did it all with an empty heart and mind, going through the
motions of passion even though the fire's inside him had died. They had died with his last glimpse of Marik and Bakura.
"Malik, he's such a beautiful catch . . . are you sure you won't share him, just once?" the woman simpered, her hand fluttering against his groin annoyingly
as she looked up at Malik.
"No, Sylvania . . . I don't share my toys with other masters out of hand, you know that." She sighed, whimpering at his rejection, but moved away. Yami
suppressed the urge to shiver as Malik moved behind him, climbing gracefully to his feet and pulling his pants back on before tugging sharply on the leash
in his hand, bringing Yami to his feet. "Time to rejoin the patrons, my pet," he murmured into Yami's ear, licking a warm trail up the slender column of the
shorter man. "Time to show you off some more." Yami followed him sedately into the crowd, keeping as much distance as the leash allowed between him
and his psychotic 'master'. He wasn't sure how long he had been dealing with this . . . the weeks blurred together in one great amalgamation of disgust
and heartache for him. He only hoped that he would die soon . . . before he was forced to do it himself.

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Bakura shuddered as he spied Malik moving through the crowd, Yami linked to him by a studded leather collar and chain. He tugged at his hair anxiously,
hoping that the dyed color would hide him as he peered over darkened sun-glasses. He felt Marik wretch nearby, and lay a comforting hand on his friend's
shoulder.
"At least we know he's alive," he whispered softly, his eyes never leaving his bound love. Marik sighed.
"Maybe in body . . . but look at his eyes, Bakura. He's not there anymore. Our Yami is gone . . . and who knows if we can ever get him back."
Bakura sighed, forced to agree with Marik's assessment. Yami was broken . . . or as close to it as he could get without being dead entirely. You could see
it in his eyes . . . those crimson orbs were lifeless and dull, the fire that had once burned inside them gone. Turning, he shot a glance at Duke, who was
standing in the opposite corner of the room. The ebony haired man nodded, moving out into Malik's path. He dodged the blonde deftly . . . but made sure
that he brushed shoulders with Yami, pushing a note into the man's hand before disappearing back into the crowd.
Yami started as he felt something pressed into his hand, glancing around wildly to look for the person, but he saw no one who was familiar to him. He
gripped the note tightly, slowly slipping it into the pocket of his leather pants, hopefully to read later on. He wondered who it was from . . . but he didn't
dare try to read it now. His eyes roamed over the crowd slowly, taking an interest in his surroundings for the first time in what seemed like forever. He
stumbled when he met a pair of familiar chocolate eyes attempting to hide behind dark sunglasses . . . and then nearly froze when he met warm lavender.
His cheeks flushed with shame and he ducked his head, refusing to meet their gaze again. Why were they here? He didn't want them to see him like this . .
. he wanted them safe and happy somewhere far away, remembering him as he had been with them, not as this broken shell that they saw now.
A harsh yank on his chain caused him to stagger forward, bringing him abruptly back to reality.
"You are not supposed to be looking at anyone," Malik hissed into his ear, a fist yanking at his hair so that he had to meet those angry violet eyes head on.
"This will call for punishment when we get home." Yami bowed his head quietly . . . anything to get out of here and away from those that he loved. He
gasped as his chin was gripped roughly, fingertips pressing into tender skin along his jaw as Malik forced his head back up. "You will obey me, Yami.
You are mine now . . . remember that!" the blonde hissed, and then lashed out and slapped him. Yami allowed his head to roll with the blow, simply
returning to his submissive position as he followed Malik through the crowd. He didn't care anymore . . . as long as Marik and Bakura and his other
friends and family were safe, Malik could do whatever he willed.
Bakura winced at the slap, forcing his eyes away as he watched the blonde stalk away with Yami in tow.
"I'm going to rip that arm off and feed it to him . . ." he growled before pulling Marik into a hug. "It's okay Marik," he whispered to the shivering blonde.
"He wouldn't even meet our eyes, Bakura," Marik moaned, burying his head in his lover's chest. "It was as if he didn't even see us."
"No, Marik . . .he saw us all right. He just didn't want us to see him like this," Bakura replied, running a gentle hand through the purple dyed hair of his
friend. "Gods, what he must be going through . . ." he murmured. He knew Marik hadn't seen the bruises that spotted Yami's once unmarked skin . . . or
the cuts and bite marks that were half-healed. But he had seen them . . . and they made his anger and determination burn all the hotter. He was going to get
Yami back . . . even if it killed him.

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Yami lay on Malik's bed, bleeding and battered from his latest 'lesson' as he listened to the blonde turn on the bath water in the other room. Forcing
himself to move, he crawled over to the edge of the bed, digging in the pocket of the discarded pants for the letter he had gotten earlier. He opened it
carefully, keeping it from crackling as he smoothed the paper against the bed.

Yami,
Hold on . . . and don't do anything more stupid than you already have by giving yourself to him for our freedom. Life isn't worth living . . . without
you beside us. We love you . . . never forget that. Somehow, we will see you again.
Bakura, Marik, and your family

He sobbed quietly, clutching the paper gently to his chest as the words echoed in his mind, crimson eyes closing at the pain that lanced through his heart
at those simple words. Standing, he stumbled to the fireplace, throwing the letter into the blaze there and watching it through tear hazed eyes as it turned to
ash. He whirled as he heard Malik enter the room behind him.
"Did I give you permission to get up from the bed?" the blonde snarled, snagging a handful of hair and dragging him back to the piece of furniture
roughly. "It seems one lesson wasn't enough!" And even as Yami felt bones breaking undernethe the beating, he smiled inside. Bakura and Marik still
loved him . . . which made this all the more worthwhile if it ensured their safety.

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The beating ended up landing him in the hospital several towns away, sevestrestressed ribs and a fractured arm that required being set and placed into a
cast. He was slightly relieved . . . the damage would keep him from being at Malik's beck and call for the next couple of months. He refused to answer the
doctor's questions about how he had come about the wounds . . . actually, he refused to say anything. He allowed his 'master' to do all the explaining,
which Malik did with the typical 'he fell down the stairs' routine. Of course, that didn't explain the bite marks or half healed cuts, but the doctor had to
accept it.
Malik was in a foul mood when they finally got back to the apartment, taking out his frustrations at having his favorite play toy out of action on one of the
other slaves. Yami winced as he heard the girl whimpering in pain, but could not move to stop it. Malik had locked him into his room . . . a windowless
little cell that had a naked bul it' it's only adornment outside of the pallet. He hadn't actually seen this room in a while now . . . most of his nights had
been spent at Malik's side, chained to his bed. He found he actually welcomed the dismal little cell . . . anything was better than having to submit to
everything the demented blonde wanted to do to him.
He sighed, laying down on the pile of blankets Malik had provided for a bed absently as he played the words of the letter over and over again in his head
silently. He let the words warm him, let them soak through the fragile shell of numbness that he had built now that he was alone and likely to be left that
way for some time. He let the tears flow down his face, closing his eyes as he remembered his time with his lover's fondly . . . his last kiss, their last
embrace, the feel of Marik around him, the taste of Bakura's essence. At last, he drifted into firsfirst peaceful slumber he had seen in a long time, letting
his dreams remind him of happier times.
The days passed within the room slowly, his memories and dreams the only thing that kept him sane as he heard Malik go on with his version of life. The
moans and screams as Malik played with his other slaves kept him awake most nights . . . but during the day, he slept, his dreams reminding him that this
hadn't always been his existence. The skin and bone under his cast itched horribly as he healed, but he was used to ignoring his body's feelings at this
point, so it didn't disturb him. His ribs healed as well, allowing him to breathe easier with each passing day.
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