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A howl of fury rose in Bakura's throat. His mouth opened to hurl every swear word in his vocabulary at Ryuku but he was cut off.Â

"Ah, ah, ah," Ryuku tutted. "Remember, you can't speak. If you do, well, you know what happens."Â

Bakura's harsh words died on his lips only to be replaced as a flash of silver sent another arc of blood glistening through the air. He bite down on his lip, hard, against the fury and agony that filled him as he watched Ryou wither in pain. Thoughts of malice and torture filled his mind as he glared at Ryuku.Â

After what felt like an eternity Ryou's shrieks were replaced by sobs. Bakura's heart wrenched sickenly as he closed his eyes, unable to face Ryou's pain.Â

"That was fun," Ryuku remarked cheerfully as he took his seat. He ran the crimson blade across his dark pants, revealing the knife's true hue's of silver.

"Are you ready to continue?" Ryuku asked.Â

Bakura's replied was a tense nod. Ryuku smiled and tossed the dice to Bakura. With an expert flick of the wrist he tossed the dice. One dice showed a three while the other seemed to taunt him as it spun in sickening circles. It teetered towards a relatively low number. Just as a sigh of relief was about to escape him the dice fell in the opposite direction, revealing a six. A moan of agony longed to escape his lips but his vow of silence haunted his voice.Â

"Oh yeah," Ryuku stood again," Nine burns." he strode over to one of the torches. A metal rod with a sharpened end rested against the wall. Ryuku seized the rod and stuck the pointed end into the flame.Â

Bakura's nails dug into the flesh of his palms. His sharp eyes narrowed into slits as Ryuku pulled the rod from the flames. The tip was a glow with the same fiery vengence that shone in Ryuku's eyes. Ryou watched in fear as the glowing tip came closer. His eyes flickered towarsd Bakura for comfort but his yami refused to look at him. The fiery tip was before him. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, hoping to block out the pain.Â

Suddenly, the black world he resided in gave away to white agony. Fresh tears pricked at his eyes but his screams allowed them no chance to fall. The white diminished to a red haze. He could see Bakura's clenched hands and steely eyes, fixed on him, jaw tense. Something, maybe the ghost of a smile or a muscle spazzem, whispered over his lips before his world exploded in agony again.Â

Seven more times his world was reduced to fiery pain. Finally, after years of torture, it ended. Hot tears clouded his sight.Â

Bakura bite his lip sharply, drawing blood, as bile rose in his throat. Ryou's pitiful cries echoed in his ears.Â

"Let us continue," Ryuku smirked. As much as Bakura hated to admit it that smirk did look great on him.Â

Bakura grasped the two cubical objects. he rolled a a three and an one. Four punishments. What were they this time?

"Ah, whipping," Ryuku pouted. "Only four lashes though." Bakura growled silently.Â

Ryuku stood and walked over to a wall Bakura had not noticed before. The wall was lined with an assortment of lethal weapons. Ryuku strode up the wall, stroking a loving finger over the weapons. He paused a brief moment before selecting a coil of rope. He quickly unlooped the coils before turning to face Ryou.Â

Bakura felt sick as Ryuku took his sweet time making his way to Ryou. The rope in his hands kept flicking this way and that, cracking the air.Â

Ryuku paused as he studied his canvas, Ryou. Ryou barely lifted his eyes as his tormentor closed in. The fight had left him, leaving him broken.

Malik, who had fallen unconcious, was awoken by Ryou's screams. The whip cracked, drawing blood and another scream. Malik buried his head in Marik's chest, unable to face Ryou's screams.Â

Bakura gripped the end of his chair rest, his knuckles turning white. Pain and guilt tormented Bakura as the whip caressed Ryou's body, coaxing streams of blood to decorate the pale canvas.Â

"All done," Ryuku chirped. He placed the whip back and resumed his seat. Bakura gritted his teeth but held his tongue.Â

"Your roll," the dice came to a clatter before Bakura. With stiff, mechanical motions he took the dice and rolled. This time snake eyes appeared. Two.

Â "You're getting good at rolling." Ryuku remarked. "I may have to change that later." he stood and grabbed a chain caught in the loving embrace of barb wire.Â

Bakura's hands contorted into claws, his teeth bared. Ryou screamed as the barbs entangled in his skin. Chunks of flesh and blood were sent through the air every time the length of chain connected.Â

Ryuku laughed quietly to himself as he put the chain away. Ryou was too broken to sobs. Silent tears decorated his face, intermingling teas of blood.Â

How much more, Bakura wondered, just how much...

"Just three more rolls," Ryuku said, as though reading his mind. Bakura nodded stiffly and took the dice in his hands. Two two's appeared.Â

"Oh, this will be perfect," Ryuku purred with pleasure. "Absolutely perfect."

Bakura opened his mouth to asked why but remembered his silent vow just in time. Ryuku hummed as he grabbed his knife. the wicked blade gleamed in the torchlight. Bakura's eyebrows knitted together as he wondered what Ryuku was going to do with it.Â

Ryuku walked over to Ryou. He roughly grabbed Ryou's arm and held it before him. The knife held poised over the smooth skin. Ryuku gently ran the blade over Ryou's ivory skin. He paused and tapped the blade over a vein. After hesitating for a second a smile grew on his face. The blade turned so it was parallel to the skin. With one sharp flick of the wrist the blade unleashed a flood of blood, which pulsed down the arm now that the skin had been removed.Â

Bakura gasped in horror. Ryuku was SKINNING Ryou! Ryou's screams echoed throughout the cavern. Ryuku grabbed the other arm and skinned that one too.Â

Malik, no longer able to turn a blind eye, staggered to his feet. "Sit down," Marik pleaded.Â

"No," Malik wheezed as he stumbled towards the stage. The Shadows swarmed in anticipation as Malik drew closer. His blood trailed behind him as he made his way slowly to the where Ryou was held.Â

"Malik!" Marik begged. "Come back, please?" Malik tossed caution to the wind and continued. Suddenly he was overcome by weakness. He staggered one more step before falling to his knees. A puddle of began to form around him. Marik ran and grabbed his hikari, beating the hungry Shadows. Marik retreated with Malik. Tears streamed down the fallen boys face, even in his sleep. Marik bowed his head and sighed as the last of Ryou's screams faded away.Â

Two more rolls, Bakura thought to himself, only two more.Â

Ryuku walked over with a smirk. He laid the glistening knife on the table. The dark blood staining the wood red.Â

"Roll," Ryuku commanded. Bakura took the dice and threw them with careless abandonment. One of the dice flew from the table. The other landed on one.

"That'll have to work, I guess," Ryuku shrugged. He made his way to Ryou.Â

"LIft your head," he commanded. Ryou struggled to lift his head, making it only part way before he collapsed.Â

"I said lift your head," Ryuku growled. He grabbed Ryou's chin and jerked his head up. Ryou whimpered as his head cracked against the stone wall. Blood splattered against the unyielding stone. Ryuku held the knife high above Ryou's head. Ryou stared in fear at the knife. His own blood dripped from the knife and and into his eyes. Ryuku giggled, an insane glint in his eyes. The knife hung in the air for a moment more before it came down in a long arc. The knife struck true. Blood spurted from Ryou's left eye. A shriek echoed throughout the cavern.Â

Bakura couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and rentched. A pool of vomit soaked his feet but he didn't care. After his stomach had emptied an acid bile rose, scalding his throat, and dribbled onto the ground. An horrible cough constricted his lungs. When he was able to lift his head again he saw that Ryuku had taken his seat opposite of him.Â

"That was entertaining," Ryuku smiled. Bakura raised his eyes to look at Ryou. Tears of blood flowed down Ryou's cheeks. Bakura's stomach heaved but there was nothing left.Â

"Time for the last roll," Ryuku grinned. "This time I am sure you won't be able to stay silent." Bakura grabbed the dice and prepared to roll. "Ah, ah, ah, you only need to use one dice this time." Bakura, a bit perplex, dropped one dice then threw the other. A five.Â

"Time for the grand finale!" Ryuku stood and walked over to Bakura. His fingers trailed the contour of his cheek before he intertwined his fingers into Bakura's hair. Bakura winced as his head was jerked forward, exposing his neck and back.Â

Bakura could feel the feather light caress of the blade stroke his back before tearing away his shirt. His exposed back tingled as the knife whispered up and down his spine. With a small giggle Ryuku place pressure onto the blade, tearing into the soft skin of Bakura's back!Â

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A howl of fury rose in Bakura's throat. His mouth opened to hurl every swear word in his vocabulary at Ryuku but he was cut off.Â

"Ah, ah, ah," Ryuku tutted. "Remember, you can't speak. If you do, well, you know what happens."Â

Bakura's harsh words died on his lips only to be replaced as a flash of silver sent another arc of blood glistening through the air. He bite down on his lip, hard, against the fury and agony that filled him as he watched Ryou wither in pain. Thoughts of malice and torture filled his mind as he glared at Ryuku.Â

After what felt like an eternity Ryou's shrieks were replaced by sobs. Bakura's heart wrenched sickenly as he closed his eyes, unable to face Ryou's pain.Â

"That was fun," Ryuku remarked cheerfully as he took his seat. He ran the crimson blade across his dark pants, revealing the knife's true hue's of silver.

"Are you ready to continue?" Ryuku asked.Â

Bakura's replied was a tense nod. Ryuku smiled and tossed the dice to Bakura. With an expert flick of the wrist he tossed the dice. One dice showed a three while the other seemed to taunt him as it spun in sickening circles. It teetered towards a relatively low number. Just as a sigh of relief was about to escape him the dice fell in the opposite direction, revealing a six. A moan of agony longed to escape his lips but his vow of silence haunted his voice.Â

"Oh yeah," Ryuku stood again," Nine burns." he strode over to one of the torches. A metal rod with a sharpened end rested against the wall. Ryuku seized the rod and stuck the pointed end into the flame.Â

Bakura's nails dug into the flesh of his palms. His sharp eyes narrowed into slits as Ryuku pulled the rod from the flames. The tip was a glow with the same fiery vengence that shone in Ryuku's eyes. Ryou watched in fear as the glowing tip came closer. His eyes flickered towarsd Bakura for comfort but his yami refused to look at him. The fiery tip was before him. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, hoping to block out the pain.Â

Suddenly, the black world he resided in gave away to white agony. Fresh tears pricked at his eyes but his screams allowed them no chance to fall. The white diminished to a red haze. He could see Bakura's clenched hands and steely eyes, fixed on him, jaw tense. Something, maybe the ghost of a smile or a muscle spazzem, whispered over his lips before his world exploded in agony again.Â

Seven more times his world was reduced to fiery pain. Finally, after years of torture, it ended. Hot tears clouded his sight.Â

Bakura bite his lip sharply, drawing blood, as bile rose in his throat. Ryou's pitiful cries echoed in his ears.Â

"Let us continue," Ryuku smirked. As much as Bakura hated to admit it that smirk did look great on him.Â

Bakura grasped the two cubical objects. he rolled a a three and an one. Four punishments. What were they this time?

"Ah, whipping," Ryuku pouted. "Only four lashes though." Bakura growled silently.Â

Ryuku stood and walked over to a wall Bakura had not noticed before. The wall was lined with an assortment of lethal weapons. Ryuku strode up the wall, stroking a loving finger over the weapons. He paused a brief moment before selecting a coil of rope. He quickly unlooped the coils before turning to face Ryou.Â

Bakura felt sick as Ryuku took his sweet time making his way to Ryou. The rope in his hands kept flicking this way and that, cracking the air.Â

Ryuku paused as he studied his canvas, Ryou. Ryou barely lifted his eyes as his tormentor closed in. The fight had left him, leaving him broken.

Malik, who had fallen unconcious, was awoken by Ryou's screams. The whip cracked, drawing blood and another scream. Malik buried his head in Marik's chest, unable to face Ryou's screams.Â

Bakura gripped the end of his chair rest, his knuckles turning white. Pain and guilt tormented Bakura as the whip caressed Ryou's body, coaxing streams of blood to decorate the pale canvas.Â

"All done," Ryuku chirped. He placed the whip back and resumed his seat. Bakura gritted his teeth but held his tongue.Â

"Your roll," the dice came to a clatter before Bakura. With stiff, mechanical motions he took the dice and rolled. This time snake eyes appeared. Two.

Â "You're getting good at rolling." Ryuku remarked. "I may have to change that later." he stood and grabbed a chain caught in the loving embrace of barb wire.Â

Bakura's hands contorted into claws, his teeth bared. Ryou screamed as the barbs entangled in his skin. Chunks of flesh and blood were sent through the air every time the length of chain connected.Â

Ryuku laughed quietly to himself as he put the chain away. Ryou was too broken to sobs. Silent tears decorated his face, intermingling teas of blood.Â

How much more, Bakura wondered, just how much...

"Just three more rolls," Ryuku said, as though reading his mind. Bakura nodded stiffly and took the dice in his hands. Two two's appeared.Â

"Oh, this will be perfect," Ryuku purred with pleasure. "Absolutely perfect."

Bakura opened his mouth to asked why but remembered his silent vow just in time. Ryuku hummed as he grabbed his knife. the wicked blade gleamed in the torchlight. Bakura's eyebrows knitted together as he wondered what Ryuku was going to do with it.Â

Ryuku walked over to Ryou. He roughly grabbed Ryou's arm and held it before him. The knife held poised over the smooth skin. Ryuku gently ran the blade over Ryou's ivory skin. He paused and tapped the blade over a vein. After hesitating for a second a smile grew on his face. The blade turned so it was parallel to the skin. With one sharp flick of the wrist the blade unleashed a flood of blood, which pulsed down the arm now that the skin had been removed.Â

Bakura gasped in horror. Ryuku was SKINNING Ryou! Ryou's screams echoed throughout the cavern. Ryuku grabbed the other arm and skinned that one too.Â

Malik, no longer able to turn a blind eye, staggered to his feet. "Sit down," Marik pleaded.Â

"No," Malik wheezed as he stumbled towards the stage. The Shadows swarmed in anticipation as Malik drew closer. His blood trailed behind him as he made his way slowly to the where Ryou was held.Â

"Malik!" Marik begged. "Come back, please?" Malik tossed caution to the wind and continued. Suddenly he was overcome by weakness. He staggered one more step before falling to his knees. A puddle of began to form around him. Marik ran and grabbed his hikari, beating the hungry Shadows. Marik retreated with Malik. Tears streamed down the fallen boys face, even in his sleep. Marik bowed his head and sighed as the last of Ryou's screams faded away.Â

Two more rolls, Bakura thought to himself, only two more.Â

Ryuku walked over with a smirk. He laid the glistening knife on the table. The dark blood staining the wood red.Â

"Roll," Ryuku commanded. Bakura took the dice and threw them with careless abandonment. One of the dice flew from the table. The other landed on one.

"That'll have to work, I guess," Ryuku shrugged. He made his way to Ryou.Â

"LIft your head," he commanded. Ryou struggled to lift his head, making it only part way before he collapsed.Â

"I said lift your head," Ryuku growled. He grabbed Ryou's chin and jerked his head up. Ryou whimpered as his head cracked against the stone wall. Blood splattered against the unyielding stone. Ryuku held the knife high above Ryou's head. Ryou stared in fear at the knife. His own blood dripped from the knife and and into his eyes. Ryuku giggled, an insane glint in his eyes. The knife hung in the air for a moment more before it came down in a long arc. The knife struck true. Blood spurted from Ryou's left eye. A shriek echoed throughout the cavern.Â

Bakura couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and rentched. A pool of vomit soaked his feet but he didn't care. After his stomach had emptied an acid bile rose, scalding his throat, and dribbled onto the ground. An horrible cough constricted his lungs. When he was able to lift his head again he saw that Ryuku had taken his seat opposite of him.Â

"That was entertaining," Ryuku smiled. Bakura raised his eyes to look at Ryou. Tears of blood flowed down Ryou's cheeks. Bakura's stomach heaved but there was nothing left.Â

"Time for the last roll," Ryuku grinned. "This time I am sure you won't be able to stay silent." Bakura grabbed the dice and prepared to roll. "Ah, ah, ah, you only need to use one dice this time." Bakura, a bit perplex, dropped one dice then threw the other. A five.Â

"Time for the grand finale!" Ryuku stood and walked over to Bakura. His fingers trailed the contour of his cheek before he intertwined his fingers into Bakura's hair. Bakura winced as his head was jerked forward, exposing his neck and back.Â

Bakura could feel the feather light caress of the blade stroke his back before tearing away his shirt. His exposed back tingled as the knife whispered up and down his spine. With a small giggle Ryuku place pressure onto the blade, tearing into the soft skin of Bakura's back!Â