[I think there was little problems with the result in the last part so
I'll upload the rest here and then continue with the story.]
He take you too a big room and push you on the bed.
"This is my room. You'll stay with me, so that I'll keep an eye on you." he say.
"You shall pay for this." you scream. "You don't know who I am."
"You are _____. Once were princes but run away since you didn't wanted to marry
the pharaoh. The girl there is Neffit. She was your closes friend in the palace
and he helped you to run away. After running you pick the job of thief. Neffit
tell you what to steal and you steal it. I know more, but I think there's no
need to tell you something you already know."
"You think you know me? You are wrong!"
"I may not know everything but enough to keep you here." he come near you and
kiss you hard. You straggle but he is to strong. His thong enter your mouth with
no permission. When he stop his face was still cold. "Get dressed. There you'll
find some clothes." he point at a trunk. He go to the door and before he exit
the room he turn and say: "You are a dangerous woman." and he leave the room.
You go and open it. There you fain lots of clothes. You look a little and
suddenly you feel something soft. You take it out and see it silk.
"Silk." you say to yourself. "Where did he get it. Only the pharaoh can afford
this. You take out something [not silk] and put it on. You look
great. It's something comfortable, and put a cloth. You go out of the room and
look around. 'How stupid. To not lock the door.' you take another look.'
It don't match. If he know me that well, why didn't he look the door'.
"Just as I though." a male voice come from behind you. You turn and see Marik.
"You didn't put the silk."
"That is a expensive material, but not comfortable to wear." you say.
"I'm starting to like you more."
"To bad. I don't."
"Have I ask you?"
"Hm." was just what you say. 'Maybe he is not that bad.'
"I want to see Neffit."
"She is a little busy with my friend."
"If you hurt her I'll..."
"There is more important things to worry about now." he push you to the wall.
"And now?" you ask.
"Aren't you a little scared of what I may do?" he ask.
"Maybe I am or maybe not."
He was looking at you, thinking or what you just said or what to answer. He than
smile and went back.
"That's what I like in you."
He didn't look the though guy from before.
"Come." he say and made you sign to follow him.
You do as he say. He take you to the kitchen where was Bakura, Tya and Neffit.
Neffit was cooking, Tya was looking what she do, so that she will learn
something new, and Bakura was keeping an eye on her.
"Neffit?" you say when you see her cooking. She suddenly turn. "What are you
doing?"
"Oh, I'm cooking." she smile.
"The girl is showing me a new way to cook a meat." Tya say. She was a nice old
lady.
"Don't worry, _____. I'm doing for Tya. She ask me, and I just couldn't say no."
she smile.
"You are scaring me." you turn to Marik.
"Why?"
"You made her do something for you?! How did you done it?"
He pointed Tya and went to sit next Bakura. You sit at the table, too.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Bakura ask.
"We must go. You know we can't go some other time." Marik say.
"But leave them..."
"Trust me."
"You are the boss. I just do the job." Bakura say and race his hands.
You were looking at Tya and Neffit but you are actually listening. You aren't
one of the people that like to be commanded. You like you to be in
command.
"______." Marik turn to you.
"Yeah?" you say not looking at him.
"You will stay here and not go anywhere till we are gone, right?" he ask
innocent.
"What make you think that?" you say still not looking at him.
"I knew you will say that."
"So, why don't you have an answer to it?"
"Actually I do. Bakura..."
"This village have only 10 houses and only in 5 live people. In the whole
village there are only two horses and we will take them when we leave. There
aren't people passing by, only the one that sell slaves. There nearest town is
one 6 days on horse, and the nearest village is only 1. That is the village we
took you from. That village is only for salesmen. The nearest village, with
people living there, is on 3 days on horse." Bakura say with out taking his eyes
of Neffit. Like he knew it by heart.
"I wonder how far you two will get?!" Marik give a smirk.
"I think I got your point, but still don't know why you paid 1000 gold for me."
"We will get and till there, my princes."
"And when will be that?"
"Soon. Very soon." he stand up, go in front of you and kiss you hard.
"Let's go!" he say to Bakura when he stop.
"I see my boy like you." Tya say when the two men left the room. "And who can
blame him, you are a beautiful woman."
"Thank you, but somehow he is not my type."
"No one is her type, madam." Neffit say.
"Neffit! What happened to you?"
"She is a nice woman. I don't talk that way to that tall, blond-haired,
empty-head, Bakura."
"My Bakura? Oh, he is a good boy. Marik, too. You can say that they are really
brothers."
"Aren't they brothers?"
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[This part is more like to get more the characters.]
"No, my dear." she laugh. "Sit." she say to Neffit. "I'll make something to
drink."
She take a ewer and fill tree caps with something like vain. She give one to
you, one to Neffit and one she leave for herself.
"What is this?" Neffit ask looking at it.
"It's a grape juice. I made it myself." Tya smile.
"It look like vain." you say pushing back the cap.
"It does but it's not. I don't like that stuff." Tya say.
"I'm still not drinking it." you say.
"If you want something else?"
"No."
"It's good." Neffit say. "I like it."
"Thank you, my dear." she smile. "Marik and Bakura... please don't tell them
about this conversation... Marik is my real son. I found Bakura when he was 5.
Marik was 5, too. At first they didn't like much but after that they became best
friends."
"How can you afford silk?" you ask.
"Oh, for this I can't talk. What about you girls?"
"Oh, for this we can't talk." you say cold.
"Oh, stop it, ____. Once in your life you meat a nice person and you act like
a..."
"Yes? Like what, Neffit?"
"Forge it. I don't want to fight with you!" she say and stand up.
"That mean the conversation is over. If you don't mind I'll have little sleep
till this idiot come back."
You leave and go back to Marik's room. Or more pretend. You don't go to the
room. You stay near the room, behind the door, listening what they are talking.
"I'm sorry, madam." Neffit say. "She had a hard life."
"I understand girl. If you don't want to talk about it, don't." Tya say. "But I
really want to know."
"I don't think it'll hurt if I tell you. Once she was a princess, and I was her
maid. We were living a great life till that day..."
"What happen?" Tya jump.
"The King, her father, came and said that she must merry the pharaoh."
"The old pharaoh?"
"No. The young. It was on her 16th birthday."
"Now old was the pharaoh?"
"18. But the age wasn't the problem. She didn't liked him. I don't think he
liked her also. She acted like a spoil brat. And at the same night we two run
away."
"And they caught you, and sold you as slaves?"
"Yes, madam. So many years. We changed so many masters." Neffit lied.
"Pure girls. Don't worry, Marik and Bakura may seem bad, but they are very kind
boys."
'What else will a mother say for her children.' you thought and decided
to go get some rest.
The time is such a mystery. You close your eyes for a moment and it pass by so
fast, that make you go to sleep and forget about it. But this fantasy can be
destroyed from a single noise... or a voice of a 'unpleasant' male.
"Princess, wake up." a warm whisper enter your ear.
You open your eyes and see Marik.
"What do you want know?" you ask sleepy and close your eyes again.
He don't answer, he just touched your face with his manly hand and kiss your
lips. You open your eyes and the sleep run away from you. No, it wasn't from the
kiss. It was from his warm naked body, that was under the covers.
"What are you doing!" you jump and tried to get out of the bed as fast as you
can, but he pin you down.
He started to kiss you very slow and gentle, and with the one hand he started to
take of your cloths.
