STY: Look, another one!! This ish actually mine, unlike meh other one... ANYWAY, I dragged Yami here with me to do teh disclaimer!
Yami: -chained to a wall- STY does obviously not own YGO, otherwise it would not be allowed on children's T.V
STY: Good boy! *pets and feeds sugar lumps* Oh, and this is for Violet223, hope she likes it... Oh and this is the new version of this chapter,
Beta'd by T-R-Us, Now on with the story...


Warnings: Mentions of Rape/Non-con, Abuse and Yaoi

Live To Tell

Ryou's POV

I have a tale to tell, sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well.

His tan arms surround me in a more possessive than caring grip.
Although I know he doesn't love me. If he did, he wouldn't have viciously raped me moments earlier.

I was not ready for the fall, too blind to see the writing on the wall.

It had been lovely at first, when he'd showered me with gifts and flowers. I thought we'd be able to settle down together, apparently so did he. So I moved in with him after a few months. He acted as if totally reformed,
saying he was sorry for everything, acting like he owed us the world. He'd let me do whatever I wanted, letting me see my yami whenever I wanted.

A man can tell a thousand lies, I've learned my lesson well. Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned, 'till then it will burn inside of me.

It started with simple things. He'd yell at me for the almost everything, and make up stupid excuses for why I shouldn't leave the house. Small things I should have noticed.

I know where beauty lives, I've seen it once. I know the warmth she gives.

He still acted the same around the others, like nothing was happening. I'd go along with it, making up excuses for every cut or bruise.

It was harder to fool Bakura, but since I had gotten so good at pretending,
he never guessed anyway. I would just smile and laugh normally around them,
like everything was how it used to be.

The light that you could never see, it shines inside, you can't take that from me.

Soon, I was hardly ever allowed to see my friends, and I was never allowed to see Bakura. The only time I was allowed out the house was to go to the shops, and even then I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, except for the shop assistants, of course. I've lost count of the number of times I've had to call an ambulance and blamed it on being a klutzā”˜ I used to dream someone would come and save me, but they never would. No one else knew.

The truth is never far behind, you kept it hidden well. If I live to tell the secret I knew, then will I ever have the chance again?

I tried to run away when he was out, once. I passed out from fatigue and exhaustion - mostly from not sleeping for the last few nights - and was returned home. I'd tried suicide twice. Once, he'd taken me to the hospital. The other time, he walked in before I did any serious damage. He yelled at me and told me if I wanted to die then he'd have pleasure arranging it.

If I ran away, I'd never have the strength to go very far.

I'd lain awake most nights, simply staring out the window, wondering if I'd ever escape this hell, if anyone would realize. I should have known this would happen, it's his personality.
How long would it be before he decided to kill me?

How would they hear the beating of my heart? Will it grow cold, the secret that I hide? Will I grow old? How will they hear? When will they learn? How will they know?

He'd often come in drunk, resulting in two things. He'd either shout and beat me half to death, then violently rape me, humiliating me as much as possible, or he'd tell me how much he loved me, for once acting as if I were glass and would break if handled too roughly, and we'd softly make love.

A man can tell a thousand lies.
I've learned my lesson well, hope I live to tell the secret I have learned, '
till then it will burn inside of me.

I don't know how I could, after everything he has done, but I still love him. I guess I'm just hopeless...

The truth is never far behind, you kept it hidden well. If I live to tell the secret I knew then will I ever have the chance again?


STY: Wow, that was long... well, not really.. but to my standards it was.
Ryou: You like being mean to cute people, don't you?
STY: Yes, I'm very evil to you. -gives him cookies-
Ryou: Well, when STY can be bothered to do another chapter, then you'll have your lemon dosage
STY: Yup.. and when I find a song to fit it.... I'm thinking Evanescence.
Ryou: I'm thinking you're gonna make it a rape.
STY: You're thinking right.
Ryou: -sigh- Review, please people.
STY: Baii!!! Oh, and btw, flames will be used to burn monasteries. Bwhahahahahaha! *cough cough*