Disclaimer: I do not own Seto Kaiba or any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters. They belong to their creator. Seto is a little OOC but that’s how I like him. I own Belle, however. She is of my own creation.

Warnings: Torture and rape. You have been warned. If you don’t like then don’t read it.

NO FLAMES!!! WIP

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Seto Kaiba hung from limply from his wrists in the cold dungeon cell. He had been captured by the Lord Toguro and his men. He had been caught because they thought he had been trespassing when in reality he was simply lost. He had lost track of time and wasn’t exactly sure how long he’d been hanging like that but guessed it was more than a few days.

‘Damn! My hands are going numb. I can feel warm blood on my arms. When are they going to let me go? I’m tired…Mokuba will be worried about me. So hungry…can’t stay awake…’ Seto, weak from lack of food and water, fell into unconsciousness unaware that help was on the way.

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‘Damn it! I swear morons work for my father. I hope I’m not too late to save Kaiba.’ Belle walked as fast as she could down the corridor towards the dungeon stairs. Many tried to stop her but instead they met with an untimely death. “Don’t get in my way assholes. Hang in there Seto. I’m coming.”

Entering the underground dungeon she scanned for any trace of Seto. Sniffing the air she picked up the smell of his blood and hurried in its’ direction. When she found him she was nearly overcome with tears. He was chained. His wrists were bloody and raw. He was pale and looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Breaking through the cage door she sliced through the chain with her claws and lowered him to the cell floor. Checking his pulse she was relieved to know he was alive.

“Seto, open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes. You’re safe now. It’s me, Belle. Please sweetie, look at me. Let me know you can hear me.” Slowly he began to stir. Blue eyes opened to meet brown ones. Belle smiled and kissed the back of his left hand. “Where…Belle….how did you find me?” His voice was weak and scratchy. Wrapping his arms around her neck, she picked up the boy bridal style and carried him out of the cold, damp dungeon.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I was out of town and when I got back Mokuba told me that you were missing and then my father called and informed me that some of his goons were acting strange and asked if I’d check it out. When I inquired about it he told me that he and his men had caught a young businessman trespassing near the property.” Seto shifted in her arms. “I was lost. I was looking for an address and ended up there by mistake.” Belle re-adjusted him to where he was comfortable again and continued her path away from his prison.
“ I figured it had to be you, not many business men “accidentally” end up there. And I know that you hardly, if ever, make that kind of mistake. When I asked father what his captive looked like he described a tall young man with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a white trench coat. I demanded to know where you had been taken to and he did not know your exact whereabouts but thought you had been taken to the dungeon to be chained. Oh Seto, I got here as fast as I could. I’m so sorry.” He didn’t hear her. He was passed out.

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When he awoke he found himself in his own room, safe in his bed. Both wrists were bandaged and a tray of warm soup was waiting for him on his bedside table. It smelled wonderful. Hearing his stomach protest its hunger, Seto dug in. Miso soup his favorite. After Seto ate his fill he then settled back into the warm bed. His swollen wrists protested every movement he made. Sighing, he closed his eyes and rested against the headboard. It was then that he noticed he was wearing black sweat pants and a light pajama top that was unbuttoned.  He didn’t remember changing out of his work clothes. The last thing he remembered was hearing Belle asking him to open his eyes.  She must have gotten him out of the hell hole somehow. Just as he was thinking about her, she walked in.
“Hi. You’re awake. How do you feel?” There was genuine concern in her voice for him. All during the night she had worried. “I’m fine I guess. What happened? How did      

I get into these clothes?” Belle sat on the edge of the bed near him. Eyes drifted over his swollen arms and up to face. Yawning, she replied, “When I found you, you were covered in your own blood. You were captured by some of my father’s stupid guards. They left you hanging by your wrists for over a week without food or water. I cut through your chains and lowered you gently to the floor. You wouldn’t open your eyes right away but eventually you did. I’ve never been happier to see those beautiful eyes of yours than I was right then.  You were so weak and you needed help fast. I got you out of there and brought you here. I called your doctor and he came and mended your wounds. Up until yesterday you were on an IV fluid drip.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the recent events.

“Did anything else happen to me while I was being held there?” She looked at him, shaking her head slowly. “You don’t remember?” Tears fell down her cheeks. ‘Do I tell him what really happened? Or do I leave it as is?’
“Belle, what happened to me? I want to know. How bad could it be?” She maneuvered herself and him to where she was sitting behind him on the bed. She brought Seto into her arms and held him close, stroking his hair. She choked back sobs and cries as she told him the truth. “You were…raped.” Seto’s eyes widened and his body became tense. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “When those men brought you in they immediately chained you up. They knew that after a few days you would be too tired and weak to fight back. After the 4^th day they came into your cell and took turns raping you…” She had to stop and regain her composure. “I went back later and watched the surveillance tapes from that week. You hung there, too weak to move, too weak to speak. I was furious with those men. How could they do something like that to you in the state that you were in? I didn’t understand.” There was a long pause. Finally, Seto spoke, “how many times?” As soon as he asked that question her dam broke and she sobbed. “Eight.” Belle hugged the boy to her, wishing that she could have been there to protect him. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Seto sat up and looked at her. “I’m okay. I don’t remember any of it and I’m glad. I survived and that’s all that matters. You came and rescued me and I’m grateful for that. That week was pure hell. I lost track of time and I didn’t know if I’d ever get out of there. For that brief moment when I opened my eyes and saw you looking down at me, I was so relieved. I knew you would find me and save me. Thank you, Belle.” Seto hugged her and went back leaning against her. They stayed that way for a long time.

END???

Woman: "What a lovely boy he is. I'll take him."

Dantez: "Stay away. I belong to someone else. Master help!"

Me: "He is mine. I won't let you have him. Not now, not EVER! Leave us."

Woman: "I will keep coming until he is mine. Sooner or later you will hand him over. Everyone has their price."

Me: "I'm warning you. Stay Away."

Dantez: "Please don't let her take me. I don't want to go with her. I'd rather stay with you."

Me: "He belongs to me, Belle Toguro, and under the protection of the Toguro household."

Woman: "...then I'll him from the Lord himself."

Dantez: "He can't sell me. Can he?"

Me: "No. FATHER does NOT have the authority,"