Is This Real? Priest Seto X Reader X Seto Kaiba

Interference (RE-VAMPED)

Okay, I can't listen to this anymore. The cracking of a whip followed by an agonizing scream became a repetitive noise like dripping water from a faucet. I can't do it. I gotta get out of here and also help Priest Seto in the process. It's already been an hour and the whippings haven't stopped. Leaning against the wall just to hear if he's still breathing frightens me, but I have to know if he's going to be alive by the end of this torture.

Hoping someone could hear me and have the heart to set me free, I called out, "Hello? Please, someone stop the whipping." I can barely stand it, my heart is aching for the Priest.

The door swings open and I falter backwards, "Careful now, wouldn't want you to fall." Pharaoh Atem makes his entrance. "The guards have been telling me that you have a request?"

"Yes, they wouldn't answer me though."

"That's because I've instructed them not to."

"What, but why?" My face wrinkles in bewilderment, what exactly is going on here? I stand up from my knees and dust myself off.

"Oh, here are your new clothes-"

"You didn't tell me why the guards can't answer to me." I snatch the clothes from Atem's arms and he recoils, noticing my anger lashing out. "And turn around." I bark as I begin to lift the slip over my head.

"Oh- of course." Atem turns his back to me before continuing, "In case you are one of his allies, I need you to be confined to this room for a while. I have to gauge if I can trust you or not." Atem looks tensed from what I can tell as I wrap fine cotton robes around me. They fit snugly around my figure and I can't help but feel relieved at having new clothes.

"What did Priest Seto do that was so bad?" I ask, "Are you decent?" He first asks in which I hum in reply. Atem turns to face me and answers, a slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks, "The Priest wanted to take the power away from me. He betrayed my trust, trying to gather up men to go against me. One ratted him out though."

"But does that really deserve this?" Another crack, scream. "Do you want me to stop it?" Atem asks, grinning in amusement. "Please?" I plead with him, "I just- can't bare to hear him suffer like this."

Atem then begins to pace around me, scanning my every feature. The clay flooring echoing throughout the room at each of his footfalls causes a twinge of fear to boil up inside of me, his presence is intimidating, I'll give him that. The turquoise paint on the hieroglyphs glimmering on the walls reflect the light from the golden crest he wears atop his head. An eye that seems to follow me glistens from it, daring me to make a wrong move.

After circling a few times, the Pharaoh speaks, "What would you be willing to do to make that happen?" the question catches me off guard. "I- don't understand." my eyes widen in disbelief, he's not going to rope into something... bad, is he?

"Become my personal maidservant and I'll consider letting the traitor free. But he will work under me for the rest of his life, do I make myself clear?" It isn't the best offer, but it's all I can afford. "Okay, I'll take it."

"Good, this room seems fitting for you, but I would like you to be closer to my chambers." Atem whistles which prompts the guard who stood at the room's door moments before to march on in.

"The Empress room, make sure she's comfortable there." Atem instructs the guards and they promptly march out to set up the room for me.

"It's the room right next to mine, therefore, you will be easily accessible incase I need you." That sentence makes me feel uncomfortable but I'll take whatever I can get at this point. Atem leaves me to my own devices as a maidservant walks in to guide me to my new room.

Long stone corridors greet me as we both step outside of the room, "Sorry, I never got your name." I say to the strange maidservant. "Oh~ where are my manners? My name is Ma-Kemat, but please, just call me Ma."

"Oh okay. So you're a servant here?" I attempt to break the thick blanket of silence that's beginning to form. We turn down a corner past some other servants who snicker and talk as they saunter away behind us.

"Yes, I am. And you're becoming one too. Pharaoh Atem's personal servant - now that's a major achievement." Ma says to me with a gleam in her sky blue eyes. Wow, she's gorgeous. Cropped raven black hair frames her face nicely, ending just above her shoulders. Ma's piercing looks could most certainly kill and her caramel toned skin almost shimmers in the sunlight. The blueness of her eyes is defined with only a small amount of khol and her lips, although small, crease into a pretty smile as she asks me for my name.

"Oh, it's (Y/n)." I respond, almost getting lost in Ma-Kemat's beauty. "Ah, figured you'd have a foreign name. Along with your foreign looks might I add." Ma retorts, I sense sarcasm. "Um, sorry - I didn't think it would bother you?" I clap back as we round another corner to what seems to be a main hall. Anubis statues line the hall with their mighty spears and piercing gazes, lines upon lines of hieroglyphs paint pictures of Egyptian life and two oak wood doors climb over the white walls like trees themselves.

"No, I'm just thinking that's why our Pharaoh must like you so much. He usually never gives any lost girl a second glance but he does take care of them. I don't know what you think of him," Ma fishes a key out of the pocket of her copper colored dress and turns just to the left of the main oak doors. A smaller door that would be more fit for a bedroom awaits me as Ma shoves the key into the lock, "but he's actually a good person."

"What do you think he wants from me?" I ask as we walk into my new bedroom. A stunning closet greets me with many different dresses and jewels to choose from. A bed adjacent to it could fit around 10 people on it is covered with blood orange blankets and white, crisp bedsheets. To the right of it there's a nightstand with a candelabra and some reading material. Probably something I could never understand. Silky blue curtains cover the balcony that is no stranger to sunlight outside.

"I don't want to be the one to tell you this... But Pharaoh never takes women's maidenheads. You might be the first. As long as he shows you evidence that Priest Seto isn't being hurt, he doesn't have anything to lose - but you do. You have something to lose." Ma says all of this whilst opening up the curtains and organizing the mounds of pillows on my new bed. A table sitting just below the large footrest beckons me to sit at one of its chairs.

"What is the Priest to you?" Ma-Kemat asks me, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, "He found me in the desert and took care of me while I was healing from my injuries. He's not the nicest person ever but at least he helped me, you know?"

Ma simply nods, fixing the hoop earrings she dons, "Well, I must be off. You should rest before your first chores of the day begin." I simply nod as she exits, shutting the door behind her.

This dream feels too real. I just want to get out of here. Is that even possible now?