He sets Crush Card Virus

Kaiba had set the Crush Card Virus, as well as Saggi the Dark Clown, in face-down defense position. The card had become a little weaker since he last played- even he had to admit its original potency- but it was still sufficient to destroy Mudora and whatever else Ishizu might be hiding in her hand.

Of course, Ishizu could predict the crush card virus; her deck was prepared to handle it this time. She was **** to destroy Mudora and discard another two Mudoras to the graveyard... that was the last time she could rely on that strategy. However, the peril she felt was worsened by a feeling that her mind was going blank. This time, it didn't feel like she was being hypnotized... it felt like something was eating away at her very personality. Was she also being affected by the Crush Card Virus? "I feel... as though I myself have been infected," she muttered, shivering slightly. It wasn't as though she was cold... rather, the opposite. It felt as though a fever was overtaking her.

On the other side of the voyeur's portal, Heishin snorted with laughter, eagerly leaning forward with both hands on his crossed knees. "Mwuhaha! I've always been impressed by that devious card of yours, Kaiba! Now, let's both watch as Ishizu's very humanity is torn away! In the end, the Pharaoh's bitch will become yours! Isn't this a splendid gift from one sorcerer to another, Seto Kaibaaaa?!" he guffawed, insanely slapping his own knees with pleasure.

Ishizu knew she still had to duel... but her mind wasn't on it. There was something else she needed to be doing. The obvious answer was questioning her own circumstances, but... "Seto Kaiba... I'm ready to surrender to you," she offered, surprising even herself. Even worse, she felt herself drop to her knees, the dress catching beneath her and dirtying its white surface on the dirty arena floor.

"You have to be kidding me! Surrender now?!" he protested, grimacing hard despite his earlier request that she make things fast. "Is this another trick?"

"No... I want to surrender myself," she continued, gulping and feeling sweat roll down her cheek beneath the heavy veil she wore. She cast aside the veil and headdress, feeling they were making her hotter than she could bear. "What can I do to show you I'm serious about surrendering so we can... move on to...?" she questioned, gulping again with a syrupy hotness building in her throat. The next words should have been _"finding the source of this sorcery," _but those weren't the words that came to mind. The words that came to mind were much lewder and she dared not speak them out loud.

"Ha! If you prostrate yourself before me and declare me God, I might think about it," Kaiba scoffed, still showing no hint of amusement, but displaying plenty of the ego for which he was known. "Can a priestess like yourself commit such heresy?"

"Yes," Ishizu gasped, alarming even herself with the answer. Before she could stop herself, she'd run forward, falling on her knees in front of him. "Kaiba... you have to make this stop," she begged, placing her forehead upon the dark, dusty floor of the strange arena and raising both hands clasped together, as if in prayer. The Japanese knew this position as the lowest form of apology one could offer, prostrating oneself fully to the ground. "Make the fever stop..."

Kaiba didn't look as though he fully comprehended what was happening; he was still staring at the other side of the field, as though she'd never moved. "Hmph. You're serious? I suppose I can't blame you. After two encounters, you know who you're dealing with," Kaiba chuckled, smiling to himself.

Ishizu looked at the duel disk on her arm. Was she really going to surrender here? With what had happened so far, the spells she'd seen and the evil she felt, what awaited her if she simply submitted herself? She didn't want to know... and yet, her body begged her to give in. She felt her hand moving for the deck...