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Post by Gambit on Oct 31, 2007 14:34:00 GMT -5
Gambit kissed her eagerly, as if sucking the kiss out of her, and moved his body a little above her, getting her more excited.
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 14:39:59 GMT -5
Shade growled into the kiss slightly, not from protest but anticipation, arching her body slightly to feel more of him, get more contact although his clothes prevented most skin-to-skin. The hand that she had used to prop up her body up till now moved to rake through his hair as she lay down on her back completely, unconsciously losing a little more of her control and giving in to Gambit more without him having to insist on it. She did not feel up for power struggles, she suddenly felt perfectly fine with him having the upper hand.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 31, 2007 14:52:15 GMT -5
Just as she seemed to have become completely relaxed under him, Gambit decided it was enough. He got up, took his shirt off and tossed it away. He, too, would need his chest bare for the ritual. Then, glancing down at Shade, he calculated her position and moved her head a bit to the side, adjusting it, then spread her arms a little.
Leaning to the side, he glanced down the vertical side of the 'stage'. There were controls, long unused, but he was certain they would work properly the way he wanted. He pushed some of them, and leather straps shot out from the surface on which Shade was lying, immediately fastening around her neck, waist and wrists. Perfect, he thought, still admiring the work of masters that had designed the thing years ago for the Hellfire Club.
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:03:55 GMT -5
Had her senses not been lulled, Shade might have flinched when she was suddenly tied down to the stage, but like this she didn´t. Her thoughts were slow, lazy, her memories reminding her of previous games which had involved tying each other up although never without a warning. Had her mind been unaffected, Gambit would have gotten a remark for this, or a growl when there was a slightly more playful mood. She trusted him deeply, there was no reason to get scared especially not with her being affected by her sorroundings the way she was. She let out a deep throated chuckle, unable to help it. Her breathing was heavier once more, her eyes slightly darkened with her pupils widened. The only thing that was bothering her was that Gambit had retreated from her while her excited body demanded for more. The haze in her eyes was becoming somewhat more obvious.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 31, 2007 15:43:29 GMT -5
Gambit got off the platform and pushed another few buttons.
The horizontal stage restructured itself, rising, as some of its sections were pushed aside and downwards, and when its middle part was completely erected, it resembled a large cross on which Shade was effectively held by the leather straps, her face on the same level as his.
There had been no religious meaning behind the cross shape for the Hellfire Club, merely a conveniently accessible shape for certain kinds of games, but it fitted the ideas of voudun magic that Gambit was about to perform. After all, it was based off Christianity.
He took a step back, admiring the result, though he felt his head was getting a bit too heavy from the drug in the scented sticks.
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:52:26 GMT -5
Her conscious thinking had slowed down to an extent that made coherent thoughts impossible. The only things Shade could still relate on where her senses and her instincts and both were dulled as well, as if they were soothed down by a heavy blanket. It did not even feel uncomfortable, not having to think, just having to watch him, her breath deep and slightly heavy, her cheeks flushed a little in excitement. Something very, very deep in the back of her mind was suspicious that Gambit was a little too engrossed, that it was strange he did not tell her more about what was going on. He usually didn´t do that, he usually did not behave in a way that left her passive like that.
She felt exposed but it did not seem an important thing to feel. Her sense were starting to beg for her to give up her instinctive trouble and she was starting to listen to them. Give in. Whatever he is up to, he won´t do you any harm. Whatever it is that lulls you, it can be no danger, all part of the game.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 1, 2007 1:17:47 GMT -5
Gambit stepped up to her and gave her one final, long kiss. There would be no more kisses after this. He pressed his palm to the keyhole of the dress on her chest and listened to her heartbeat. Driven by the beat of the music, it matched his own. Now was the time, and the ritual would begin.
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Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2007 3:14:51 GMT -5
Shade responded to the kiss once more, eagerly. She had entered a state right now that was equally comfortable and confusing, her senses lulled, her instincts nearly switched off by the drug, making her willingness and her gaze dull. Had she been fully self-aware, this might have been the moment that he would have asked Gambit to stop, because Gambit was so equally rushed and concentrated that it would have seemed strange to Shade with all her senses and reason working properly.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 1, 2007 3:26:03 GMT -5
Gambit pulled back after a few moments. His eyes, with pupils widened by the effect of the drug, were glinting red more menacingly than usual. He looked at Shade, finding her hovering on the edge of consciousness with very little ability and will to move. Smirking, he got his bag and carefully pulled out two bottles with potions, several small candles, a small cage with a black chicken, a voodoo knife, and a tiny vial with magic powder.
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Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2007 3:34:44 GMT -5
Shade´s outward appearance stayed the same, her eyes stayed dull, her thoughts slow as her gaze followed Gambit´s every move. She had chosen him as a sort of orientation point while the rest of her world dwindled into nothingness. He was what she knew, what still made sense. The world had become a strange place, she noticed absently, not giving it much meaning, she didn´t know it any more so Gambit was who she focussed on like a drowning person who strangely does not really fear the water.
The things he got from the bag made as little sense to her, but when she saw the knife and the chicken, somewhere, in a very remote corner of her mind, a very tiny warning lamp seemed to go off, leaving her in utter confusion. She looked from the bird to the knife lazily, sensing that this was something that was.... wrong. Just as much as the way he looked at her. She tried to dig through her source, trying to find out whether this was a reason for worry, and whether what was happening was far enough out of the ordinary to make her scared.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 1, 2007 3:40:16 GMT -5
Gambit placed the bottles aside, then grabbed the chicken out of the cage. The bird had been barely without air for so long and barely struggled, and he almost snickered at that, since it reminded him of what Shade was like at the moment. He looked into the bag, finding a small plate there, and placed it on the floor, kneeling down. Taking the knife, he cut the chicken's head off and let its blood spill into the plate.
He cut himself in the process, adding his own blood to the mix, but his senses were already a bit hazy for him to notice such a small detail.
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Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2007 3:49:12 GMT -5
Shade was still following everything he was doing. The chicken was bewildering her more and more by the second. Whatever did one need a chicken for? Her brain was almost unaccessible by now, unable to draw any connection to rituals or whatever. She would have by now, normally. Still, a very tiny part of her instincts and thinking was still intact, had to be intact as she was conscious or at least physically so. Survival instincts, instictive knowledge of right or wrong, very faint but present.
The mix of bewilderment, curiosity and lazyness in her eyes changed a little when Gambit beheaded the chicken. Her heartbeat lulled by the slow staccato of the music and tuned in with Gambit´s was not capable of reacting, but her hands slowly closed to fists and her confusion was fuelled by the remains of a very deep down, basic fear that mirrored in her eyes, visible even through the effect of the drug. What in the world is he doing? The question came tormentingly slow, like a huge soap bubble, but it remained somewhere, shaking, hovering in the air and soon to dissolve, but there.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 1, 2007 3:56:53 GMT -5
Taking the plate carefully, Gambit moved over to the front of Shade and, dipping his finger in the blood that was still warm, began to draw a line on the floor, starting from the base of the cross and diagonally to the side, creating a side of a future triangle with the cross at its tip. The line didn't come out too straight as he was losing his concentration a bit, but it would do.
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Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2007 4:06:14 GMT -5
Her hands opened and closed slowly a few times as a mere reaction of a faint need to move which normally would have manifested in running away and flight instinct which of course was no option right now. Gambit moved on to draw his lines and her attention was taken off the disturbing sight of the dead chicken, causing her fear to subside a little again when her focus shifted. For a moment, the drug gained even stronger effect, causing Shade to follow his actions with a childlike, curious fascination, her eyes catching on the effects the blazing torches and candlelight caused on the clearly visible lines of blood. Her memory drowned the image of Gambit the chicken killer as her thoughts became engrossed with the one of Gambit painting. Red lines. No actual sense behind that. She could not see his eyes and thus not the malice in them, otherwise her fear would not have retreated.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 1, 2007 4:11:55 GMT -5
Gambit finished the triangle with each side of about four feet long. There was a little blood still remaining, and he walked up to Shade, wiping the blood in a small vertical line approximately above her heart, then repeated the same action on his chest. He then tossed the plate away, hearing it break somewhere against the wall, and returned his attention to his supplies.
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