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A Tight Grip: Fool's Duel

Emerson · 2007-03-22T05:40:43Z

A Tight Grip “You can’t run.” His voice was smooth as it escaped from his lips. “You can’t even move. I’m letting you breathe. If you want, I can stop that as well.” He ran a finger across her cheek and over her lips. For a moment, the woman seemed to struggle to breath as if she was drowning, then finally after being as still as a statue, her mouth gasped wide for air. “I’m sure you are trying to talk, too? No talking. I’ll let you breathe, but I have hold of your tongue, darling.” The lanky actor leaned up against the stage door, and cackled more manically than the evil character of the play had. “You weren’t expecting this, I suppose? That is alright, to be honest I hadn’t planned this either, but I couldn’t help it.” He ran his finger through her milky white bangs, and to the back of her skull. He clutched her head tightly, and brought it to his face. “But one never knows what they’ll find back stage, do they?” He brushed back his own golden bangs, to see in her eyes the relief of his hands not being on her. “What, you don’t like my touching? Would you like to speak?” There was a moment of silence where the woman seemed to stand still as if thinking, but once the moment was up she started cursing at the man, and even got so far as spitting on him. She grew silent again. He wiped the spit from his face, and smiled at her sweetly. “You hate me? I’m so sorry, dear. You shouldn’t have come back stage,” he whispered. His breath pressed to her face like hot coals, and it looked as if she was trying to move away from him, though it was out of her power. “I’m really sorry I’m doing this. But I saw you from the crowd. You loved me then, didn’t you? I looked so handsome on stage, so kind and loving. So I had you come visit me. Do you still think I’m so handsome? I’m sure I’m not as kind as you once thought.” He stared at the girl, as if she might open her mouth against his power and speak. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her tightly, laying his check next to hers. “I don’t know what made you do it, really. What makes you think a complete stranger like me, much more a famous actor, talk to a lonely girl like you? It’s the way you smiled, honest. I knew I’d be able to manipulate you. You’re so…gentle.” The girl’s arms moved around his body and stroked his back in stiff movements like she was a puppet. He kissed her lips, but hers didn’t react to his romantic invite. “You’re a lonely girl, Suzette, but I love you. That does mean something, doesn’t it?” As he spoke, the girl’s arms dropped to her side and her whole body fell to her knees. Her movements were smoother now, but still not natural. Her eyelids flickered wildly—for reasons unknown it was the one part of her he couldn’t control.