Chapter 6: The Assumption
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Christian sat nestled in Satine's lap, feeling her silky white hands brush his face like a spring wind. It was nearly dawn in her world, the sun rising along the cirrus clouds gave stripes of a red horizon beyond the hill, as they sat under a cherry tree. Red in the morning, sailors take warning. "He... he did it, Satine. You were right. I can't believe it... he does love me.", he said, pensive. "It's just, strange. I... I never thought love could be like this."
"Love comes in all forms, but something bugs me. Do you really think its love?", she traced her finger down to his chin and raised it slightly.
"What do you mean? What else could it be?", he looked up at her face, concern shining in her blue-sky eyes.
"I'm just thinking, that maybe he's just saying that to pull you in. Remember when I thought you were him and I told you a loved you? You believed it, right?"
He chuckled, as her fingers tickled his skin, "Of course I did.", he rested closer to her chest, memories slowly raining like the small cherry blossom pedals falling around them. He remembered the red room, dancing on the clouds of Paris, serenading her like a songbird. He remembered the medley they sang, and when they kissed, one of true love.
She bleakly smiled, "I think he's doing that to you. I'd be very careful if I were you, watch him like a cat. Listen to your mind and get out of there if it tells you."
Christian nodded, "I... I better wake up, then. See you soon." He reached up and kissed her softly, feeling her fade under his lips. Then he woke up, just as he promised. ~
Christian opened an eye, the sun was rising in reality as well. He sat himself up, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair, noticing his clothes still in a pile, a rather neat one, at the floor of the bed. He looked over to the other side of the bed, the Duke wasn't there, he was out of the room completely, in fact. He slid off the bed, grabbing his trousers, shirt, and everything else and, swiftly and carefully, put them on. Christian sat back down on the bed and groaned, rubbing his eyes again, his head aching from last night. Whatever that bottle contained gave him such a morning headache, he began coughing again. The coughs became raspy, rubbing his neck trying to soothe his throat, but it wouldn't help. "Here.", the bottle was held in front of him, Christian nearly jumped. The Duke held it out closer, letting Christian take it and breathe in the vapor, cleaning his lungs and loosening his muscles again, like last night. "Thanks..." Christian sighed, "I see you're up early.", as he put the cap of the bottle back on and looked over at his, clothed, 'lover'. It's so strange calling him lover... "Why are you up early, anyway?"
The Duke shrugged and turned away, "Just got up before you did, besides, I got to have time to get ready."
Christian sat up further, "Ready... ready for what?"
"We're going."
His head bounced back, "Going-wait... 'we'? Y-you and I?"
"Is there anybody else, boy? Of course you and I! I'm going back to England, and I want you to come with me."
Christian looked out the window, still surprised, "B-but I don't want to leave."
The Duke turned around, giving Christian shivers, "You don't? Why wouldn't you want to go back to the place you were born, your home-!"
"Montmartre's my home... the... the Moulin Rouge is my home.", Christian interrupted. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have stopped him. Oh god.
"Oh really.... is that how you see it, your home?", he walked towards the bed, Christian crawling backwards, "The Moulin Rouge is your home? What are you now, a little prostitute!"
"What? No! I don't want to leave! I came here for a revolution and, g-god dammit I'm still going to live it!", he was surprised, how he got the nerve to say that even though he was shaking. Get. Out.
"Fine... you'll be my little whore, now won't you?"
Christian got off the bed, watching the Duke coming closer to him as he backed further, "I-I ne-never said that-"
"Silence!", he yelled, grabbing Christian by his neck and slamming him up against the wall, hearing his breath exhale sharply from the force. "Don't you dare talk back to me like that, whore!", he let Christian go, watching him clumsily fall to the ground, looking back up at him. "I thought you said you... loved me...", Christian began to stumble over his thoughts. Get up, Chris... this doesn't feel right... get. Up. Leave. Now, Chris. Now now now.
"Aw, but I do." Christian felt his cold fingers run through his hair, "I love the way you think, the way you move. The way you smile. I love your eyes. Your hair. I love your body..." he grabbed a bit of Christian's hair and heard him shriek as he pulled his head back, "Get up. Now."
Christian got up slowly, the Duke's hand still gripping his short black hair. When he stood up fully he let go, stroking his finger over Christian's cheek and down to his neck, which again he gripped, locking him to the wall. Christian just looked at him, trying not to let tears fall and the nerve to get out of his grasp. The Duke studied Christian's face, "You're so submissive," he smirked, "just like a whore."
"I'm not... a whore. Please, stop calling me that.", he begged.
"Now, why would I want to do that?", he began to unbutton Christian's pants with his free hand, letting them fall. He looked back up at him, "Whore."
Christian bit his lip, "Oh please not again... please I'm not a whore!", his mind was going crazy, but he couldn't get free.
"Close your eyes. If you look down when I let go, I'll grab you harder. Understood, boy?"
Christian nodded, doing what he was told once the Duke let go. He closed his eyes tightly and titled his head back slightly, trying to blink back the tears. Oh god...What is he going to do? Don't look down, Christian, try to run... go now. Please, save yourself, come on go go go... Christian opened his eye slightly, still looking at the ceiling, noticing nothing has happened. Don't look down... don't look down... what is he going to do-
Lick.
OH MY GOD!
The Voice is deceived, falling for the sadist's trap... how will he escape, or will not escape at all and fall deeper?
Christian sat nestled in Satine's lap, feeling her silky white hands brush his face like a spring wind. It was nearly dawn in her world, the sun rising along the cirrus clouds gave stripes of a red horizon beyond the hill, as they sat under a cherry tree. Red in the morning, sailors take warning. "He... he did it, Satine. You were right. I can't believe it... he does love me.", he said, pensive. "It's just, strange. I... I never thought love could be like this."
"Love comes in all forms, but something bugs me. Do you really think its love?", she traced her finger down to his chin and raised it slightly.
"What do you mean? What else could it be?", he looked up at her face, concern shining in her blue-sky eyes.
"I'm just thinking, that maybe he's just saying that to pull you in. Remember when I thought you were him and I told you a loved you? You believed it, right?"
He chuckled, as her fingers tickled his skin, "Of course I did.", he rested closer to her chest, memories slowly raining like the small cherry blossom pedals falling around them. He remembered the red room, dancing on the clouds of Paris, serenading her like a songbird. He remembered the medley they sang, and when they kissed, one of true love.
She bleakly smiled, "I think he's doing that to you. I'd be very careful if I were you, watch him like a cat. Listen to your mind and get out of there if it tells you."
Christian nodded, "I... I better wake up, then. See you soon." He reached up and kissed her softly, feeling her fade under his lips. Then he woke up, just as he promised. ~
Christian opened an eye, the sun was rising in reality as well. He sat himself up, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair, noticing his clothes still in a pile, a rather neat one, at the floor of the bed. He looked over to the other side of the bed, the Duke wasn't there, he was out of the room completely, in fact. He slid off the bed, grabbing his trousers, shirt, and everything else and, swiftly and carefully, put them on. Christian sat back down on the bed and groaned, rubbing his eyes again, his head aching from last night. Whatever that bottle contained gave him such a morning headache, he began coughing again. The coughs became raspy, rubbing his neck trying to soothe his throat, but it wouldn't help. "Here.", the bottle was held in front of him, Christian nearly jumped. The Duke held it out closer, letting Christian take it and breathe in the vapor, cleaning his lungs and loosening his muscles again, like last night. "Thanks..." Christian sighed, "I see you're up early.", as he put the cap of the bottle back on and looked over at his, clothed, 'lover'. It's so strange calling him lover... "Why are you up early, anyway?"
The Duke shrugged and turned away, "Just got up before you did, besides, I got to have time to get ready."
Christian sat up further, "Ready... ready for what?"
"We're going."
His head bounced back, "Going-wait... 'we'? Y-you and I?"
"Is there anybody else, boy? Of course you and I! I'm going back to England, and I want you to come with me."
Christian looked out the window, still surprised, "B-but I don't want to leave."
The Duke turned around, giving Christian shivers, "You don't? Why wouldn't you want to go back to the place you were born, your home-!"
"Montmartre's my home... the... the Moulin Rouge is my home.", Christian interrupted. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have stopped him. Oh god.
"Oh really.... is that how you see it, your home?", he walked towards the bed, Christian crawling backwards, "The Moulin Rouge is your home? What are you now, a little prostitute!"
"What? No! I don't want to leave! I came here for a revolution and, g-god dammit I'm still going to live it!", he was surprised, how he got the nerve to say that even though he was shaking. Get. Out.
"Fine... you'll be my little whore, now won't you?"
Christian got off the bed, watching the Duke coming closer to him as he backed further, "I-I ne-never said that-"
"Silence!", he yelled, grabbing Christian by his neck and slamming him up against the wall, hearing his breath exhale sharply from the force. "Don't you dare talk back to me like that, whore!", he let Christian go, watching him clumsily fall to the ground, looking back up at him. "I thought you said you... loved me...", Christian began to stumble over his thoughts. Get up, Chris... this doesn't feel right... get. Up. Leave. Now, Chris. Now now now.
"Aw, but I do." Christian felt his cold fingers run through his hair, "I love the way you think, the way you move. The way you smile. I love your eyes. Your hair. I love your body..." he grabbed a bit of Christian's hair and heard him shriek as he pulled his head back, "Get up. Now."
Christian got up slowly, the Duke's hand still gripping his short black hair. When he stood up fully he let go, stroking his finger over Christian's cheek and down to his neck, which again he gripped, locking him to the wall. Christian just looked at him, trying not to let tears fall and the nerve to get out of his grasp. The Duke studied Christian's face, "You're so submissive," he smirked, "just like a whore."
"I'm not... a whore. Please, stop calling me that.", he begged.
"Now, why would I want to do that?", he began to unbutton Christian's pants with his free hand, letting them fall. He looked back up at him, "Whore."
Christian bit his lip, "Oh please not again... please I'm not a whore!", his mind was going crazy, but he couldn't get free.
"Close your eyes. If you look down when I let go, I'll grab you harder. Understood, boy?"
Christian nodded, doing what he was told once the Duke let go. He closed his eyes tightly and titled his head back slightly, trying to blink back the tears. Oh god...What is he going to do? Don't look down, Christian, try to run... go now. Please, save yourself, come on go go go... Christian opened his eye slightly, still looking at the ceiling, noticing nothing has happened. Don't look down... don't look down... what is he going to do-
Lick.
OH MY GOD!
The Voice is deceived, falling for the sadist's trap... how will he escape, or will not escape at all and fall deeper?