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He opened his eyes wearily, and yawned. He was so tired that he couldn't feel the ropes bound tightly round each of his wrists. He only discovered his predicament when he went to stand up and found that he couldn't. He sighed, great, why couldn't she find anything better to do? He thought, she's the slayer after all, shouldn't she be out patrolling rather than playing kinky sex games with him. He groaned loudly deliberately, to let Buffy know that he was awake.
"Okay luv, I know you're there, haven't you got anything better to do slayer rather than play games?" he gathered from her lack of response that she was planning on surprising him. So he waited without speaking. After about 10 minutes of waiting, he sighed, "Buffy? Come on cut it out, if you're there get this over with". He got the shock of his unlife when a head of dark hair began to rise up from behind a cupboard, then he heard an insane loopy voice come out at him from the dark,
"Not the slayer" it whispered, even though he already knew it wasn't. "Dru?" he lay on the sarcophagus and stared directly up at the ceiling rolling his eyes, "what are you doing?" "playing" she replied in her usual dippy voice, "the ladies in my head showed me...they took me from my bed and showed me what you were getting up to", she twirled round and round looking like an insane merry-go-round, her hair was twirling round her shoulders. At long last she stopped and held her head between her fingers, she looked dizzy, her lips curled into a thin lipped frown as she addressed him with more seriousness in her usually dopey voice. "They showed me..." she said with a hint of dangerousness in her tone, "you played our games...with her" she began to look sad as her bottom lip began to tremble, and then she yelled unexpectedly "OUR GAMES" she spat. Spike just looked straight at her without any hint of emotion. "Yeh...now get over it". He laid still knowing that any movement would give her false ideas, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable though and this was showing in his expression. She spat in his face with her next words making him flinch. "You let the slayer touch you in that way, you let her trace wonderful patterns on your tummy" she looked angry, an emotion that very rarely showed on her usually expressionless face. Spike shot her a callous look and looked disgusted by her attitude;
"Have you learnt nothing Dru? I'm a vampire also a guy...we guys aren't renowned for our faithfulness to women" he thought for a moment..."or so I've read in magazines". Drusilla glided over to his vulnerable body laid out for her, he pulled on the ropes arching his back hoping it'd get him out of her reach but to no avail. She stood beside him and smiled sweetly, Spike knew that this was never a good expression to fall under in Drusilla's case. He swallowed down a lump in his throat as she extended a hand and touched his navel lightly with the tip of her forefinger. He recoiled slightly as she stroked it up his stomach lightly, then with her other hand she tilted his head back roughly pulling his hair. He winced in pain, trying not to make it too obvious that she was hurting him. "Dru" he whispered heaving his stomach in and out, "what are you doing".
"Yes Drusilla what ARE you doing" she didn't jump; she paused and turned slowly to face the tiny blonde in the doorway who had just spoke and fixing her with an icy stare. "Taking back what's mine" she answered before stabbing her fingernails into Spike's chest angrily drawing blood.