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"Arthur." Ariadne gasped as her face came up again from the bowl. She felt the sticky, sickly sweetness slide down her throat, and coat her mouth. She looked up at him, beseechingly.

"That's enough." Arthur was standing, looking at his doppelganger. "Please. Don't do this. Don't do this to her."

"Why not?" the tone of the other man was challenging, his eyes very cold. Looking up, the Architect shivered. The warmth she had formerly seen in those dark brown eyes had evaporated, leaving them as dark and drained as empty pools. "Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't she understand the pain that I feel?"

Ariadne tried to get up, but felt herself pushed in place. Arthur had his hands on her shoulders, keeping her pinned into her seat. "I'm sorry," he said, sweetly, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. "You can get up."

Ariadne began to push her chair back. The thick richness of the mousse was making her feel nauseated. Anxiously, she reached in her pocket for her totem, reassured by the weight of her bishop.

"OK." Arthur walked forward, looking at his doppelganger. "I'll eat it. I'll eat it all, and more. Let her go."

"No." The projection was shaking its head, smirking cruelly. "She can watch. Have a seat Arthur." Obediently, Arthur sat down. He turned to Ariadne. His expression was filled with pain, and she knew that that was the real Arthur.

"Pick up the spoon."

Arthur did so.

"Now. Eat."

Arthur dug the spoon into the soft, gelatinous substance, and began to put it inside his mouth. Ariadne shivered. He ate mechanically. Before a few minutes had passed, the bowl was empty.

"Oh, carry on, you need more!" To Ariadne's shock, another plate of mousse appeared in front of the Point Man.

"Eat it! NOW!"

Arthur looked at him. "If I eat it, will you let us go?"

"Arthur, you know that's not going to happen." The projection shook its head. "You know I will never let you go. You're just here for me." He leaned over. "EAT! NOW!

Arthur choked, and pushed his chair back. "No," said, softly. "I can't." He began to get up, and looked directly at the projection. "I won't eat anymore. Not to please you."

"Oh, dear." The projection smirked. "You bad boy."

He took a step forward, and began to run his fingers down Arthur's front.

"Now." Arthur was looking at them both, his expression hard. "Those clothes," he ordered. "Both of you. Take them off."

"What?" Ariadne felt her pulse quicken. She looked at Arthur. What they were finding in his subconscious was worse than she'd imagined. "You want us to what?"

"I said-take your clothes off." Arthur folded his arms, smirking. "Please."

The other Arthur reached out, and took Ariadne's arm. "Please, don't listen to him. This is not me." He looked at the other version, his eyes narrowed. "You know I wouldn't humiliate Ariadne like this."

"Yes, you would." Arthur scowled. "The quicker you get those clothes off, and I can see your body, the easier it gets. I promise."

Ariadne couldn't bear it. Swallowing, she began to carefully unbutton her shirt, pulling it off. Arthur's eyes swept over her, and to her shock, he licked his lips. "Nice." He turned to the other Arthur, who was scarlet with anger. "Come on, let's see some more."

Ariadne dropped her shirt to the floor, letting his eyes linger over her torso. He nodded. "Oh, yes, very nice. A little bony for my taste."

Arthur moved forward. "Don't."

"Come on." The doppelganger shrugged. "You're sick. You can't expect to have someone who is really worth having. And she just feels sorry for you." He looked at Arthur. "Please. Take off your shirt."

Arthur unbuttoned, and Ariadne looked at him, biting her lip. As the shirt slid off him, exposing his back, she swallowed.

He was thin, painfully thin. His ribs were carving out against his skin, and his stomach was almost concave. She walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Its ok," she whispered. "Its going to be ok."

Arthur nodded. "Yes,"he whispered. "It is." Reaching round, he began to move his hand towards the back of his belt. Stunned, she watched as he pulled out a gun, and pointed it directly into the projection's face.

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