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Ariadne choked. Choked as the soft, gelatinous cream began to fill her mouth, and nose. She struggled, and felt the hand of the projection on the back of her neck, holding her down.

"Can you breathe?" it asked, softly, bending over her, its mouth at her ear. "Can you breathe when your like this?"

Ariadne began to raise her arms, trying to dislodge herself. It responded by pushing her face down even further.

"Eat them," it said softly, beguilingly. "You know you want to."

Gently, it began to release the pressure on the back of her head. Almost sobbing, Ariadne let her head come back up.

"Now," the projection said, its tone still soft. Its hand extended, scooping up one of the pastries. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, letting the projection begin to place it inside. The cream smeared upon her face, and the pastry crumbled slightly, falling back onto the plate and table.

"Good?" it asked, gently.

Ariadne nodded, the taste electrifying. She swallowed, licking it off her face. "Mmm."

"That's what I like," the projection commented, the tone almost kind. Reaching down again, it scooped up more pastries, holding them towards her mouth, encouraging her to lick it off her hand. "You need this. You deserve it. You're far too thin."

As Ariadne continued to eat, he began to press down her shoulders. "I can feel your bones," it whispered, gently stroking its hand up and down her back. "The ridges in your skin, the feel of your spine..." he leaned down, its breath tickling her ear, suggesting at her flesh. "Its worrying, Ariadne."

"I thought..." her voice faltered. "I thought you'd like it."

"Oh, I do." Its tone was reassuring. "But its still not enough. Too much flesh."

"I thought you said I was too thin..."

"No, you mis heard what I said. Too fat. All I can feel are lumps of flesh, solid, useless, ugly!"

"Please!" Ariadne felt herself choking slightly. "Please don't!"

"I'm only telling the truth...feeling this...and this...and this bulge here at your waist..." the projection's hands snaked over her body, invasive, penetrating.

"Stop it!" Ariadne began to push the chair back, dislodging the projection's hands. "I don't have to listen to this, I don't have to believe you!"

"So who are you going to believe? Him?" The projection snapped, scornfully. "Are you thinking clearly? He just wants to fatten you up, Ariadne!" She blinked, looking at the image in front of her - the spitting image of Arthur. "He just wants to make you fat, so he can humiliate you!" He shook his head. "Don't even think about listening to him!"

Arthur listened carefully, creeping down the corridor. He looked at his hand, realising that the hammer had slipped from his fingers. As he walked, he tried to listen, to hear any sound of Ariadne.

"Don't!" he heard her shout. "Please!"

Picking up his pace, he began to run.

"Don't what?" the projection asked, innocently. "Come on." Taking Ariadne's hand, he began to lead her away from the table, towards another door. Smiling, it pushed it open.

She blinked. Inside was a clean, modern bedroom - a double bed with a cream cover, light, sand coloured walls, and tasteful furnishings. The projection walked towards the bed, and began to sprawl upon it, smirking.

"Come on," it said, soothingly. "Come on." It held out a hand. "Isn't this what you want? Really want?"

She shook her head. "You're not him."

"I told you. I am." It sat up. "I'm what you think he thinks of you...your view of him, through your disorder. You're supposed to be smart, haven't you worked that out yet?"

"But you said..."

"Forget what you think I said. Come here." He pulled her close, and started to tug, insistently, at her shirt. "Come on. Show me. Show me your bones, show me what you're so proud of."

Hesitantly, she began to unbutton the shirt, and letting it slide off her shoulders. He pulled her down, kissing the hollows in her neck.

"Oh, that's beautiful," he said, admiringly. "The bone here-" he rang his fingers along it - "its perfect-"

She stiffened.

"If it weren't for all the fat under here!" he snarled, pushing her back. "You disgust me, you know that? You-"

Suddenly, the projection was grasped from the shoulders, and yanked backwards. Before it could move, Arthur had slammed it into the wall, caging it.

He glared into its face.

"You what?" he demanded.

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