Long, cool hands gently grip your shoulders. You stifle a gasp. "Shh... take it easy," murmurs a soft, polite voice at your ear. "You're going to be all right." Silk rustles as the lily-petal hands slide smoothly over your breast to cross over your heart. A nearly inaudible little laugh of pleasure tingles the hairs at the back of your neck as you're gathered into a chill and unnatural embrace, scented with jasmine and clay. Suddenly you realize that your feet are no longer touching the floor. Your strength, and your fear, pour out of you like water from a broken barrel as you dangle suspended. The voice continues, cold and musical as water dripping in a cave. "Were you looking for someone?"
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