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Posted by Purple Man
on 5/16/2009, 12:13 am
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The Setting: The Bellagio Casino
The Event: One on one poker stand off between the mutant Gambit and The Purple Man
The Stakes: Cash vs. Supermodels
The games was truly an invigorating challenge for Zebediah Killgrave. The biggest challenge was not controlling the game by way of his mutant persuasive abilities or his newly acquired mind reading capabilities. For the first time since the accident that bestow him his powers, Killgrave accomplished a challenge strictly using his skills. It was a euphoric rush that flowed through his veins.
“You won fair and square, mon ami, that I can not deny.”
The Cajun tipped his hat to his opponent as he looked into the blank eyes of the mesmerized supermodels standing behind The Purple Man. Somehow, Remy sensed the sorrow behind their eyes. Zebediah leaned back and gloated as the Cajun slid his hard earned chips across the table. A rush of thoughts bombarded the Purple Man’s mind as the gathered crowd was impressed by his playing style. At last he felt the acceptance of others without having to force it upon them.
In his glorious moment Killgrave opened up his mind to take in as many thoughts as possible like an overdosed junky he felt the morphine-like thrill of praise. His ego swelling up to enormous proportions. Then he caught it, ever so softly like background noise. Voices in a foreign language. Portuguese to be exact. It took him a while to filter through the rest of the voices, but when he finally focused in. It was clear as a bell. The Purple Man abruptly rose from his seat and addressed the mutant.
“It was a pleasure my dear man, but my ladies and I have had a long night and wish to retire to our suite, be so kind and make a spectacle of yourself.”
Remy’s eyes went blank as the serge of persuasion took him over. He jumped on top of the poker table and shuffled a large deck of playing cards as they energized. Zebediah and his ladies quietly slipped passed the gathered crowd as Gambit unleashed the explosive cards across the room in a destructive force. The crowd scattered as an army of security guards rushed in to stop the deranged mutant.
Zebediah smiled as he entered the elevator across the hall from the casino where the full blown riot kept escalating.
The soothing elevator melody carried the threesome up to their lavish suite in the Bellagio. The elevator doors opened up onto the exclusively private suite that overflowed with the most expensive accommodations. No words had been spoken by the trio since the scene in the casino. Without a gesture, Adrianna headed for the marble top bar and started preparing drinks. Alessandra found the bedroom and came out with a silk robe and slippers for her master. Zebediah simply sat in a black leather armchair that faced the sprawling balcony.
The silence that consumed the room was deafening. Once the ladies had served Killgrave they sat across from him on a white tiger skin couch. They sat up propped like manikins waiting for his next command. Zebediah just stared at them with his lavender eyes as he sipped his cognac.
For the first time since he ensnared the two beauties, he examined their features, pondering their splendor. What is it about a particular woman that distinguishes her from the rest of the females on this earth? He became irritated by their stiffness and before he can utter a thought, they both relaxed their delicate shoulders as their petite frame sunk into the back of the couch.
Like a painter who steps back to examine his unfinished work of art, Zebediah commanded them to stand and walk around the room so he can get a full view of their attributes.
He tilted his head to one side after taking and other sip. Without a word they untied each others evening dress and paraded in their Victorian apparel.
“Much better, now drink up girls there is plenty of spirits to be had. The beautiful captives guzzled down shots of Jagermiester bombs and proceeded to create more concoctions. Within a matter of minutes the two petite models were intoxicated. They staggered around the room holding each other up. Finally collapsing on the couch, laughing and giggling as they playfully batted at each other with pillows.
Zebediah was quite amused by the incident. He deliberately wanted them to be inebriated. He wanted their mind to be mush because he had other intensions besides fun and frolic.
As the girls became friendlier with each other on the couch, Killgrave sat up in his chair and concentrated on violating them. Not a physical violation but a mental violation like he had never attempted before.
Like a skilled surgeon, Zebediah cut through endless layers of suggestions and delusions he wove for them. He dug deeper into their psyche stripping away dreams and memories, searching for something he knew was there hidden deep within. The alcohol subdued the constant resistance that their minds had put up. He knew that even with his heightened power of persuasion, his victims still fought him every step of the way. What was it that kept him from total dominance?
It dawned on him during the scene in the casino that his newly discovered mind reading ability was the key to opening up all the locked doors, to finding answers to all his questions. Violet drops of sweat fell off his brow and splashed into his drinking glass as he took a deep breath and plunged deeper into their mind. Tearing through endless layers of alcohol-laced pleasures and desires. He could hear their moans of lust and although he could have easily sat back and watched their drenched bodies intertwined on the couch across from him, Zebediah sealed his eyelids shut and plowed deeper into their heads. After a long struggle through a tangled web of hopes and fears he came upon a dark recessed corner of their mind. It was an abyss of solitude with the stillness of death itself. Zebediah knew he had finally reached his destination. A cold chill ran down his spine. He understand that in the darkness laid his answer, but he hesitated until he heard the shallow breathing and the almost undetectable whining in the darkness.
Gradually a dim purple haze appeared above him and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could make out the appearance of steel bars and as the light became brighter he could make out a cage in the dim corner. Ever so slightly the area became brighter and finally he could distinguish to naked figures huddled in one corner, trembling and holding on to each other tightly.
The figures were skeletal with a thin layer of rotting flesh holding their organ barely in place. A few strands of long scraggly hair hung over their faces. It was a scene from a horror movie and it repulsed Zebediah to the bone.
“What are you creatures??? What are you doing here???”
Slowly they stood up together and creeped towards the bars that separated them from the Purple Man. One spoke in a hideous screechy voice.
“Don’t you recognize us Zebediah? We are your beauties! Adrianna and Alessandra!!!”
The remark startled Killgrave as he took one step back.
“But how can it be? You’re both hideous?”
The other creature spoke up.
“YOU MADE US THIS WAY!!! YOUR POWERS HAVE DRAINED US!!!! OUR SOUL IS WITHERING AWAY KILLGRAVE!!!! YOU ARE THE MONSTER!!!! NOT US!!!!”
Their boney arms thrusting through the solid bars in an attempt to rip Zebediah’s flesh.
“Stop this now! I command you! Stop this nightmare!”
The creatures stopped for a second….then burst into a frenzy of maniacal laughter.
“You can’t control us in here fool!!!! This is the one place you are powerless!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“WELCOME TO THE TRUTH ZEBEDIAH KILLGRAVE!!!!! THIS IS THE REALITY YOU CAN”T CONTROL!!!! AND IT WILL CONSUME YOU ONE DAY!!!! THEN YOU WILL BE IN THIS CELL FOREVER!!!!!!”
Instantly Killgrave snaps out of his mind probing experience only to witness the supermodels in deep passion on the floor at his feet. His silk robe drenched in sweat.
“Get up!!!! You filthy wenches!!!!”
Instantly they obey him and jump to their feet. Still staggering from the alcohol poisoning their naked bodies glimmering in the moonlight. Zebediah’s face is full of controlled fury. His teeth gritting his hands trembling.
“I will have one of you as my bride this night! Do you understand me!?!?! YOU WILL LOVE ME IF IT KILLS YOU! No freaky illusion is going to control me!!!! I heard every thought you uttered in the casino. I know how badly you both wanted the Cajun to rescue you from the clutches of “the horrible bastard”!!!
The models looked at each other in fear. They realized Zebediah had loosened his grip on them for a moment so they could experience fear.
“Tonight! Tonight you will wrestle each other on the balcony. I love balconies because they open up to such beautiful sights yet can also open up to fatal possibilities.
Tonight one of you will have that experience!
While the other will be my bride!!!!
OIL WRESTLING ON THE BALCONY TO THE DEATH!!!!!
Only in Vegas, Baby!
To be resolved in battle!
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