gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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"Oh, I have a good idea," Chloe said, chuckling softly as she saw the girl starting to relax some. Resting up against the wall, she watched the other woman, observing her reactions with each step in the conversation. She couldn't help the feel of a giggle in her speech. Hate it or love it, she found it devilishly amusing.

"You and I were drugged by a group of perverts in white lab coats and locked in this room until we do what they want." She shrugged. "I'm in no hurry to obey them." Though, when she did? She had every intention of enjoying herself.

"Right..." Was that giggling supposed to make her feel at ease? It certainly didn't help any of her internal struggling with this situation. She had better stay on her side of the closet, just to be safe.

"Why, though? Why us?" Her heart hammered in her chest just slightly as the anxiety of the situation settled over her. Was this closet just stuffy or was it getting hotter in here? Either way, she twists to one side, trying to feel around some more and find a means of escape. Shifting a bit more, Kat moves to her knees, finding the edge of the wall with nothing to show for it.

"Do yourself a little favor, Kat. Take some cloth, wrap it around your mouth. I can hear you just fine. I can feel what they're putting in the air," she said, having ample experience in dealing with it. She could resist the stuff better. And she wanted the other girl more aware ... at least when it started.

"I don't know why you, or even me. They're awful little men, and none of us knows. I only know what they want." She shrugged, reaching up and giving the door a tentative rattle, so Kat could tell it wasn't opening.

Sadly, the only cloth she has is her clothes. Her hoodie might work? And yet that would be strange... but what would be stranger would be if whatever it is they've drugged them with made her sick and she did nothing to prevent it.

"Are you sure that will work? If it's airborne I've already inhaled it." And she did feel incredibly warm all of a sudden. Was that a symptom? She didn't know one way or another. The door knob rattle smacks her back down to Earth with the knowledge that they were stuck here. "Right. Pervert scientists. So what? If we just... do what they want then they'll let us go?"

Yes, because that was about to happen.

"It builds up," Chloe said softly, shrugging and smiling to herself at the memory of aphrodisiacs in the past. So many different possibilities, different ways that the chemicals would work in her. "But you're probably just holding back the inevitable."

A little chuckle. "Go home? No, only when they're completely done with us. Leave the closet? Probably. You might not like what they want, though."

Kat certainly was beginning to understand what she meant by 'builds up'. She felt heavy and at the same time hot and restless. There really wasn't any subtle way to hide how hot she felt, running her fingers through ragged locks again and fanning herself.

"And they just... do this to people?" That might not be a real question, unfortunately. She's already grasped the situation. It was a matter of time before the inevitable kicked in, as Chloe said. The sad part was? If they were drugged as she said and supposed to do as she said - why was she expected to do this with another woman, of all people? Not that she was against that sort of thing but she generally had never stopped to think about relationships in terms of flirting or sexual in nature. She was so focused on her work and yet that didn't mean she didn't feel close to Vergil or Dante.

This was so confusing.

And yet she didn't want to find herself giving in so easily either.

Edited 2015-08-26 18:12 (UTC)

She could see it. The girl could see clearly in the dark and she could see the changes in Kat's demeanor, the way that her body reacted. The familiarity of it all was both awful and terrible, and a little fun to watch. "They just do this to people," she said, her own voice getting a bit breathy now. She shifted a leg and let out a small groan. The way that the fabric touched her was adding to sensation, making her eyes roll back and breath catch.

"It... feels like poppers a little," she whispered. "They want us touching each other faster, I guess. My skin is starting to feel like it's on fire. How about yours?" She bit her lip, and instead of fanning herself, a hand was slipping into her bodysuit.

"I... might have an idea. One that won't involve me putting things inside you."

"You don't seem all that bothered by this..." Kat whispers, not wanting to admit that was how she felt too. It was worse given just how much skin she actually had exposed. She felt hot and yet the floor was slightly cold to the touch against her naked thighs. Her shorts didn't help matters. Why did her clothes feel so constricting?

"You're crazy." she answers back to Chloe's suggestion, a tartness in her tone despite how out of touch with herself she clearly was.

She laughed. It was a throaty, cold, dry laugh, as low pitched as her tinny little voice could manage. Her lips parted in a thin smile and she shrugged. "I've been trapped in places like this for years. Forced to do things just like this," she whispered. "It's hard not to be a little immune to the strangeness."

Another small chuckle. "And yes, I am... but I won't touch you unless you say I can. That's more than some might promise right now, especially if the drugs get thick enough in our veins." Because she knew how to masturbate to deal with the sensations, which she was starting to do, right about...

Now.

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