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Red
Feline on the Cross - Chapter 1 - The Old House
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| Red Feline was lifted off
the floor until her body was slightly touching the dirty
surface. The man dragged her away slowly, toward the
door to the balcony.
Red Feline was leaving the room she found as her
ideal spot for intimacy as if she was one of the characters
in her fantasy world. They were the ones that were
kicked, hit, and dragged.
Piroska was the one that experienced that life. It
was her, who, as a young girl was taken to be trained
to be a slave, a servant of kings. The few surviving
women and the girls were eventually taken to a nascent
city.
The Romans, after taking a territory, dedicated
their efforts to building roads and cities; first
with wood and later with stone, the cities of the
empire spread to the four corners of the known earth.
One of them, not too far from the land of Piroska's
people. |
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| The man dragged Red Feline
out of the room, her boots scratching the dirty floor,
her dress leaving a path through the dirt. She started
to regain some consciousness, but she was disoriented,
she felt the tight grip of the hands around her wrists,
the pull of her body on her arms, her knees hitting
the floor.
She could feel the warmth of the stranger's leg through
his pants, the rough material scratching her skin.
She felt pain but she was not sure of its source,
it was there but not located. Her eyes were slightly
open and a succession of floor, wainscotting, and
wall passed in front of her vision. |
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| The feeling was strangely
familiar, Red Feline was having deja vu. She had been
there before. Not in the place but in the situation.
The image of her body being dragged came to her as she
became more aware of her present condition.
The image often came after an elaborate process
that started at the moment when Piroska was led away
from her land, leaving her hanging, burning mother
behind.
The girl's mind closed tight, blocking all the images
of the past, especially that of her mother. She was
placed in the care of one of the surviving women,
she was related to her, she was her great-aunt.
The old woman became her mother and teacher and,
as all of the surviving women, she was instructed
to teach her the arts of serving and serving well.
Eventually the girl would be at the service of the
empire, in the house of a Roman family. |
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| Red Feline was dragged through
the glass covered balcony, her skirt was gone, one shoe
got hooked on a nail, it came off. She was almost conscious
but very confused and groggy, she couldn't scream. She
didn't understand what was happening, she could see
the yard below the balcony, the broken windows across.
She felt the broken glass under her leg. The man
was walking slowly, taking his time as he dragged
the young woman to a room she did not visit on her
exploration, one she had ignored thinking that it
was empty like the rest of the house. |
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The floor was covered
with broken glass, that's how we found it.
It was filthy, no time to clean it. Too
bad, we thought, poor Camille, she was going
to be dragged through that floor, without
the benefit of a stunt or any protection.
There were nails sticking up from the old
wooden floor and tons of splinters. Ugly,
very ugly. But Camille is a sport. She was
when we were shooting another film and the
scene called for her to roll down a cliff
almost naked. The shooting instructions
were that we would shoot as if she already
rolled down. When JJ asked to put make up
on her, dirt and stuff, to show that she
rolled down she asked; "why don't I roll
down? " "You can get hurt", we told her.
I'll be careful, she said. Are you sure?
JJ asked fearfully. Yes ... she insisted.
So we went ahead and shot her rolling down
the cliff. An amazing scene which we had
to repeat five times to get all the necessary
shots for the editing. So I wasn't surprised
when Camille let herself be dragged over
that nasty floor. Margot
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Being hit over the head wasn't bad,
being grabbed all around while laying "unconscious"
wasn't bad either, in fact when JJ grabbed
my breast when I was playing dead it was
fun, I was already excited after the masturbation
scene, so I could've made love with him
right there, but no. We were working. He
grabbed my wrists and pulled me up, dragging
me all the way through the long corridor.
All that broken glass was under me, I could
feel it pinching sometimes. I was lucky
I didn't get cut at all. I trusted JJ, he
was holding me up, only my shoes were scraping
the floor, but my wrists were killing me.
Slowly I realized that the torture was getting
a bit too real. The pain was real. But,
again, we went through this already so I
knew what to expect. It was going to hurt.
Camille
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