<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Stress_position.jpg)</div>When Lijuan doesn't quickly respond, Darius presumes she's properly dazzled by the limo's lights and luxury, and smiles broadly at her: "Jus' what I like," he chuckles: "a lady who's let me make her choices for her!" He slips his near arm gently around her shoulders and then, as, obedient to Dimitri's orders, she relaxes into the embrace, he tightens his hold, pulling her head and shoulders over his lap as he slides all the way back in his seat and pushes the hem of her skirt up to grasp her thigh just above the knee. His huge hand encircles Lijuan's leg completely as, with irresistible downward pressure, he forces her to her knees on the thick carpet, facing away from the bench with her back to him, and traps her torso between his spread legs. His hands grip both her upper arms and raise them straight up over her head. "Relax now 'n' don' be 'feared," he murmurs, bending his head close to her ear so she can feel the heat and moisture of his breath, "an' it's gonna feel<em>real</em>better soon..."<br/><br/>Darius nuzzles Lijuan's hair as he lifts his head away, then slides both his hands up her arms to the wrists and easily grasps both in one hand, so he now has his other hand free and Lijuan is still immobile, arms stretched straight up, locked kneeling by the pressure of Darius' knees against the sides of her ribcage. He pulls her joined wrists up and back, forcing her spine to arch, leans his head forward and to one side so she's looking upside-down into his face, shadowed by bars and columns of dangling dreadlocks, and says, in a tone of stern warning, "Now you jus' hol' real still now, an' everythin' be all right..." he frowns  "bu' you go twitchin' an' kickin' roun,'', and it's gon' be ver'<em>ver</em>' bad!"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Needle_tip.jpg)</div>He brings his free hand into her view: it holds a large glass hypodermic, half-full of dark fluid, purplish  with scarlet shimmers in the red and lavender light, and as Lijuan's eyes widen at the sinister promise of the slant-cut needle-tip, he stretches her arms tighter overhead, brushes the hard, cool barrel of the needle sideways across her parted lips, and then scratches the tip lightly downward, scribing a fine, red stroke on Lijuan;s caramel skin: from mouth-corner over chin and under jaw, down her throat's valley where her larynx emerges from surrounding muscle to the hollow at the base, from there sidewards along her collarbone and, at her shoulder, downward again into the sensitive hollow of her exposed underarm.<br/><br/>"Now<em>this</em>the delicate part," Darius says, visible  in the periphery of Lijuan's vision as a dark mass of still coils of hair, his voice tense with concentration as the needle makes tiny, exploratory pricks in the taut skin of her armpit, "'cause there be one nice big vein here, the su'clavian, it call,' bu' there also be one great art'ry, an' if we prick that 'stead, then goodbye, baby!" He turns and licks the inner surface of Lijuan's arm from pit to elbow, "B't I think we got it now... s' jus' you<em>Sssshhh!</em>" and with a hiss of discharging tension, Darius advances the needle deep into Lijuan's armpit, under the muscle that supports her breast, along the margin of her first rib, through the elastic, nerve-rich tunic and into the fluid lumen of her subclavian vein.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Armpit_inject.jpg)</div>"That be the one," he says with pride, as he retracts the plunger to draw into view the light-red blood that confirms he hasn't breached the artery, "an' now..."  he thumbs back the plunger to draw still more, and waits patiently for Lijuan's blood to blend with the heroin-cocaine speedball in the needle's barrel, "... now comin' the good part....jus'<em>huusshhh!</em>" and with a deep sigh of completion, depresses the plunger, feeding the mixture into her vein.<br/><br/>At last, the barrel empty, he withdraws the needle, sets the hypo aside and, with his hand free again, unzips Lijuan's gown down the front. His hand roams over her upper body, massaging especially deeply around her shoulders to speed the flow of the drugs to her heart and brain, but he also caresses her breasts, rolls and pinches her nipples, and presses his fingertips deep into the softness of her belly and the breathing corrugations of her ribs. Then he moves his hand back up to her breasts and throat and, as he does so, twists Lijuan halfway around so now, still kneeling, she's caught between his thighs with one just under her breasts and the other behind her shoulderblades, her arms still held outstretched, but now more horizontally, to tighten her back's arch. And Lijuan's head, which, as the drug feeds in, has drooped back and down toward the top of his thigh, suddenly -- as his legs close hard to squeeze her ribcage and force her breath out in a<em>whoosh!</em>-- rises to meet his kiss.<br/><br/>As their mouths meet, he releases her wrists and grips her by the hair.