While Rebekah did as Gabriel suggested, he laughed to himself.  She was really doing it.  He may not have been able to take full control of her, but she was certainly suggestible enough.  He began to wonder how he could take advantage of the situation, curling up on the bed and laying his tail across his thigh.<em>What?</em><br/><br/>It was happening again; his mind was slipping into hers.  It seemed that as soon as he stopped thinking about it, he submerged into her consciousness.  It was still extremely unsettling.  Brushing it from his mind, he began pondering again.  It was nice to be able to just lie there, with no struggle... He could really feel her, every inch of her feline body relaxed on the soft covers.  Reaching out a little, he could feel how soft her skin was, how warm from the exertion of running, and he explored a little further.  Gabriel wanted so badly to be able to move her limbs, to use her own hands to touch her, to explore every part of her gorgeous body.  She had always been beautiful, but now... Always?  When was always?  Time seemed to stretch out beyond reckoning to Gabe, and he had trouble remembering... Remembering what, he wasn't sure.<br/><br/>Such a strange feeling, he thought, and shrugged it off as he returned his attention to the beautiful catgirl he was inhabiting.  The image of her beautiful body sprawled out lazily across the bed, legs spread as she explored herself shamelessly played itself out in his mind, and he slipped further and further away from himself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Djinn continued to grin as she denied him further, but he did not speak.  His grip on the material of her ethereal gown tightened, and slowly his smile began to falter, becoming almost manic before every muscle in his upper body and arms seemed to tense and contract.  The sheer cloth would not burn, no matter how hard he tried, darkening ever so slightly and nothing more.  With a howling growl he ripped at it, trying to tear the offensive material away from his sight.  His grin was gone, a furious, almost desperate look in its place.<br/><br/>"Why won't you suffer!?!  I will break you!  I swear it!  You will beg me to have mercy on you, angel!"  His chest heaved with maddened breaths, and the tendrils of smoke holding her tightened further, constricting around her.  Red-orange flame hazed into solidity, dancing and flicking in a circle around her and growing rapidly.  There was no mirth to be found on the Djinn's face.<br/><br/>Whereas the binds of smoke had moved as one so far, they instead began to move independent of each other now.  Twisting and pulling, they began to urge her body to contort in increasingly unnatural positions, the glowing heat of the flames growing every moment.  They began to pull at her neck and knees, and press at her lower back, forcing her to bend backwards as they caressed every curve of her body.