Post by sephoraeastwick on Dec 7, 2018 8:07:27 GMT -6
Blurry cellphone footage appears on the screen; a shaky movement on the screen in the dark travels down a hotel hallway; some sounds off camera can be heard, scratching and clicking until eventually the door opens, inside the room is just as dark as the hallway. Whoever is holding the camera moves through the room quickly, walking over to the bed. Sound asleep in the bed is the Millennium GM Gianluigi Vaccaro. A tattooed hand reaches out and wakes him from his slumber, as he jolts awake and sits up in beds the same hand slaps hard over his mouth, silencing any words before he can speak.
The person holding the cellphone reaches in close, her hand sliding from his mouth to grabs a handful of hair and yanks him from the bed, a knee coming up to strike under his chin and knocking him to the floor. After a bit of movement, the cellphone is propped up to record what follows.
Sephora Eastwick can just be made out in the darkness; she takes her boots to him, rolling him over onto his back before she drops down beside him, wrapping her hands up in his hair once again, she yanks his head back and leans in close, her voice coming out as almost a growl.
“I said we were gonna fucking talk… You think this is all some joke? That you can fuck with me and there won’t be consequences? I am fucking done being your caged animal Gian. And if you think you can censor and control me? Then you’re in for a SHOCK.”
With that word she drives a cattle prod into his ribs, the weapon whirs to life and the crackling sound of electricity is head before his whole body jolts and shudders, once she seems happy with the effects she pulls the prod back and strikes him across the face with it. Straightening up to a standing position, Sephora looks down at him before snatching up the cellphone.
She takes a moment to zoom in close on his face, laughing softly before spitting on him, leaving him a beaten mess, the camera feed cuts out to black as the sound of footsteps leaving the room can be heard and the final sound, the fire alarm being pulled before the audio cuts as well.
The person holding the cellphone reaches in close, her hand sliding from his mouth to grabs a handful of hair and yanks him from the bed, a knee coming up to strike under his chin and knocking him to the floor. After a bit of movement, the cellphone is propped up to record what follows.
Sephora Eastwick can just be made out in the darkness; she takes her boots to him, rolling him over onto his back before she drops down beside him, wrapping her hands up in his hair once again, she yanks his head back and leans in close, her voice coming out as almost a growl.
“I said we were gonna fucking talk… You think this is all some joke? That you can fuck with me and there won’t be consequences? I am fucking done being your caged animal Gian. And if you think you can censor and control me? Then you’re in for a SHOCK.”
With that word she drives a cattle prod into his ribs, the weapon whirs to life and the crackling sound of electricity is head before his whole body jolts and shudders, once she seems happy with the effects she pulls the prod back and strikes him across the face with it. Straightening up to a standing position, Sephora looks down at him before snatching up the cellphone.
She takes a moment to zoom in close on his face, laughing softly before spitting on him, leaving him a beaten mess, the camera feed cuts out to black as the sound of footsteps leaving the room can be heard and the final sound, the fire alarm being pulled before the audio cuts as well.