Post by Dorian Wolvenskorn on Sept 13, 2010 21:23:04 GMT -6
The scene opens up showing Dorian walking with a young red head who looks like she is in her twenties. They are both dressed impecably well for a night out to a show. The girl is wobbly and unsteady, seeming very drunk. Dorian shows no signs of inhibition, except for those caused by having to help hold the girl up. They are walking on the sidewalk in the middle of a city.
"So, big wrestler-man, are you worried about your first match?" the young girl asks Dorian.
"Not at all, dear, not at all. I'm not worried in the slightest," he responded.
"Why not?" the young girl ask, with a slight slur coming into her voice as she stumbled down the sidewalk.
"Because, my dear, what I have as an advantage is intelligence!" he says with a slightly mocking tone to his voice. "I'm not easily outmatched when it comes to physical skill either. No, I'm not worried at all."
After a brief silence, the girl asks, "Where are we going again?"
"We are going to a show, my dear," responds Dorian, "to see one of my favorites, Les Miserables."
"It sounds boring. Why can't we just go see a movie?"
"Because, dearest Susan, movies are for the lowly peasantry, not for the aristocracy, such as myself. How about this, if you behave during the show, then I shall take you back to my place for dinner. How does that sound?"
"Mmmh, sounds like a treat. What are we having to eat?"
Dorian says with a fake British accent, "Why, you my dear!"
They both laugh as they enter the theatre. The screen blacks out, and opens once more inside a very fancy hotel. We again see Dorian with his arm around Susan walking down the hall.
"Wow! This place is really nice," Susan says, her words slurring. She is stumbling around more than she was earlier. "I've never seen any place this nice before."
"And you probably never will again," Dorian responds with a pleasant smile. "Come, here's my room," he says, producing a key card from inside his jacket.
Once the door opens, they walk inside, and she turns to him, and kisses him very passionately.
"You taste good, you know that?" Susan says to Dorian.
"That's a switch. Normally I'm the one saying that," he responds with a small smirk.
"Oh, you're such a jokester! I bet you can't wait to get a real taste of me," she says with a wink and a sly smile.
"You have no idea."
The screen blacks out once more, opening for the final time, panning around Dorian's suite, starting in his bedroom, moving into the living room area, and finally into the kitchen. He is nowhere to be seen, but his voice is heard coming from the kitchen.
"I was very glad to have you for dinner, Susan. I can't wait to have even more tomorrow night. My appetite for you just cannot be sated until I've eaten you all up! I know you've never felt anything likek that before, it's fairly unusual. My tastes are strange, to say the least. Ah, but listen to me prattle on, I must retire to bed. After all, my first match at nCw is coming up. I can't afford to lose sleep this week. No no no, don't worry, I will be fine. As I said before, it'll be easy."
The camera finally reaches the kitchen, showin Dorian's back to the camera, picking up a clear plastic container. The camera moves to beside him as he opens the refrigerator door and looks at the container.
"Good night, Susan," he says to the container. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Dorian places the container inside the fridge, and taps the door to close. As the door slowly closes, the camera moves to directly in front of the refrigerator, showing around fifty clear containers containing what appears to be meat floating in a dark red liquid, all labeled with sharpie written on tape. The camera slowly zooms in on the container that was just put into the fridge, and we see that it has written on it "Susan Murphy, age 21, best well done". Blackout.
"So, big wrestler-man, are you worried about your first match?" the young girl asks Dorian.
"Not at all, dear, not at all. I'm not worried in the slightest," he responded.
"Why not?" the young girl ask, with a slight slur coming into her voice as she stumbled down the sidewalk.
"Because, my dear, what I have as an advantage is intelligence!" he says with a slightly mocking tone to his voice. "I'm not easily outmatched when it comes to physical skill either. No, I'm not worried at all."
After a brief silence, the girl asks, "Where are we going again?"
"We are going to a show, my dear," responds Dorian, "to see one of my favorites, Les Miserables."
"It sounds boring. Why can't we just go see a movie?"
"Because, dearest Susan, movies are for the lowly peasantry, not for the aristocracy, such as myself. How about this, if you behave during the show, then I shall take you back to my place for dinner. How does that sound?"
"Mmmh, sounds like a treat. What are we having to eat?"
Dorian says with a fake British accent, "Why, you my dear!"
They both laugh as they enter the theatre. The screen blacks out, and opens once more inside a very fancy hotel. We again see Dorian with his arm around Susan walking down the hall.
"Wow! This place is really nice," Susan says, her words slurring. She is stumbling around more than she was earlier. "I've never seen any place this nice before."
"And you probably never will again," Dorian responds with a pleasant smile. "Come, here's my room," he says, producing a key card from inside his jacket.
Once the door opens, they walk inside, and she turns to him, and kisses him very passionately.
"You taste good, you know that?" Susan says to Dorian.
"That's a switch. Normally I'm the one saying that," he responds with a small smirk.
"Oh, you're such a jokester! I bet you can't wait to get a real taste of me," she says with a wink and a sly smile.
"You have no idea."
The screen blacks out once more, opening for the final time, panning around Dorian's suite, starting in his bedroom, moving into the living room area, and finally into the kitchen. He is nowhere to be seen, but his voice is heard coming from the kitchen.
"I was very glad to have you for dinner, Susan. I can't wait to have even more tomorrow night. My appetite for you just cannot be sated until I've eaten you all up! I know you've never felt anything likek that before, it's fairly unusual. My tastes are strange, to say the least. Ah, but listen to me prattle on, I must retire to bed. After all, my first match at nCw is coming up. I can't afford to lose sleep this week. No no no, don't worry, I will be fine. As I said before, it'll be easy."
The camera finally reaches the kitchen, showin Dorian's back to the camera, picking up a clear plastic container. The camera moves to beside him as he opens the refrigerator door and looks at the container.
"Good night, Susan," he says to the container. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Dorian places the container inside the fridge, and taps the door to close. As the door slowly closes, the camera moves to directly in front of the refrigerator, showing around fifty clear containers containing what appears to be meat floating in a dark red liquid, all labeled with sharpie written on tape. The camera slowly zooms in on the container that was just put into the fridge, and we see that it has written on it "Susan Murphy, age 21, best well done". Blackout.