Post by Desiree Taylor on Feb 6, 2011 2:19:11 GMT -6
Awwwww wasn't that a touching scene?
Gag.
Like everything else you do. It's just another pile of look at me I'm Sandy Dee crap coming out of you. I checked the tape you know. You know, with you and Kyle.. Right before you started your slutdom..
You looked like you were smilin' pretty big there.
Couple people from Vegas remember you walking out of Andrews hotel room.
Smilin' pretty big there too.
So I guess the only reason you smile is when you're manipulating men to get what you want huh? Got a big old grin plastered on your face when you know the guy's pretty much in your pocket eh? Look at Rob, willing to die for your dead fish piece of tail...
Perfect, exactly where we want him.
You know Zelda.. my daddy hit me too.. does that mean I get to be a shallow using piece of trash like you? Can I walk around with my head so far up my own ass I can watch myself digest breakfast like you? Can I rally a crowd behind me cuz my home life was sooo bad, then spit in their faces and become a stupid stuck up skank like you? Oh pretty pretty pretty please?
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggg.
It's amazing how people bought into your crap. When the odds are stacked against you, you expect everyone to rally around Zeldaberg.. "Oh, this is my legend".. no, this is your pile of horse****. Then something bad happens and you piss and moan and cry about it, expecting everyone you just insulted to run to you with a comforting hug. It's sickening to watch really, especially just after eating.
Oh, but I'm soooo jealous right.
That's all you ever say. "These other women just want my spot"... please.. only thing I want out of you is a pretty little corpse, eyes staring sightlessly up at the sky. Hell, aside from you, all of these other women bore the crap out of me, so there won't be much reason to stick around after this is all over. I don't want to kill you because of your "spot".. I just hate everything you are, were or have ever stood for.
Liar.
Cheater.
Manipulator.
Congratulations. In a quest to be different from the pack, you've turned into a carbon copy of everyone else. Yay.. Go you!
Hatehatehatehatehatehatehate!
Just wanted to make that clear. I don't have to outwrestle you Zelda. I don't have to overpower you. I don't have to outmaneuver you. All I have to do, is take all the punishment you can give, until your pretty little body runs out of steam. Then, all my sweet sweet blissful fun will be over.. and the work begins. Make your amends..
Say your goodbyes..
Game over, princess.
You are out of continues.
[/center]Gag.
Like everything else you do. It's just another pile of look at me I'm Sandy Dee crap coming out of you. I checked the tape you know. You know, with you and Kyle.. Right before you started your slutdom..
You looked like you were smilin' pretty big there.
Couple people from Vegas remember you walking out of Andrews hotel room.
Smilin' pretty big there too.
So I guess the only reason you smile is when you're manipulating men to get what you want huh? Got a big old grin plastered on your face when you know the guy's pretty much in your pocket eh? Look at Rob, willing to die for your dead fish piece of tail...
Perfect, exactly where we want him.
You know Zelda.. my daddy hit me too.. does that mean I get to be a shallow using piece of trash like you? Can I walk around with my head so far up my own ass I can watch myself digest breakfast like you? Can I rally a crowd behind me cuz my home life was sooo bad, then spit in their faces and become a stupid stuck up skank like you? Oh pretty pretty pretty please?
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggg.
It's amazing how people bought into your crap. When the odds are stacked against you, you expect everyone to rally around Zeldaberg.. "Oh, this is my legend".. no, this is your pile of horse****. Then something bad happens and you piss and moan and cry about it, expecting everyone you just insulted to run to you with a comforting hug. It's sickening to watch really, especially just after eating.
Oh, but I'm soooo jealous right.
That's all you ever say. "These other women just want my spot"... please.. only thing I want out of you is a pretty little corpse, eyes staring sightlessly up at the sky. Hell, aside from you, all of these other women bore the crap out of me, so there won't be much reason to stick around after this is all over. I don't want to kill you because of your "spot".. I just hate everything you are, were or have ever stood for.
Liar.
Cheater.
Manipulator.
Congratulations. In a quest to be different from the pack, you've turned into a carbon copy of everyone else. Yay.. Go you!
Hatehatehatehatehatehatehate!
Just wanted to make that clear. I don't have to outwrestle you Zelda. I don't have to overpower you. I don't have to outmaneuver you. All I have to do, is take all the punishment you can give, until your pretty little body runs out of steam. Then, all my sweet sweet blissful fun will be over.. and the work begins. Make your amends..
Say your goodbyes..
Game over, princess.
You are out of continues.
Maniac stood in front of the window, staring outside. He was naked from the waist up, his torso adored with battle scars from his long career. Behind him, Desiree was sitting up on the bed, facing away from the camera. Her back was also a mass of scars, but for other reasons.
Tell me something, my pet..
Yes?
The camera cut to just Maniac as Desiree stood up, to cover the naughty bits cuz the censors suck ass.
How did you end up in the control of Gabriel?
How we met.. or when did I decide to follow him?
Tell the whole story...
Well... my father was the type of man who wanted things his way. He wanted what he wanted, and when he didn't get it, he would get angry. He wanted everything yesterday, before he said it.. that sort of thing. Heaven forbid I didn't hear, or didn't understand.. those kinds of beatings were worse.
Did you like it?
Then? No. I wasn't always like this. Anyway, I was getting beaten pretty regularly.. it started as "get me a coffee, Sally.." and if I wasn't on my feet and moving in a second, he was deciding what part of me he was going to hit.
Sally? Really? Kinda glad for the change.
He was smart... guess it was experience from his last family.. stayed away from hitting me in the face. Back.. stomach.. thighs.. upper arms.. all places where the bruises couldn't be seen easily. It got worse when I grew breasts.. he loved to hit those.. as well as my backside. Just a cover for his perversions I guess..
Maniac turned to her, watching her stare in a full length mirror, clutching a silk robe around her. Her eyes were hollow as she recalled the memories, no pain or sadness, just emptiness.
Anyway, when I turned sixteen I made the mistake of trying to dodge a swing, and he caught me on the cheek, blackening my eye. I thought I had him.. I told people he was abusive..
Is that how you got away?
No.. bastard put my little brother on the stand, made him lie that my father was a good man and we had gotten into a sibling scuffle, and thats how my eye got blackened. Even went so far as to paint me as a rebel who just wanted to have my sweet saint of a daddy locked up because he wouldn't buy me a car.. made the whole thing my fault.
So what happened?
I bided my time.. being as good as I could be. It didn't help me to not get hit. I started hitting myself, toughening myself up.. that's when..
You started to like it..
Yes. I used it to give myself power. One night I found myself trying to get hit, because I was enjoying the hell out of it. Then he locked me in the shed.. I escaped, and ran the **** as far away as I could get.
She turned to face him.
I won't go into detail about the.. "things" I had to do just to stay alive. But let's just say that after one fellow decided to repay me for my favor with his fists...
Oh, so she was a... I get it.
They found him in an alley, too tired to hit me anymore. I was standing there, face all bloody, screaming for him to get up.. I was just getting hot.. that's when they found me..
Gabriel?
No. The owners of a little nightclub called Pain. They hired me.. gave me a little hovel to live in and food to eat. In return I performed twice a night, getting undressed on stage and using all sorts of clamps, hot candle wax.. lots of fun stuff.. that's where he found me.
And where he "saved" you?
She nodded.
I was bored of it really.. there was no interaction, just me on stage and a bunch of people playing with themselves in the dark around it. I thought maybe he was all old testament, and I tested the hell out of him at first. He did all sorts of old bible ways of punishment, and for a while it was great. But in the end, he wasn't doing it to please me.. so I got bored.. and played the good girl..
Until I came along..
She nodded again, and moved closer, clinging to him.
I don't hate Gabriel. I know he tried to honestly help me. But I didn't need help. I needed you.
Do you miss him?
Sometimes. I think if he had just listened to you, he'd of come to an understanding. And maybe even joined us.
He held her to him, not saying anything for several long heartbeats. Then he released her, taking her hand.
Come, let us eat. "Punishing" you always makes me hunger.
End.
See, you aren't the only one who's ever hurt...
Do I expect you to care? No.
I expect you to degress to a twelve year old and make stupid jokes.
I expect you to fail to understand why I told that story.
You were hurt, and you turned it into a "woe is me" drama story.
I was hurt, I turned it into power.
I didn't have a white knight to come to my rescue.
I didn't need one either.
You can't be the pinnacle of a strong woman, when you rely on someone else to save you all the time.
Yet every week, it's "Zelda's so strong".
That is why I hate you.
I don't care if you don't understand.
Understanding isn't a requirement for obedience.
Didn't your daddy teach you anything..?
[/center]Do I expect you to care? No.
I expect you to degress to a twelve year old and make stupid jokes.
I expect you to fail to understand why I told that story.
You were hurt, and you turned it into a "woe is me" drama story.
I was hurt, I turned it into power.
I didn't have a white knight to come to my rescue.
I didn't need one either.
You can't be the pinnacle of a strong woman, when you rely on someone else to save you all the time.
Yet every week, it's "Zelda's so strong".
That is why I hate you.
I don't care if you don't understand.
Understanding isn't a requirement for obedience.
Didn't your daddy teach you anything..?