Post by Eternity on Jul 21, 2013 0:47:38 GMT
This was the fifth day of Tiffany Jones' disappearance and as each day passed you had grown steadily and steadily more concerned for her safety. Against your better judgment, you seek me out, call for me, you seek to enter my world, not for yourself but for Tiffany.
You are concerned for her safety even as you've tried to distract yourself with your stack of Doritos and Mountain Dew as you sit in front of the television today looking for some distraction, any distraction, mindlessly flipping through the channels, anything to take your mind off the horrors of your overactive imagination as you can only imagine how your favourite IWF interviewer is doing in whatever deep dank hole Eternity has stored her in.
In your desperation, on Friday you had even logged on to IWF.com and voted in the polls as to who you thought would win the title and become the first ever Diamond's World Champion. You don't know the logic and rationale for the other IWF fans voting the way they did, you only knew your own and when you had voted, you had only added to Eternity's landslide victory in the polls.
Perhaps the other fans felt as you did, that with your vote you were sending a clear message to the company, almost pleading with Miss Lockheart and Mr De Montford and whoever else made these kinds of executive decisions that they should just give the belt to Eternity, after all that kind of thing helped usually helped appease most wrestlers. Maybe if they just gave her the belt, Tiffany would be released, your vote for Eternity on IWF.com was a vote for Tiffany's freedom, but unfortunately in real wrestling titles weren't decided by votes, real wrestling wasn't like an efed, IWF wasn't like an efed, although right now you wished it was, you could just write Tiffany out of her predicament then...
How cool would that be?
You sigh, unfortunately this was real life and all of this was out of your hands, all you could do was watch and wait and hope after Lineage that things would be different, even as you had voted for Eternity, you hoped and prayed for Kathleen Conway to beat her and set her sister free, you didn't usually like Kathy, but in this case she was the lesser of two evils. If it were up to you though, you'd want to see Jessica Reed survive all of the odds, just because you were a sucker for a great underdog story, and out of the four possibilities, she struck you as the greatest underdog and therefore your personal favourite to win the whole thing, though you dare not tell Eternity when you see her next. You weren't THAT stupid...
It was then that the IWF signal feed went to static, followed by a message across your television screen.
In front of Princess Jessie, her plate was full of green peas. In front of Princesses Alison and Kate, their plates were empty, and in front of Tiffany Jones, unknown to her as she was blindfolded was a mound of dirt crawling with worms. The other thing you noticed about Tiffany Jones because you noticed things like that and were naturally curious was that she looked like she hadn't eaten, or more likely judging by what was on her plate refused to eat in days.
Coupled with the rather strange fact Tiffany's blouse was half way unbuttoned so you could quite clearly see down her cleavage and observe that she was wearing a rather nice lacey black bra, you were left with the dilemma of not knowing whether to be incredibly disturbed or incredibly aroused by what you saw.
You see me walk over to Tiffany and bend down to address her, whispering in her ear.
You have company, and they're royalty, they're real princesses and if you promise not to embarrass me or Barbie in front of them again, I will let you see and speak again. Do you understand?
Tiffany nods, slightly whimpering as she does so.
You see me remove her blindfold first, and she squints her eyes as they adjust to the light, you see me then rip away without remorse the duct tape around her mouth as she lets out a yelp. She notes that her wrists are still bound behind her and that her legs are still tied so she can't escape even if she wanted to, in her exhausted state, her hair is all messed up and she looks around at the 'guests' at her table, before throwing her head back and looking at her captor with teary eyes. With a whisper she manages to splutter out three words.
Tiffany: Let...me...go...
You see me shake my finger in her face and then my head.
Ah, ah, ah...manners. You're not getting anything until you say the magic word.
Tiffany: ...Pleeeassse....
You see me cock my head to the side and you could only hope that I was genuinely considering it. After a few tense moments both for you and for her, the eerie silence is broken and hopes dashed.
Nope...not good enough. Besides you haven't even touched your food. What kind of ungrateful dinner host would I be if I sent you home on an empty stomach? My mommy taught me better than that. Always be nice to your guests she said, even if they are ungrateful jerks.
You see me then turn to address Princess Jessie.
I apologise for the rudeness of Miss Chloe here, she's just a commoner, forgive her, she's not used to addressing royalty. She's new here and not yet used to the way things are done around here. May I inquire though your Highness, why you haven't even touched your greens? My mommy always said nobody gets any dessert until they've eaten all their vegetables. Look at Princesses Alison and Kate, they love eating their greens, they devour them and look it is making them stronger. Both Alison and Kate are starting to fill out whilst you still look so paper thin and sketchy. Especially Kate, look at her, don't you want wonderful hair like hers? Eat your greens or there will be no ice-cream for you! I don't want you to faint on your way home, I want you to go all the way there. Do you really want to be beaten home by Princesses Alison and Kate?
No. Well then eat your peas. Quickly! Quick! Quick!
What do you mean its not a race? Princess Alison and Princess Kate certainly think it is, they're racing to get to their crown first like some demented Youtube commenter. FIRST! BEST! I know you think life is an adventure and you're just happy to be here as the youngest and most inexperienced princess of them all, but they don't. Princess Alison and Princess Kate want you to be serious, they're laughing at you, they say you don't deserve it, that you lack the drive to do all that is necessary to cope with all that's been put on your plate. They're giggling because they're both bullies who underestimate you. They say you're as green as those peas and that the only thing you're good at is playing pretend, they say that's the only way you'll ever be a real Princess. By pretending to be one, by dressing up. Show them they're wrong and then we can play together, I promise. You'd like that wouldn't you?
I knew you would. Eat up, eat up, grow up to be big and strong and if you do. I'll show you some more of my magic tricks when we play together!
You see me turn my head back and forth between Princesses Alison and Kate.
Alright, alright, settle down you two! I haven't forgotten! I know I promised you some magic too if you cleaned your plate, and I will keep my promise, but only if you two behave and stop shouting at each other about who is married to the most devastatingly handsome prince, quite frankly none of you are because none of you are married to the most eligible prince of them all, the one whose been waiting seven long years to finally succeed to the throne and rule his kingdom, Prince Joseph. Too bad, he's probably going to be burned to a crisp in his next battle with my most favourite dragon, the one who guards my kingdom and is so noble that he has never once dishonoured my virtue, even though he is most welcome to try.
What do you mean I don't have a kingdom Alison? What do you mean I will never be a Princess and that I cannot marry a beautiful dragon like Lex! I can if I want to! When I'm a Princess, I will be able to do anything I want, no matter how crazy or out of this world! Princesses can do anything they want! They can! Ask Chloe, she wants to be a Princess, don't you Chloe? Tell them, it's okay. Tell them, they'll understand. She's a little shy but the truth is, she's waited her whole life for somebody to find her glass slipper. That's why, even now she's so desperately waiting for her handsome prince to come and rescue her, aren't you?
You see me turn my head back towards Tiffany as if waiting for an answer but Tiffany says nothing. You see me turn my head to face Jessie again.
Actually Princess Jessie, you might like Chloe, you two have so much in common. Her daddy always compared her to her bigger, meaner, tougher sister too, and just like your sister Hannah, Choe's sister Kathy built her kingdom not through hard work and dedication like you want to but rather by finding the richest, most handsome Prince she could and marrying him, and just to make sure her future was always secure, she was devious enough to quickly have his babies. Babies Chloe wanted for herself so badly that she even pretended that Kathy's babies were her own!
I know, its so sad, isn't it?
What's that Princess Jessie? You really don't want your peas and the way Chloe's staring at them is putting you off? She can have them if she wants? Well, isn't that nice of you?
You see me turn to Tiffany.
Isn't that nice of her, Chloe?
Tiffany: ...Yes...
Do you want Jessie's peas?
Tiffany: ...Yes...
Awww, but you haven't even touched your dinner yet. What about that? I'll tell you what, if you be a good girl, and have just a teeny weeny bit of your food...then you can have Jessie's peas okay? All of them...see how nice I am? I look after my guests...
Tiffany: .....Why?
Why what? Why do I want you to eat worms and dirt? We've been through this! You really should listen better and stop passing out, its very rude! You can thank your big sister Kathy for that, just like you can thank Ashley for you being here, I hate having my intentions questioned. Ashley obviously wanted to know what I do for attention, here's my answer, I hope she likes it...see Jessica was wrong too! They're all wrong! None of them know me, and none of them will know me until its too late! This isn't about getting inside Kathy's head to beat her, I hate to break it to both of you, but neither of you are that special to me. No, this about your fear, you're absolute worst fear and why you won't confront it.
I just want to help you, the same way all those men in white coats tried to help me. Life, like you're so fond of living and sesperately clinging onto like it means something to anyone, is all about learning lessons and passing on those lessons to others, and you Chloe, you need to learn that when it comes right down to it, nobody is there for you, not family, not friends. Nobody is going to be there for you, nobody is going to save you like nobody ever saved me. When I was locked away in my tower, no dashing white knight came to save me. Nobody I loved came to save me. And nobody you love is going to save you.
The doctors, the counselors, they all told me the same thing, to move on. To deal with my loss and my fear of dying alone. To embrace it, immersion therapy they called it, to surround myself in all that represents my worst fear, until I no longer fear it, until my mind has acclimatized itself to it. So now, here I am, I no longer fear death, I embrace it, I skip merrily in its shadow and occasionally we play hop scotch, tic tac toe and even chess, though Death really sucks at Poker. Apparently he always draws the Dead Man's Hand.
According to your psychological evaluation for IWF by Dr Riley, your absolute worst fear is being buried alive! The thought of all those squiggly earthworms burrowing in and out of your every orifice makes you squirm doesn't it?
Tiffany: ...How?
How do I know? Oh you probably mean all that doctor patient confidentiality stuff, right? Yeah, about that? Funny thing actually, you'll laugh when I tell you. Apparently that all that stuff goes right out the window when you're forced to choke on mysterious plumes of red smoke that inexplicably fill your office during one of your regularly scheduled appointments. Who knew it was that easy? Dr Riley even was nice enough to say he'd clear me for the next three months if I just made it stop.
I said six.
He said no, three.
I said no, six.
He said th-th-th...ree.
I said sur-sur-six.
He said, well actually he said nothing after that, he just kinda coughed, turned a pretty shade of rose and nodded most agreeably with me. How could I refuse such a generous offer? Such a nice man, and so thoughtful and compliant especially after he gets his breath back. Kinda reminds me of daddy actually.
You see me smile, perhaps for the first time, at least the first time you can remember. It seemed...genuine...warm...odd, and then you remember that you have been fooled by my smile before.
So go on then, laugh! Just like we practiced.
Tiffany: HA! HAHA! HA! HAHAHA! HA!
HUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me clap my hands and hear me squeal in delight.
Excellent...for a beginner. Don't worry though I will make you an expert.
So now, its time to face your fears Chloe. And thanks once again to your big sister who really has done a remarkable job of looking out for you so far, hasn't she? Once a person has an idea rattling about in their head, they're consumed by it, so if that's true, and fear is just an idea blown way out of perspective, then it stands to reason that before the idea can consume you, you must consume it. So what do you say? Are you up for the challenge? Can you be as brave as your big sister who has already accepted my challenge? Can you be just as brave as her and the other two women who are so nobly preparing to evade defeat this Sunday? Death or glory! How apt that those are their only choices at Lineage as they journey to their final destination.
You see me scoop up a handful of dirt from the plate, with a couple of worms wriggling in it. You see me present it to Tiffany. You see me start to bang out a rhythm with my free hand on the table top.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Tiffany finally relents and leans forward with her mouth open. You watch me through squinted eyes and a with a disgusted look on your face as I stuff the entire handful down her mouth, some of the dirt spilling down her cleavage.
HOORAY!!!!
You see me clap in sheer delight.
That's earned you another story. Did I tell you the one about why I got this tattoo?
Eternity points to the heart under her eye.
No? Well it's a reminder of my first love, Lorik. He was the first boy I ever cried my heart out over. I was fifteen at the time, he was sixteen, he always used to confide in me, I was always there for him when he'd tell me stories of how pretty blonde girls, girls like you, girls who like to get their tits out for camera repair guys when they come over. I suppose I should thank you, it saved me a bundle and nobody had to leave with their pants on fire like they usually do. That wasn't as much fun...but eh, boobs solve everything apparently.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so these sluts always broke his heart. He wouldn't even consider me, he said he didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I knew the truth. It was because I wasn't blonde and my boobs weren't developed enough! That's all men want, isn't it? Shallow bastards! You're so lucky Chloe, you don't even have to try to look pretty...
After trying to hold it in for several minutes, Tiffany has no choice but to vomit all over herself, she coughs as she vomits and she chokes on the acidic burn in the back of her throat.
Oh, I know sister, believe me I know, it makes me sick too!
I guess that means no peas for you!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
See you at Lineage.
Wish me luck.
Next time you see me, we'll have a real reason to celebrate.
Bye for now.
You are concerned for her safety even as you've tried to distract yourself with your stack of Doritos and Mountain Dew as you sit in front of the television today looking for some distraction, any distraction, mindlessly flipping through the channels, anything to take your mind off the horrors of your overactive imagination as you can only imagine how your favourite IWF interviewer is doing in whatever deep dank hole Eternity has stored her in.
In your desperation, on Friday you had even logged on to IWF.com and voted in the polls as to who you thought would win the title and become the first ever Diamond's World Champion. You don't know the logic and rationale for the other IWF fans voting the way they did, you only knew your own and when you had voted, you had only added to Eternity's landslide victory in the polls.
Perhaps the other fans felt as you did, that with your vote you were sending a clear message to the company, almost pleading with Miss Lockheart and Mr De Montford and whoever else made these kinds of executive decisions that they should just give the belt to Eternity, after all that kind of thing helped usually helped appease most wrestlers. Maybe if they just gave her the belt, Tiffany would be released, your vote for Eternity on IWF.com was a vote for Tiffany's freedom, but unfortunately in real wrestling titles weren't decided by votes, real wrestling wasn't like an efed, IWF wasn't like an efed, although right now you wished it was, you could just write Tiffany out of her predicament then...
How cool would that be?
You sigh, unfortunately this was real life and all of this was out of your hands, all you could do was watch and wait and hope after Lineage that things would be different, even as you had voted for Eternity, you hoped and prayed for Kathleen Conway to beat her and set her sister free, you didn't usually like Kathy, but in this case she was the lesser of two evils. If it were up to you though, you'd want to see Jessica Reed survive all of the odds, just because you were a sucker for a great underdog story, and out of the four possibilities, she struck you as the greatest underdog and therefore your personal favourite to win the whole thing, though you dare not tell Eternity when you see her next. You weren't THAT stupid...
It was then that the IWF signal feed went to static, followed by a message across your television screen.
After a few moments of this, the screen flickers to life and into focus and the familiar face of the all your fears manifest stares at you curiously, her head tilted to the side.
Hello???
Is this thing on?
Oh Thank Lucifer, finally!
Damn stupid, cheap, unreliable piece of garbage!
I didn't mean to leave you like that, I'm so sorry.
I didn't even say goodbye last time.
You must think I'm so rude.
My mommy would be so disappointed in me right now. She taught me better than that.
Honest.
Do you forgive me?
Awwwww, thankies, I knew you would! Because you're a real sweetie like that, don't worry I'll make it up to you.
Right now in fact.
See you're just in time to meet some of my friends, I invited them over to keep our new pet company.
Oh word of warning, you may want to bow or curtsy or something, they're really snooty like that.
I don't know, just do whatever feels natural.
You'll be fine as long as you're with me, I promise.
You see me step aside and the room is revealed to have a round dining table set up in the middle of it, still no brighter than the last time you were here, the only source of light once again was purple and four places were set up at the table. A bound gagged and blindfolded Tiffany sat at one of the places. Going around the table clockwise, you take note of the brightly coloured plastic chairs, each a different colour. A yellow one, a pink one and a purple one. The plates were colour coordinated to match the chairs.
On the back of the each, facing the table were pictures of three princesses, each with their names helpfully written in orange crayon on a sticker above the picture.
On the yellow one:
On the pink one:
Hello???
Is this thing on?
Oh Thank Lucifer, finally!
Damn stupid, cheap, unreliable piece of garbage!
I didn't mean to leave you like that, I'm so sorry.
I didn't even say goodbye last time.
You must think I'm so rude.
My mommy would be so disappointed in me right now. She taught me better than that.
Honest.
Do you forgive me?
Awwwww, thankies, I knew you would! Because you're a real sweetie like that, don't worry I'll make it up to you.
Right now in fact.
See you're just in time to meet some of my friends, I invited them over to keep our new pet company.
Oh word of warning, you may want to bow or curtsy or something, they're really snooty like that.
I don't know, just do whatever feels natural.
You'll be fine as long as you're with me, I promise.
You see me step aside and the room is revealed to have a round dining table set up in the middle of it, still no brighter than the last time you were here, the only source of light once again was purple and four places were set up at the table. A bound gagged and blindfolded Tiffany sat at one of the places. Going around the table clockwise, you take note of the brightly coloured plastic chairs, each a different colour. A yellow one, a pink one and a purple one. The plates were colour coordinated to match the chairs.
On the back of the each, facing the table were pictures of three princesses, each with their names helpfully written in orange crayon on a sticker above the picture.
On the yellow one:
PrInCeSs JeSsIe
On the pink one:
pRiNcEsS AlIsOn
And on the purple one:
PRinCEss KaTe
In front of Princess Jessie, her plate was full of green peas. In front of Princesses Alison and Kate, their plates were empty, and in front of Tiffany Jones, unknown to her as she was blindfolded was a mound of dirt crawling with worms. The other thing you noticed about Tiffany Jones because you noticed things like that and were naturally curious was that she looked like she hadn't eaten, or more likely judging by what was on her plate refused to eat in days.
Coupled with the rather strange fact Tiffany's blouse was half way unbuttoned so you could quite clearly see down her cleavage and observe that she was wearing a rather nice lacey black bra, you were left with the dilemma of not knowing whether to be incredibly disturbed or incredibly aroused by what you saw.
You see me walk over to Tiffany and bend down to address her, whispering in her ear.
You have company, and they're royalty, they're real princesses and if you promise not to embarrass me or Barbie in front of them again, I will let you see and speak again. Do you understand?
Tiffany nods, slightly whimpering as she does so.
You see me remove her blindfold first, and she squints her eyes as they adjust to the light, you see me then rip away without remorse the duct tape around her mouth as she lets out a yelp. She notes that her wrists are still bound behind her and that her legs are still tied so she can't escape even if she wanted to, in her exhausted state, her hair is all messed up and she looks around at the 'guests' at her table, before throwing her head back and looking at her captor with teary eyes. With a whisper she manages to splutter out three words.
Tiffany: Let...me...go...
You see me shake my finger in her face and then my head.
Ah, ah, ah...manners. You're not getting anything until you say the magic word.
Tiffany: ...Pleeeassse....
You see me cock my head to the side and you could only hope that I was genuinely considering it. After a few tense moments both for you and for her, the eerie silence is broken and hopes dashed.
Nope...not good enough. Besides you haven't even touched your food. What kind of ungrateful dinner host would I be if I sent you home on an empty stomach? My mommy taught me better than that. Always be nice to your guests she said, even if they are ungrateful jerks.
You see me then turn to address Princess Jessie.
I apologise for the rudeness of Miss Chloe here, she's just a commoner, forgive her, she's not used to addressing royalty. She's new here and not yet used to the way things are done around here. May I inquire though your Highness, why you haven't even touched your greens? My mommy always said nobody gets any dessert until they've eaten all their vegetables. Look at Princesses Alison and Kate, they love eating their greens, they devour them and look it is making them stronger. Both Alison and Kate are starting to fill out whilst you still look so paper thin and sketchy. Especially Kate, look at her, don't you want wonderful hair like hers? Eat your greens or there will be no ice-cream for you! I don't want you to faint on your way home, I want you to go all the way there. Do you really want to be beaten home by Princesses Alison and Kate?
No. Well then eat your peas. Quickly! Quick! Quick!
What do you mean its not a race? Princess Alison and Princess Kate certainly think it is, they're racing to get to their crown first like some demented Youtube commenter. FIRST! BEST! I know you think life is an adventure and you're just happy to be here as the youngest and most inexperienced princess of them all, but they don't. Princess Alison and Princess Kate want you to be serious, they're laughing at you, they say you don't deserve it, that you lack the drive to do all that is necessary to cope with all that's been put on your plate. They're giggling because they're both bullies who underestimate you. They say you're as green as those peas and that the only thing you're good at is playing pretend, they say that's the only way you'll ever be a real Princess. By pretending to be one, by dressing up. Show them they're wrong and then we can play together, I promise. You'd like that wouldn't you?
I knew you would. Eat up, eat up, grow up to be big and strong and if you do. I'll show you some more of my magic tricks when we play together!
You see me turn my head back and forth between Princesses Alison and Kate.
Alright, alright, settle down you two! I haven't forgotten! I know I promised you some magic too if you cleaned your plate, and I will keep my promise, but only if you two behave and stop shouting at each other about who is married to the most devastatingly handsome prince, quite frankly none of you are because none of you are married to the most eligible prince of them all, the one whose been waiting seven long years to finally succeed to the throne and rule his kingdom, Prince Joseph. Too bad, he's probably going to be burned to a crisp in his next battle with my most favourite dragon, the one who guards my kingdom and is so noble that he has never once dishonoured my virtue, even though he is most welcome to try.
What do you mean I don't have a kingdom Alison? What do you mean I will never be a Princess and that I cannot marry a beautiful dragon like Lex! I can if I want to! When I'm a Princess, I will be able to do anything I want, no matter how crazy or out of this world! Princesses can do anything they want! They can! Ask Chloe, she wants to be a Princess, don't you Chloe? Tell them, it's okay. Tell them, they'll understand. She's a little shy but the truth is, she's waited her whole life for somebody to find her glass slipper. That's why, even now she's so desperately waiting for her handsome prince to come and rescue her, aren't you?
You see me turn my head back towards Tiffany as if waiting for an answer but Tiffany says nothing. You see me turn my head to face Jessie again.
Actually Princess Jessie, you might like Chloe, you two have so much in common. Her daddy always compared her to her bigger, meaner, tougher sister too, and just like your sister Hannah, Choe's sister Kathy built her kingdom not through hard work and dedication like you want to but rather by finding the richest, most handsome Prince she could and marrying him, and just to make sure her future was always secure, she was devious enough to quickly have his babies. Babies Chloe wanted for herself so badly that she even pretended that Kathy's babies were her own!
I know, its so sad, isn't it?
What's that Princess Jessie? You really don't want your peas and the way Chloe's staring at them is putting you off? She can have them if she wants? Well, isn't that nice of you?
You see me turn to Tiffany.
Isn't that nice of her, Chloe?
Tiffany: ...Yes...
Do you want Jessie's peas?
Tiffany: ...Yes...
Awww, but you haven't even touched your dinner yet. What about that? I'll tell you what, if you be a good girl, and have just a teeny weeny bit of your food...then you can have Jessie's peas okay? All of them...see how nice I am? I look after my guests...
Tiffany: .....Why?
Why what? Why do I want you to eat worms and dirt? We've been through this! You really should listen better and stop passing out, its very rude! You can thank your big sister Kathy for that, just like you can thank Ashley for you being here, I hate having my intentions questioned. Ashley obviously wanted to know what I do for attention, here's my answer, I hope she likes it...see Jessica was wrong too! They're all wrong! None of them know me, and none of them will know me until its too late! This isn't about getting inside Kathy's head to beat her, I hate to break it to both of you, but neither of you are that special to me. No, this about your fear, you're absolute worst fear and why you won't confront it.
I just want to help you, the same way all those men in white coats tried to help me. Life, like you're so fond of living and sesperately clinging onto like it means something to anyone, is all about learning lessons and passing on those lessons to others, and you Chloe, you need to learn that when it comes right down to it, nobody is there for you, not family, not friends. Nobody is going to be there for you, nobody is going to save you like nobody ever saved me. When I was locked away in my tower, no dashing white knight came to save me. Nobody I loved came to save me. And nobody you love is going to save you.
The doctors, the counselors, they all told me the same thing, to move on. To deal with my loss and my fear of dying alone. To embrace it, immersion therapy they called it, to surround myself in all that represents my worst fear, until I no longer fear it, until my mind has acclimatized itself to it. So now, here I am, I no longer fear death, I embrace it, I skip merrily in its shadow and occasionally we play hop scotch, tic tac toe and even chess, though Death really sucks at Poker. Apparently he always draws the Dead Man's Hand.
According to your psychological evaluation for IWF by Dr Riley, your absolute worst fear is being buried alive! The thought of all those squiggly earthworms burrowing in and out of your every orifice makes you squirm doesn't it?
Tiffany: ...How?
How do I know? Oh you probably mean all that doctor patient confidentiality stuff, right? Yeah, about that? Funny thing actually, you'll laugh when I tell you. Apparently that all that stuff goes right out the window when you're forced to choke on mysterious plumes of red smoke that inexplicably fill your office during one of your regularly scheduled appointments. Who knew it was that easy? Dr Riley even was nice enough to say he'd clear me for the next three months if I just made it stop.
I said six.
He said no, three.
I said no, six.
He said th-th-th...ree.
I said sur-sur-six.
He said, well actually he said nothing after that, he just kinda coughed, turned a pretty shade of rose and nodded most agreeably with me. How could I refuse such a generous offer? Such a nice man, and so thoughtful and compliant especially after he gets his breath back. Kinda reminds me of daddy actually.
You see me smile, perhaps for the first time, at least the first time you can remember. It seemed...genuine...warm...odd, and then you remember that you have been fooled by my smile before.
So go on then, laugh! Just like we practiced.
Tiffany: HA! HAHA! HA! HAHAHA! HA!
HUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me clap my hands and hear me squeal in delight.
Excellent...for a beginner. Don't worry though I will make you an expert.
So now, its time to face your fears Chloe. And thanks once again to your big sister who really has done a remarkable job of looking out for you so far, hasn't she? Once a person has an idea rattling about in their head, they're consumed by it, so if that's true, and fear is just an idea blown way out of perspective, then it stands to reason that before the idea can consume you, you must consume it. So what do you say? Are you up for the challenge? Can you be as brave as your big sister who has already accepted my challenge? Can you be just as brave as her and the other two women who are so nobly preparing to evade defeat this Sunday? Death or glory! How apt that those are their only choices at Lineage as they journey to their final destination.
You see me scoop up a handful of dirt from the plate, with a couple of worms wriggling in it. You see me present it to Tiffany. You see me start to bang out a rhythm with my free hand on the table top.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
EAT IT!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Tiffany finally relents and leans forward with her mouth open. You watch me through squinted eyes and a with a disgusted look on your face as I stuff the entire handful down her mouth, some of the dirt spilling down her cleavage.
HOORAY!!!!
You see me clap in sheer delight.
That's earned you another story. Did I tell you the one about why I got this tattoo?
Eternity points to the heart under her eye.
No? Well it's a reminder of my first love, Lorik. He was the first boy I ever cried my heart out over. I was fifteen at the time, he was sixteen, he always used to confide in me, I was always there for him when he'd tell me stories of how pretty blonde girls, girls like you, girls who like to get their tits out for camera repair guys when they come over. I suppose I should thank you, it saved me a bundle and nobody had to leave with their pants on fire like they usually do. That wasn't as much fun...but eh, boobs solve everything apparently.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so these sluts always broke his heart. He wouldn't even consider me, he said he didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I knew the truth. It was because I wasn't blonde and my boobs weren't developed enough! That's all men want, isn't it? Shallow bastards! You're so lucky Chloe, you don't even have to try to look pretty...
After trying to hold it in for several minutes, Tiffany has no choice but to vomit all over herself, she coughs as she vomits and she chokes on the acidic burn in the back of her throat.
Oh, I know sister, believe me I know, it makes me sick too!
I guess that means no peas for you!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
See you at Lineage.
Wish me luck.
Next time you see me, we'll have a real reason to celebrate.
Bye for now.
Well howdy there pardner.