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Two Hillbillies and a Goth walk into a bar.....
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Topic Started: Mar 31 2012, 09:42 AM (184 Views)
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lizzbethia
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Mar 31 2012, 09:42 AM
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• Two hillbillies and a Goth walk into a bar •

( Oh my hooded Angel, how I wish to please thee )
Don’t listen what your girlfriend says She reads those magazines That say you failed the test You don’t have what she needs I slither like a viper And get you by the neck I know a thousand ways to help you forget about her That bitch can eat her heart out! Love bites, but so do I
It’s a quiet night and we find Lizzbethia sitting in a Goth bar alone. It had taken her hours to find a place that wasn’t rocking either the Party Rock Anthem or Something far worse. Now Screamo like they were playing here right now wasn’t quite her style but it was better than Justin Beiber any day.
So here she sits, a tall glass of Jager in front of her as she sits in a secluded corner of the bar. Just wanting to be around people but be left alone. Deep down despite her friendly smile and all, she wasn’t a people person and would much rather spend time alone typing on her computer than go out and go dancing. Her flatmates Safira and Kyla didn’t get this sometimes but they knew better than to pressure her. Last time they had..... Well let just say the night didn’t end well for any of them.
She sighs looking around and really not fitting in here. Why did she come here really? she knew as well as anyone how nights like this ended, even she did end up having a little bit of a good time it did little to soothe her. She liked pain, dealing it and receiving and so far she had yet to find a like minded person. The only person remotely close was Gabe and she hadn’t heard from him all week and her punching bag at the gym was doing little to sate her.
She needed a victim and she needed one now, and not one of these weak ass drunk fucks she was surrounded by, they wouldn’t last half a night with her. She needed a man who could bleed, make her bleed and satisfy her.
As we watch a tall guy wearing a hood approaches her and sits with her. We can't see his face nor hear his words as he speaks to her, but when she looks at him her eyes are filled with adoration and a small smile plays on her lips. After a few minutes he gets up and leaves, leaving her alone again.
She runs her finger around the top of her glass absent mindedly, that sly small smile still playing on her lips. Her "Hooded Angel" had come to her at last, with a test filled with blood and pleasure, one she intended to pass and enjoy passing too.
Two guys she never expected to see here, suddenly catch her eye... and ears... theirs was an accent you could never miss.
Cam: Whut inda heyell we dune hea?
Shawn: Gittin' To'e up fum da flo'e up an... dayamn... ju see dat?
The two men look over and stare hard at her. Well Damn, Lizzbethia thinks, some other people who don't belong in this place, none other than The Cornbread Mafia boys from NEWera.
Cam: Sheeeeit yeyes!
Shawn: Mebbe she wont jump in da beck...
Cam nods.
Cam: An knock out da ol' dirrrrrrty!
Shawn: Heyell yeh!
They start walking towards, lascivious grins at the ready. Lizzbethia rolls her eyes as she sees them approaching her, typical, some redneck douches always came to try hit on her. But maybe these two were different, they were fighters like her. Maybe they could take it give it like she could.
Shawn: Naw, jess... fala m'lee, aight?
Cam nods. They walk up to her and Shawn smiles.
Shawn: S'm'brutha n'ah'd lack t'no... iff'n ju lack's t'dish it ot wayan y'all knock ou'tha ol' dirrty... lack y'all dooen da rang?
Lizzbethia smiles and raises and eyebrow
Lizzbethia: Ok I.... Think I understood half of that........... You wanna know if I dish it out in the bed like I do when I'm in the ring?
Her smile widens.
Lizzbethia: That's something you'll just have to find out boys..... Question is... if I do dish it hard......... Can you take it?
Cam and Shawn look to each other and then back to her.
Together: HEYEALL YEAH!
Lizzbethia smiles.
Should she really do this with workmates? She looks over to where she knows her "Hooded Angel" is standing, watching in the shadows. He simply nods to her. A smile forms on Lizzbethia lips, nah, with these two that wouldn't cause any awkwardness, besides, if they came back for more...... We'll deal with that when it happens.
She downs the last of her drink.
Lizzbethia: Question then I guess is my place or yours. Though my place has more fun toys I bet......
Shawn and Cam shrug.
Shawn: We'll fala y'all.
Lizzbethia gets up out of her seat and leads them out of the bar; ten minutes later she's unlocking the door of her hotel room and stepping inside.
Lizzbethia: I know this isn't much..... But it'll have to do......
She pulls out a bag from under the bed and starts searching through it. She emerges from the bag with something behind her back.
Lizzbethia: So...... Who's first or do you need to fight between each other to figure that out? I'm totally cool with that too......
Shawn and Cam quickly match each other for it with Cam winning.
Lizzbethia smiles taking a step forward toward Cam taking one hang out from behind her back, a pair or handcuffs hang on her finger.
Lizzbethia: Are you a good boy Mr Cam?
He shakes his head.
Cam: Oh heyell naw...
Lizzbethia: Oh really? We'll have to fix that
She beckons him over to the bed. once close enough she cuffs one of his hands, wraps the chain around the bed post, pulls him onto the bed the cuffs the other side securely so he can't move.
Lizzbethia: Tell me Cam....... Do you like it rough? Do you get off on Pain?
Cam smirks.
Cam: I git owf own y'all gittin owf own me!
Lizzbethia smiles grows and she pulls her other surprise out of her pants where she had stashed it while she had chained him up.
Lizzbethia: Then I'm sure we'll all love this......
Shawn’s eyes go wide as he sees what’s in Lizzbethia hand.
Shawn: Y'all gon use dat?
Lizzbethia nods a wicked grin on her face.
Lizzbethia: Oh yes....... And worse no doubt....... this is only the beginning
The Camera fades on the scene leaving us to wonder what Lizzbethia had in store for these two.
My lips are pale and vicious. You’re foaming at the mouth. You’ve suffered in the darkness. I’ll suck the pain right out. So come and taste the reason I’m nothing like the rest. I kiss you in a way you’ll never forget about me.
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Scene opens again hours later to Lizzbethia, spray bottle in hand trying to clean blood of her sheets, things had got a little..... Bloody... last night. This could be hard to explain to the hotel, well... she was a woman, she could always pull the whole "Oh whoops, I didnt know it was that time of the month" trick. Yeah that would work, it would have to, cos there was no way this blood was coming out of the pure white fine cotton sheets.
She puts the bottle on the bedside table and flops down on the bed. Fresh scratches and bruises are visible on her arms and we wonder what the rest of her body is like. Was the blood on the bed hers or was it the Cornbread Mafia boys'? A smile plays on her lips and she wraps the soiled sheets around herself and inhales. Sighing happily she thinks, oh yeah, last night was fucken good, not as good as she would imagine it to be with her Hooded Angel but one of the best one night stands she'd had.... the question was.... Did she pass her test?
She rolls over and grabs her cell phone from the bedside table. Only one way to find out. She dials a number and waits for an answer. A smile curves her lips as she hears the person on the other end pick up.
Lizzbethia: Hello my Hooded Angel.... Of course it’s me, who else would be calling you silly?
She laughs at something they say on the other end.
Lizzbethia: Don't I always do a good job? You told me to cut loose and all.... that’s exactly what I did... Did I impress you? Did I pass the test? Oh yes, the real test is this week at the show isn’t it? Where I need to show you just how.... Special I am....
She pauses listening to the other person talk. Then she laughs.
Lizzbethia: you know I'm gonna thoroughly enjoy proving you wrong right? See you at the show.
She hangs up. Oh yes, this was gonna be a good week.
It checks you in and kicks you down, And chews you up and spits you out. It messes with your sanity by twisting all your thoughts around. They say it’s blind they say it waits but every time it seals your fate. And now it’s got you by the balls it won’t let go until you fall. I was down and out, got up I said “Hey love I’ve had enough!” I’ve felt pleasure without pain. My soul you’ll never tame!
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