I pinned the girls hands above her head and grinned, her eyes full of a dimming flame that i can extinguish or kindle at any moment. Her chapped lips parted to speak, but only to be blocked again by a sweaty bandanna.
"Be quiet." I said as i pushed her forward on her back, clamping her her two ankles in rusty shackles. She writhed, and whimpered, trying to free herself, all i could do is laugh.
I picked up my scalpel and traced it along the skin of her forehead, making a red, puffed up design of where i wanted to cut. I began to pull at it, making it taught and---
"CUT!" Shouted the director, standing up from his seat, "More emotion! you're a artist, you're a killer, you're the most emotion-filled sack of flesh there is!"
I pulled myself away, and my co-star was freed, and she went to break. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and sighed. Another day, another bad rumor, another sick twisted movie.
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