Post by Miss Michelle on Aug 31, 2020 2:27:10 GMT -5
Where the fuck am I?
She whispered slightly to herself, rubbing her left hand across her forehead and trying to squint her eyes just enough to try and make out any detail, big or small that she could to try and figure out where the hell she was even at.
What fucking day is it?
She sighed, shaking her head for a moment before glancing over at the small lamp in the corner on the tiny ass broken stool someone had pushed against the wall and was using as a make shift table. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself, how come every time someone snatches her up, they never fork over the money for a decent hideaway? Shit, I think I deserve to be kept somewhere nice..
There has to be a way out..
Standing up from the floor, and stretching herself out a bit, she gazed over towards a window. Of course that window is blocked but there was a small little whole in the corner that looked out over the city. She tilted her head slightly before she started to walk over towards the window. She got close, but then her leg was jerked back and she was quickly reminded about the chain the was wrapped around her ankle, connecting her to the damn hot water heater in the corner!
Damn it.. I swear to God, they better hope I dont make it out of here.
She huffed before tossing her long blonde, normally curled but now straight over her shoulders. She looked down and shook her head, still in disbelief that they took her Versace dress, Louboutin shoes and Louis Vuitton bag and left her with these shitty clothes. But hey, no one rocks the hot blonde in sweats look better than her.
I just know I better not see my clothes on that bitch Blair Buchanan..
She smiled slightly, checking out her manicure before shaking her head. She fixed the white tank top that was doing its best to cover her breasts and sighed..
Then again, she has been biting my style for years..
She rolled her eyes, while rolling down the top of the black sweatpants that were falling off of her while she was standing because they were clearly too big for her.
I can see her now, parading around for her wannabe gangster husband in my clothes.. his dick is hard, her dick is hard.. they both have had hard ons for me for years.
FUCKING LOSERS.
She kicked the wall with her free leg and was able to barely catch the hanging mirror from hitting the ground. She hung the mirror back on the wall before stepping forward and looking into the mirror. She brought her hands up to her face and tried to wipe the smeared make up from around her eyes. She looked to the corner on her right and leaned over to grab the wadded up cloth from the floor. Upon picking it up, the camera can make out that the cloth is actually the torn bottom of the tank top that she actually threw up on when Blair and Johnny had visited her previously. She shook her head before using the back of the dirty torn shirt to clean the rest of the smudged make up from her face. It was then that she noticed on the wall behind her, was a camera, and she knew exactly who was watching..And suddenly she felt like talking..
You know, its been a really long time since I have been put into a situation like this. At first, I struggled, I didnt know if I could handle this again but here I am..
KILLING IT!
Its so weird being a grown ass woman in a world of toddlers but what can I say? When I took over the job that Ariel was doing so poorly, I half ass expected with it being a whole new era that if someone didnt like me or something I was doing that they could come to me like adults..
BOY WAS I WRONG..
Then again, I am dealing with the worlds biggest crybaby and his Mommy.. I mean wife.
She laughed to herself.. she really cracked herself up sometimes.. I mean calling Blair Johnnys mom. Classic. That was sure to piss them both off. I mean, we all know how obsessed Blair is with her age, hell maybe that comment would send her back in for some more plastic surgery? And dont even get me started on Johnnys mommy issues. She walked away from the mirror and moved towards the metal folding chair that is set up in the center of the room.
So, where does that leave me? Im still stuck in this shit hole room. I dont know where the fuck I am. I dont know the full extent of what is really going on. But what I do know.. when I get out of here.. you'll all regret this.
She crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. Shaking her head, she knew she had to figure out how the hell to get out of here. She thought she was over all this crap, being in a position of authority like she was.. she honestly and stupidly thought she was untouchable. She had a secret weapon though, she knows what everyone else wants to know.. she knows who she is working for. She knows who the producer is.