#uhm uhm i love women who are out for blood.....sue me???

[themarcspector-arch]

random character graphics: beatrice scarlet blood

the thing they don't understand is this: my favorite game has always been hide and seek, so i'm always going to find those who have wronged me, and they're always going to want to run once i do.

[perspectiveartist]

@opus13

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

THE LAST: 1. Drink: raspberry white tea 2. Phone call: Uh...shit who was it? It was either James or Mom. 3. Text message: Abby <3 4. Song you listened to: ...”Prelude 12/21″ by AFI...I WAS BEING NOSTALGIC 5. Time you cried: Sunday when Mom shamed me into shaving my knees by saying they were gross

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: I mean...I guess. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Kinda. I didn’t at the time but in retrospect, there’s people I wish I had never shown affection for. 8. Been cheated on: ...kinda ambiguous. I thought we were still dating but she claims we weren’t so idfk but as far as I’m concerned yes, that cunt cheated on me and then BRAGGED to me about it 9. Lost someone special: Too many. I’ve been to a lot of funerals. 10. Been depressed: Chronic depression over here :))) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope, I don’t drink

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Blue, black, and either silver or gold. Which of those I like best depends on the context.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends:Yeah! I made some online friends, at least. I don’t think most of them consider me much of a friend, but I am happy to have them.  16. Fallen out of love: No 17. Laughed until you cried: Uhhh maybe? I don’t think I have but my memory’s shit so I could have 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I guess if anyone’s gossiped about me, they were smart enough to not let me hear about it 19. Met someone who changed you: Nah 20. Found out who your friends are: Ehhh any drama I had with friends was mostly just me taking slight to stupid shit, not anything serious that actually tested any friendships.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Well yeah since James is friends with me on there 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Most people tbh. I don’t really add online friends very often. 23. Do you have any pets: My cat Samoa and betta Maui here, then my two calico girls Kia and Autumn at Mom’s. 24. Do you want to change your name: I used to want to change my name to Melanie or Melissa as a kid tbh but after a while I just accepted my name. Idek what I’d change it to but it wouldn’t feel right. The closest I’ve come is having friends call me Al. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Laid on the couch sick as a fucking dog watching TV as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Yaaay happy 25th! 26. What time did you wake up: 10-ish? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Trying to paint my fidget spinner with nail polish LOL but I fucked up and then got sad and realized I was way tired and was getting to that toddler phase of “I’m so tired that everything is upsetting me”. It wasn’t even much of a day, I think I was just hungover from a full weekend of socializing. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: uhhhhhhhhh I don’t think there’s anything particular I’m excited for. I don’t get hyped for games or movies anymore cuz I don’t have money to drop $60 on a game and movie theaters freak me out (anxiety) 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Yesterday evening when she was dropping me off in Van Wert for James and his dad to drive me back home 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Only one? My anxiety. At the very least, it would get rid of my eating issues, I could hold a job once I got my strength back, etc. I can live with the depression, but I feel like everything would be more tolerable if my anxiety didn’t stop my body from taking care of itself or working right. 31. What are you listening right now: I WAS listening to Philip DeFranco but tbh that was just white noise for me, I didn’t pay attention much to the issues he was discussing. It just ended. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, my friend’s ex. I cussed him out over the phone. Then he had his mom and sister cuss ME out lmao what a fucking coward 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Hmmm nothing at the moment. But that can easily change. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr because I always come back out of the hopes of finding something new to look at every few minutes 35. Mole/s: Yeah, some. I have one under my right boob that I’ve had since I was little, I have a birth mark on my right elbow that’s like a mole, and then I have little moles on my legs and a couple on my stomach? 36. Mark/s: Yeah, a couple scars if that’s what you mean. I have a vertical scar on uhh my right shin I think, and then I have a scar on my upper lip. 37. Childhood dream: First I wanted to own a zoo, then I wanted to be a veterinarian. Then I realized I can’t handle the nasty parts of working with animals like shit and blood and stuff. So then I just didn’t really have a dream aside from maybe making a comic. But I gave up on that. 38. Haircolor: Dark brown 39. Long or short hair: Medium 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Idk I don’t consider it a crush if you’re in a relationship with them 41. What do you like about yourself: :)))) 42. Piercings: None and no intentions of getting them 43. Bloodtype: No fucking clue. In 8th grade we tried to do an experiment to find everyone’s blood type but my fingers are small and the rooms were cold and I have bad circulation so my teacher lanced me twice before deciding I wasn’t going to get a proper drop of blood to test and he was scared of bruising me cuz I guess I seem like the type to sue. So I never learned. Idek if Mom knows. 44. Nickname: Al, Sharkie 45. Relationship status: Taken 46. Zodiac: Capricorn 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite TV Show: uhhh idk I don’t do well picking faves I guess Bob’s Burgers 49. Tattoos: None and probably will never have any. If I did, it would be a watercolor style one of a flower that reminds me of a loved one. 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: None 52. Hair dyed in different color: Nope. I want to get some blue in my hair but neither my budget nor my Mom seem thrilled about that so it will probably never happen. It’s expensive and time-consuming to safely bleach my hair. 53. Sport: Idk I played soccer in 4th grade but hated it, then I was on a bowling league for 6 years. But I ain’t played sports in 8 years. 54. (question wasn’t here) ...:D 55. Vacation: Like a dream vacation? Idk travel stresses me out too much for me to get excited about going anywhere outside my house. 56. Pair of trainers: wh...what? Like shoes?

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Fried stuff yeee 58. Drinking: Coke, bottled tea, water, uh...fuck idk 59. I’m about to: smack my head against a wall for my brain being made of cotton 62. Want: security 63. Get married: I have no idea tbh I want to be with James the rest of my life but ceremonies suck. I also have issues of commitment in the way of “Oh god what if it doesn’t work out and then it hurts that much more cuz then he’s not just an ex, he’s an ex-husband?” And if James and I did split, I highly doubt I’d get married. I don’t even have an interest in dating. 64. Career: Fuck a career, I just want an income. I have no illusions of having a job you could call a career.

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Kinda weird but it seems like the women I’m interested in I prefer same height or shorter, but men I prefer taller 68. Older or younger: Same age. I don’t have an interest in anyone over a year younger than me, and I just can’t wrap my mind around dating someone older than my brother so no one more than 2 years older than me. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: idk I don’t care about either 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive indicates to me that they’re touchy and I don’t do well with that, but I don’t like loud people either so...they both suck I guess? I can’t be around sensitive people who take things too personally, but I also fucking hate loud assholes. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, I don’t fuck people I don’t know well. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I guess hesitant since a constant troublemaker would get fucking annoying.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: No 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No 77. Turned someone down: Yes 78. Sex on the first date: No 79. Broken someone’s heart: I wouldn’t call it breaking his heart, but I did break up with a guy and he was upset for a little while. He got over it. I’d say it was a dent if anything, we were only together a couple months. 80. Had your heart broken: Not really but I never put myself out there to get it broken either 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: Well duh 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes, hard, but I got over it eventually

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: nah 85. Miracles: nah 86. Love at first sight: nah 87. Santa Claus: nah 88. Kiss on the first date: Depends on the date LMAO James and I technically kissed on our first date but I’d also known him for years and already had feelings for him. If I went out and dated some rando, no, no kiss. Kisses are commitments. 

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Uhm...A tie between Abby and Katie. They’re both always there for me and have been my friends for the past like 12 years. They’re reliable and sweet and supportive and I fucking love them like sisters. 91. Eyecolor: My eyes? Brown 92. Favorite movie: Aladdin

[moncrise]

“Can you drive me home, please?” Tori asked, pulling her pants on over her long legs.

“Uhm…” Said Billy, taking a long drag on his cigarette, “…no.”

Tori glared at him—he lay comfortably in his gaudy heart-shaped bed, the bright pink satin sheets pulled up over his paunchy belly. Tori could see her reflection in the mirrored headboard.

God.

She always hated the way he held his cigarettes—between his middle finger and thumb, his pinky out like he was sipping tea with the queen.

“You said you would.” Tori said flatly, grabbing up her bra and hastily putting it on.

“Oh really? Did you get it in writing?”

“No, but it’s dark and I—”

“God, you’re so stupid. What was the very first fucking thing  I told you? Always. Get it. In writing.” Billy ashed his cigarette into the gold ashtray on his nightstand.

Jaycee rolled over next to him, the sheet slipping down over her bare breasts.

“You should take her.” She yawned, stretching, “I’ll still be here when you get back.”

“Or, she could just stay too.” Billy ran his free hand over Jaycee’s blonde locks and she drifted back to sleep, but his dark steely eyes were locked on Tori.

She was so tired of this shit.

Billy could be the sweetest guy ever—sure he was twice her age, sure he was a little round and thinning on top—but he’d found her. Saved her from doing song covers on her crappy YouTube channel and signed her on the spot. He’d brought flowers, called her beautiful, whisked her away to his private estate and got her real gigs.

Gigs that paid; gigs wit real audiences.

“I have to get back home.” She sighed, pulling on her shirt and shoes.

“Fine. Be back here tomorrow at six to record.” Billy shrugged.

“In the morning?!”

“Yes in the morning. Then at noon we’re flying to San Antonio for your two shows and then at seven we’re flying back so you can do the album release downtown.”

“Christ, when do I get to eat?”

“Not like you need it, but you can eat on the plane.” Billy got up from the bed with some difficulty and stepped over to her. “You want to be a star, don’t you? Well I’m trying to get you there, but you have to put in the work and not be a lazy ass.”

Tori crossed her arms.

“You’re a jackass, Billy. I’m going home and I’ll be back when I damn well please, and it sure as hell isn’t six tomorrow morning.” Turning, she grabbed up her purse and stormed toward the door.

“Or how about this, you ungrateful little shit, you walk out on me now and you’re not coming back. Okay? You walk out and you’re fucking fired, and you won’t work in this town again. If you leave, you better head straight for the goddamn airport, and I’m not kidding.”

Tori froze—she’d been just feet from the door.

“Explain to me this, Billy,” she began, turning back to him, slowly sauntering back until she was just inches away “if I am the one that went viral, I am the one with the talent, then why the hell am I still here with you, fucking you whenever you want and giving you seventy percent of everything I make? Why?”

Billy exhaled a long breath of smoke right in Tori’s face—she coughed a bit.

“Because I got it in writing.” He took one last drag of his cigarette, then said “Open.”

“Billy please…”

“Open.”

With a sigh, Tori opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue—Billy put his cigarette out right on it.

“Good. Get back in bed.”

She could leave and he couldn’t stop her.

He could sue the shit out of her, though—she was his for the next five years.

But at least she could be done with…this kind of thing.

Her career would die, of course…faster than she could say “Sorry Billy”...and she doubted an apologetic blowjob would get her out of that, no matter how enthusiastic.

Once Billy decided to come after you, he didn’t stop until you were nothing.

It just…wasn’t worth it.

With a sigh, she stripped off her clothes and climbed back into bed, getting as warm as she could under his stupid silk sheets.

“Good girl.” Billy chuckled sliding on his silk robe. Tori shot him one last hateful look before fading to sleep. Billy grabbed his phone from the nightstand and sat down on the red silk fainting couch across the room.

Tori let herself fall asleep.

No sooner had she did he turn on his camera.

He found that private chat rooms were best, and he’d stumbled across a few favorites where the pay was highest.

Tori Jameson and Jaycee Jacks NUDE—10K and up, no exceptions.

Right away, men and women alike posted the five thousand dollar entry fee and Billy granted them access—to watch him film Tori and Jaycee sleeping.

Billy tried not to read the chat—something about reading the comments still upset him to this day. He’d started this once, only once, to keep his business afloat. His first had been an eighteen year old beauty who looked like Posh and could sing like Whiney.

It was either film her or go under, and he wasn’t willing to lose his company.

She found out, years later. She’d grown up, gotten married, had children…and someone told. Someone leaked it. They’d watched her sleep. Watched her shower.

She’d killed herself over it.

Billy had felt terrible…for a little while anyway.

But money was money and business was business.

YatesYatesYates has submitted your fee.

JohnnyBViral has submitted your fee.

LucindaLady has submitted your fee.

MaxMaster90 has submitted your fee.

Forty grand, right there, in a matter of seconds.

Fucking beautiful.

Billy had learned that he could charge big money, and people would pay. He’d sold his first girl for pennies by comparison...if only he could’ve known then what he knew now.

It was likely that Billy would’ve liked to have known about the man sitting in a black Dodge just outside the gates of his estate. The one watching through scratched and fogged horn-rimmed glasses that obscured his eyes. Staring at his phone screen, watching Billy’s fat fingers covered in rings, reaching up and sliding the silk sheets off the two sleeping girls…their pristine naked bodies huddled close to each other…

…the filthy, filthy comments…

How very interesting indeed.

***

“Billy…I’m exhausted.” Tori sighed, signing what felt like the millionth plastic CD case—her line of fans stretched twice around the block. She’d done her recording, flown to Texas, done her shows, flown home and managed to stuff a bag of airline peanuts into her mouth in the car to this album release in the atrium of West Side Mall. “We were supposed to be done two fucking hours ago.”

“How about you shut your fucking mouth and move that fucking pen? Curse at me, what the hell is wrong with you…” Billy muttered, never even glancing up from his phone, “You have got to be the bitchiest little thing I have ever worked with…the longer we stay, the more money you get.”

You mean the more money you get, bastard… she thought, signing another copy for an excitable, chubby blonde woman.

“I just love you, Tori!” the woman screeched, “You’re so pretty and so talented and I just think you’re wonderful!”

“Oh…” Tori smiled sadly, “Thank you. What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Jennie!”

“Alright…there you go! Thanks again.” Tori handed her the CD.

“Sit up straight. Smile. That’s better.” Billy muttered.

Next in line was a man that made Tori uneasy to look at—she couldn’t see his eyes behind his scratched-up lenses, but it didn’t matter. He was staring at Billy as he set his CD down on the table.

At first, Tori didn’t know what to do. The greyish hue of his skin was offsetting, and his long bony fingers looked otherworldly…but Tori snapped back to reality.

“Hi there…what would you like me to put?” she asked, flashing her rock-star smile.

The man looked down at her and just stared—Tori slowly wrote her name, Tori Jameson, in long, loopy letters.

“…here you go…” Tori offered it up to him with a tiny smile—all he could manage was a smirk back. Snatching the CD from her hands, he glanced back at Billy, staring him down as he walked away, vanishing into the crowd.

“I swear…” Billy said, “…you have always had the weirdest fans…I never had this problem with Jaycee.”

“Maybe you should drag her  out here then, make her sit with no food all day.”

“Jesus…you want some fucking food? HERE.” Billy pulled a stack of ones from his pocket and slammed them down in front of her, knocking down stacks of CDs, “Go stuff your fat face, pig! You so much as gain a fucking ounce and you’ll be out on your ass so fast, it won’t even be funny.” He raged at her, then turned to the crowd, “Show’s over! Everyone get the fuck out of here! Beat it! You too! Get out!” Billy shooed the fans away.

Tori couldn’t believe what she was seeing—she sat, staring in complete horrified shock while Billy swung his paunch around, cursing at her fans. Men, women, children, all brushed away from her table. The excited blonde woman—Jennie—watched from a distance, her eyebrows up.

But Tori could only hide her face—especially when Billy grabbed her by the arm and dragged her from the atrium, still screaming at anyone who dared step in his way.

Why was he doing this?

Did he have to go out of his way to humiliate her?

He had been drinking on the plane…was he drunk?

Outside his personal white SUV limo was waiting—such an awful, extravagant piece of shit—Billy flung open the door without even waiting for his driver and threw her inside.

“Ow! Billy, please!” Tori cried, hitting the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks—out of frustration, fear…pain. Billy heaved himself inside and slammed the door.

“GO!” He screamed at the driver—before Tori had even pulled herself off the floor, she felt the limo zoom away.

“Where to, sir?”

“My house.” Billy hiccupped before rolling up the divider.

“No…NO!” Tori cried, “I’m DONE with you! Take me to my house! MY HOUSE! Washington Street.” she screamed, banging on the glass divider, “PLEASE don’t leave me with him! Please!”

Billy grabbed her hair, dragging her backward—before she knew what was happening, he was straddling her, his heavy hand striking her across the face again, and again and again until she tasted blood.

“You are useless.” Billy growled, leaning down close to her face—she could tell then the alcohol on his breath, “Fucking useless.” His hands fumbled with his belt, “Roll over. I can’t even stand to fucking look at you.”

“Billy, please…” Tori sobbed, tears dripping down the sides of her face; her trembling hands pushing him away as best she could. Sneering at her, he sighed.

“You’re so disgusting when you cry. Go sit over there and don’t even breathe in my direction.”

Tori scrambled as far as she could away from Billy the minute he got up off of her—curling up on the furthest seat, she could feel his eyes on her…but she couldn’t look at him.

***

For whatever reason, Tori wanted to sleep on the couch.

Fuck her. Billy thought, stripping down to nothing—tonight Jaycee was in Cleveland, Lillian was in Dallas, Yaz was in Seattle and his favorite girl, Roxy with the big tits, was in Orlando.

He was stuck with Tori, and she was all mad at him.

She’d get over it.

She’d have to—tomorrow was another long day, and tonight he was going to fuck her.

Hard. Whether she liked it or not.

He was going to give his viewers a show—twenty five grand, no exceptions, to watch him screw her brains out.

Tori was a bitch, but she was going to make him some money one way or another.

Stopping in front of his bathroom mirror, Billy looked at himself.

Sure he’d put on some weight, but overall he was still any woman’s prize.

Tori should be thanking him, really…

“AH!” Billy screamed—pain had exploded in his back, with no reason, no warning.

Hot liquid dripped down his back and legs—blood.

That’s when the panic set in. Billy slipped backward, landing hard on the tile floor—above him stood the man from the mall. The one with the glasses…the creep. In his hand was a bloodied knife.

“Bastard!” Billy scooted himself backward, blood dripping from his mouth now, “Do you KNOW WHO I AM!?”

Tori had heard the scream—distant, from her place on the couch. Billy had taken her clothes when they’d gotten home—which he sometimes did, ripped off everything she had—so she’d curled up in a blanket.

Part of her didn’t give a shit if he was in trouble.

But the other part—for whatever reason—did.

Wrapping up in her blanket, she moseyed to the bathroom.

What if this was just a trick? What if she walked in there and he grabbed her or something?

He’d done that before. Lured her into a room and tried to fuck her.

She’d never forgiven him…and she couldn’t ever trust him again.

Even still, she pushed through the bathroom door and screamed.

The man from the mall pulled a long knife from Billy’s chest—there was so much blood, she couldn’t even count how many times he’d stabbed him.

Then he turned to look at her, fast as lightning—his horn-rimmed glasses and emotionless face burning themselves into her memory. He rose slowly, knife still in hand, and walked toward her.

Tori couldn’t run. Couldn’t move. Fear froze her to the spot, just watching him come closer, droplets of blood splashing to the bathroom floor.

She was next, he was going to kill her—scrambling backward, she tripped on her blanket, crashing into the hallway.

“Oh God…Please…” she breathed, big round tears rolling down her cheeks.

He reached out to her.

Tori had flinched, unsure of what he was going to do—but he didn’t do anything. He stood, hand out, waiting for her to take it.

So she did.

His skin was ice cold, his grip unnaturally strong—but he pulled her to her feet and just stared.

“Th-thank you…” Tori said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at his face.

But he nodded toward the door, his intention obvious.

Get out.

Tori didn’t wait another second—still in her blanket she tore through the house, bursting through the front doors, bare feet pounding down the driveway. She shimmied through the bars of the wrought iron gate, feeling as though she’d just escaped her cage for the very last time.

Johnny watched her run through the bathroom window—she never looked back, just disappeared into the night.

Good, good.

Very good indeed.