The Second Circle Resort | By : i-have-no-scream Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 11950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Celebs featured: Freida Pinto, Candice Swanepoel, Galadriel Stineman
As part of Freida’s birthday festivities, Candice suggested in a jovial manner that Freida play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Galadriel. They decided to use the as of yet unused confessional as the confined space, getting Gordon to open the banquet hall for them. He stood by the door as they approached the confessional, leaning his back against it and crossing his arms in front of his chest. The women didn’t start the game immediately; they instead stood in front of the confessional verbally teasing each other. Gordon wasn’t a huge fan of the game they were planning, but it was a birthday thing, so he didn’t think much of it.
However, the game was quickly forgotten. From the confessional came a “ding!” like the sound of an elevator approaching a selected floor. The women turned to face the confessional before immediately turning the other way and pressing themselves against the wall by the door in fear.
“Gordon?” asked Freida, a shiver in her voice. “What did you put in there?”
Gordon held up his hand nervously and defensively. In his other hand was his cell phone, which he just finished using to text “Banquet hall now!” to Captain.
“None of us put anything in there, I promise.”
The small part of Gordon’s brain that wasn’t terrified was hoping Captain wasn’t fucking Tori or whoever at that moment. Meanwhile, the small part of Galadriel’s brain that wasn’t terrified was hoping that no one would make an Until Dawn joke.
Maybe it’s a wendigo. You know how to fight them, right?
One of the confessional doors opened in the way an elevator door does. Out stepped two figures. The first to step through was a figure of typical human height wearing golden armor with light brown skin, pure white eyes, and white hair. The second was a 25 foot tall humanoid being with blonde hair, blue eyes, dark green armor, and rings on each finger. The confessional had to grow in size just to let her comfortably step through. They watched and chuckled as the four people ran out of the banquet hall in terror, all of them screaming “Captain!”
This is the place, said the smaller figure. Should we go look for him?
Unnecessary, said the taller figure in a booming Godlike voice. He’ll come to us.
Sure enough, Captain rushed into the room a few moments later, reacting to the presence of these two figures with no terror at all.
“Oh,” he remarked matter-of-factly, “you found me.”
It wasn’t easy, admitted the taller figure. But we wanted to have a word with you.
“Am I in trouble?”
Not at all, the smaller figure assured him. You s-
Do not speak if not directly addressed, the taller figure reprimanded. The smaller figure nodded and hanged her head down.
My apologies, Captain. You see, to make a long story short, we have been cast out of our realm.
“Really? I’m sorry to hear that. So you’re here to crash on my couch and do sadistic things to the women again?”
Not quite. We would of course love to enjoy the company of your women, but we would also like to make another arrangement as a gesture of gratitude for your generosity and support. Would you like to tell him?
The taller figure turned to ask the smaller figure to take it from there, and the smaller figure nodded enthusiastically.
You’ve seen Spirited Away, right? the smaller figure asked Captain.
“Of course. Why?”
Well, we thought you were running a bathhouse like in that movie. Or rather, you could be running one. We can get you some customers who’ll pay far more than any human client could. That includes us, of course; we would get your girls too. But we won’t stay here. We’ll just let you know in advance when someone’s coming. Whaddaya say?
Captain was a little confused.
“If I’m not gonna need human clients, what am I supposed to tell the ones I already have?”
We’ll handle them.
“Like hell you will,” Captain replied forcefully. “You’ll attract unwanted attention to me.”
The taller figure calmly chimed in, Then perhaps we can trust you to figure that out yourself. Otherwise, we have no reason to believe you would turn down this offer. If you would rather we clone the women and leave the real ones with you again, we will be more than happy to do so.
Even with Taylor Momsen? the smaller figure asked. You said I’d get to fuck the real Taylor.
What did I say before about you speaking? roared the taller figure.
Captain put forward that he could talk about that with Taylor if the smaller figure wanted. The smaller figure was thrilled.
So we have a deal, Captain? the taller figure questioned, more confident in the success of the offer.
“I would have to consult with the women first.”
The taller figure nodded, Understandable. Then we will return to hear your answer. Knock on the confessional door we came through when you have it.
“Very well.”
Thank you for your time, Captain.
The taller figure nodded to the smaller figure, who went through first. Once again, the confessional grew to let in the taller figure and shrank back to normal size when they left. Captain promptly adjusted his hat as he left the banquet hall.
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