Chapter Twenty Nine.
After days of watching those two films over and over again, plus throw in the fact that they went and stalked Donnie's schedule to such an extent that they knew it by heart, Cyri was wondering how they can get away with this. She had on this giant black cloak that covered her entire body. She looked around the neighbor hood that she was in to make sure that no one was seeing her. Against her side, she had a black, rectangular suitcase.
She rang the door bell and stood back, breathing hard. The door opened to reveal Donnie shirtless, looking at Cyri.
“Hey, you.” He said, trying to appear to be seductive. It was not at all having an affect on Cyri.
“Let me in, Donnie.” She said not looking at him. But, he would not let her in, she knew what he wanted. Putting down the suitcase, she grabbed his head and forced her lips onto his. She has opening that this would end fast, but it would last a while. A few moments later, she separated from him, picked up the suitcase, and walked into his house.
There was no sign of anyone present, which was good. They walked into the kitchen where there was two cups laid out, each filled with boiling hot coffee in each.
“Please, sit down.” He said, grabbing her suitcase and putting it on a back table. He directed her to the table, sitting her down, and told her to drink her coffee. Cyri obediently done as she was told.
“To be honest,” Donnie said, sitting down to drink his. “I was shocked when you told me you wanted to be in one of my films. I mean, I know that a lot of girls want to, but I have to make them audition for a chance to be in one of my films. But, sense I know you very well, I should make an exception.”
“I thank you for this opportunity.” She said, looking around. “I always loved to act and when I heard by some of your friends that you write and direct films, I knew that I have had to get onto this as soon as possible.” In reality, Cyri did love to act. And this was her at her best.
“Now, how dedicated are you to be in this film? Enough to do anything I need you to do?”
“Anything no matter what.”
“What if I needed you to do something that would be borderline torture?”
“I am open to anything.”
“Good. Good.”
“Now, tell me what this character I am playing is suppose to be?”
“Well, you are playing this girl that is known for dating a lot of guys. I mean, guys galore. Now, she is use to guys until she has found this one that is different. So much so, that she feels something she has not felt in a long time: Love. She feels her heart beating, her being in love is something that she does not expect. YOU are the girl. Now, I know that you have been in love before. So, this should not be any problem for you.” They were all silent. Cyri was laughing in her head at how stupid he was. Loved him? No fucking way.
“Well,” she said, gulping down her coffee. “Where will the first scene take place in?”
“Well, I was thinking that we film it in my bedroom. Okay, your character's name will be, Lyra. Now, Lyra is in her boyfriend's bedroom, looking around, thinking if this is right or not. About their relationship that is. Then, I play her boyfriend. I walk into the bedroom, trying to convence you to be mine, then we start making out. Simple as that. All dialog is improvised. Think you can do that?” Cyri shook her head yes, grabbed the suitcase, and followed him into the bedroom.
“You did bring what I asked you to bring, right?” Donnie asked, looking at the suitcase.
“Of course I did.” They walked until they got to Donnie's bedroom.
“Before we do anything,” Cyri asked. “Would you mind if I went to use the restroom? I want to freshen up.”
“Make it fast while I set everything up.” When she turned around to walk to the bathroom, Donnie grabbed the suitcase. “I will take this into the room.”
“I am going to need that.”
“Why?” Cyri rolled her eyes when Donnie uttered that.
“I was not going to tell you, but that has some of my personal belongings. So, may I please have it back?” Donnie let out an agitated breath
“Get out what you need now, then let me bring this in.” Cyri went, bent over, and started getting her belongings.
“Do you mind telling me Donnie why is it that you needed me to bring over a knife, handcuffs, and a rope?” she was looking for it.
“When we film the scene, you will see why. Done yet?” Donnie asked, when Cyri stood up. She dropped her cloak that she was wearing to reveal her cloths (kind of loose black pants, tight black shirt). She gave him the suit case. Once he had it in his hand, she put her hands on his shoulder and started kissing his neck. This took Donnie by surprised as he started to lightly moan.
“Good God Cyri,” he said. “What made you come along?” Cyri stopped kissing him.
“This.” Then she shoved a tazer onto his throat and electrocuted him until he passed out.
Donnie's had a few thoughts going threw his mind. They involved pain in his groin and his arms and legs hurting and he had no clothes on. He looked around him, saw that he had ropes around his wrists and ankles, connecting him to his bed. When he was able to turn his head, he saw Cyri sitting on a chair, looking at him drinking a bottle of water.
“Comfortable yet?” She said taking a gulp. He tried to speak only to realize that she had duck taped his mouth shut. “Try not to talk. You do, and it will not only be your balls that have been electrocuted. Yeah, that will explain the pain. You see, London, yes I know who you are, I know what your game is all to damned well. You are some sick freak that abuses young girls, exploit and torture them on screen to make money off of them just to sell to equally sick and perverted assholes like yourself. Now, as you know, I dated Ratliff for a while. And yes, I will admit to you that I was part of the group that had killed him. Now, I am aware that he is related to you and that you two were in this 'film' business together, but I am bringing it to an end. But in order to do that, you must repent for your crimes. Sense your parents are not going to be here for a rather long time, this is what I am going to force you to do. You will watch every film you have made of you destroying these innocent girls' lives. Now, I have seen your films and I think that you must feel the same pain you made them feel.” Cyri went into one of the drawers to take out a long, curved item and shoved it right up Donnie's rectum. He screamed in pain the further it went inside of him.
“Do you like that pain? That is the pain you caused all those girls that you tied up and fucked like they were stuffed animals on here. Now, you will watch all the films that you created. You will see the pain that these girls suffered. And I advise you do not take your eyes off of the screen.”
About two hours had passed. Donnie saw every video, and he now knew the pain that those girls had felt. He did, a few times, take his eyes off of the screen only to have the sting of a leather whip whipping his back. By the time this was all done with, with red and yellow stains on the sheets of the bed, Cyri walked up to him.
“If you dare move, I will kill you. Make promise of that.” She went and flipped him around, causing more pain unto him.
“Now, I am in a bit of a predicament here, if you ask me.” She took a sip of water. You see, I want to make damn sure that you never do anything like this again. But yet, I do not want to kill you. So, here is my solution.” She held up a tattoo gun. “I never used one of these before. You move around, you will fuck it up. So, don't move a fucking muscle.” Then she went to work.
It took a few moments, but when she was done, the following was engraved into Donnie:
“ Donnie London Osbourne is a sick, pedophile, sadistic, rapist bastard.”
And with that done, she tazed him until he was unconscious. After she cleaned up everything and put back on him his clothes, she walked out of the house and called her mother to pick her up.
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