Post by Priscilla Kelly on Jun 29, 2020 19:16:01 GMT -5
To be read after promo: ‘Priscilla’
Priscilla Kelly stands in the middle of a room unlike one we have yet seen, a room unfamiliar to anyone but Priscilla herself, a secret room in the basement of her mansion. Along the black walls are arranged various shelves decked with items and trinkets, only just illuminated by subtle candle light.
Priscilla's eyes though rest on a dress that dangles before her. The glittery purple and white dress she wore from the Halloween Party when she was 14, the one that she was filmed in and broadcast to the world, the one she wore when she first met him. When she first met Jimmy Smith.
Only, the dress she peered at was not in the same condition it was in during that video taping… it was soaked with blood. Old blood. Blood that looked years old.
Priscilla looks at the pattern of the blood, and grins.
DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA
A car driving down an old urban road. Inside the car, S2 drives, a slightly different looking S2, clean shaven and ever so slightly baby-faced, but just as heavy looking. In the passenger seat, piercing blue eyes wide, purple hair flowing down her back, sits a 17 year old Priscilla Kelly.
S2
Does Ron know you used his money for this? It won't show up as one of his transactions will it?
Priscilla Kelly
Nope.
S2
And the guy who owns the place, he definitely won't talk?
Priscilla Kelly
Not with the dirt I've got on him.
S2
What did you say the place was called, Cumsplosion? If a guy calls his strip-joint that, I think he comes pre-packaged with dirt.
Priscilla Kelly
I know, but I also made my own. The things I got him recorded doing, he'll sort the whole thing out for us and then some.
S2 pulls the car up to a rather sleazy looking strip joint down a back alleyway, before turning slowly to Priscilla.
S2
Alright, well, we're here. Just one last time, you sure you wanna do it this way? I know you like the flashy and the gaudy stuff, but there are WAY easier ways to accomplish this. Just so much easier and less messy and-
Priscilla Kelly
I'm doing this S2. My way.
S2
Alright. Bon appetite, Sp!t.
Priscilla Kelly
You too S2.
S2 nods as he pulls out a bag of doritos and tucks in. The neon lit strip-joint reflects in Priscilla's beady eyes. A nervous grin emerges on her face, before she swings the car door open.
CUT TO
Five young men, all ranging from 17-18, sat around clinking beer glasses off of one another as they sit in five separate velvet chairs. They're the only five men in the vast room, as they sit in front of a stripper stage before them, the pole right in front of them, leading down a long catwalk to a curtained entrance. One of the boys reaches into his pocket.
Freddie
Everyone get out your ones! We should make it rain!
Ellis
I'll make it rain with cum on whichever bitch is the hottest.
The boys laugh at this terrible and unfunny comment. One of them rests his hand on the shoulder of the boy sat in the very middle, closest to the stage.
Graham
Can't believe you got those free V.I.P tickets to this place!
Brandon
Yeah for just us, too! You're fucking awesome Jimmy.
Jimmy Smith
No sweat boys, I'm just excited to see all the fucking pussy. They say you don't get to bang 'em, but listen, I'm fucking banging one of 'em. Whether they like it or not.
A voice blasts through the P.A. to the boys, grabbing their attention.
P.A. Voice
Are you boys ready for the hottest show of your lives! Are you ready to meet our dancers!
Jimmy Smith
Fuck yeah! Bring 'em out already!
P.A. Voice
Alright, fasten your seatbelts and get ready for a CUMSPLOSION!!! You're about to be taken on the ride of your lives!
Brandon
Fuck yeah!
Jimmy Smith
Oh it'll be a ride alright!
The curtain swings open, and the boys cheer, as heels clack along the floor as a slender young dancer moves towards them. With her hands behind her back, the purple haired young woman, donning a sparkling purple and white dress with a black masquerade mask over her eyes, almost skips down to the end of the catwalk to face the young boys.
Jimmy Smith
Damn look at this skinny bitch! Couldn't have got someone with some curves!?
Their cheery smiles die down as she proceeds to just stand there, motionless before them. Jimmy is the first to his feet.
Jimmy Smith
What the fuck are you doing bitch? Are you gonna dance or what?
The dancer looks up at him slowly.
Priscilla Kelly
Don't you recognise me Jimmy? I thought the dress might give you a clue.
Priscilla slowly lifts up her mask, to reveal her face below. Jimmy almost chokes, spitting out his beer quickly.
Jimmy Smith
What the fuck!? Priscilla fucking Kelly!? Are you kidding me!!!
Jimmy begins to laugh immediately.
Jimmy Smith
Holy shit boys! This is my ex! This is my actual ex! Holy shit! Fuck this is embarrassing Priscilla, guess that wrestling gig didn't work out! Heard you got fired after like 3 weeks! Really thought you were gonna make something of yourself huh? But here you are, a fucking stripper! Life brought you all way back to me didn't it!
Jimmy continues to laugh, the rest of the boys joining in. Priscilla just stands there, unbothered.
Jimmy Smith
Boys, pick from the rest of the strippers that come out, trust me. I've shagged this girl, and she fucking sucks. Stiff as a board. All she used to do was fucking cry.
Jimmy pulls his wad of one dollar bills out of his pocket and chucks it at Priscilla's head, guffawing with laughter as he does so.
Jimmy Smith
Now get off the fucking stage bitch, I wanna see the good dancers.
Priscilla remains standing. Jimmy starts to look annoyed.
Jimmy Smith
Did you fucking hear me, bitch? I said get off the fucking stage? Do I have to remind you what my fucking knuckles feel like!? Did you not have enough of me the first time!?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh Jimmy. No, no I didn't! I didn't have enough of you!
Jimmy raises an eyebrow as Priscilla puts on a sad face.
Priscilla Kelly
I miss the way you used to torture me, and beat me, and have your way with me despite my begging to stop! I miss how you completely ruined my life Jimmy! I hunted you all the way here in hopes you'd finally consider taking me back, in hopes you'd finally put a ring on my finger!
Jimmy Smith
Jesus this is sad. You think I'd really put a ring on a skank like you?
Priscilla gulps and looks down at her feet sadly.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh. Well then. I guess I'll have to stick to this one.
Priscilla pulls her hand from behind her back, showcasing the ring that dangles loosely around her finger. The five boys focus their eyes on it in that instant, and all too quickly realise what it is.
Not a ring.
A grenade pin.
With her other hand, she tosses the grenade up into the air, right at Jimmy's feet. His eyes dart from the grenade, up to a waving Priscilla Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
Make it rain Jimmy.
And in that moment, Priscilla is tossed backwards, thrown through the air by the resulting explosion, her eyes blinded by the white flash, and ears ringing from the head-splitting bang. As she plummets back first to the stage, she looks upwards with her wide and blurry eyes, to watch as the ceiling quickly turns a violent red.
And then, gore rains down upon Priscilla, soaking her, turning the purples and whites of her glittery dress to a crimson with each droplet of blood that spatters upon her. She rests there for a few moments, in disbelief, in shock, in a small moment of horror…
...before finally, she laughs.
Priscilla's booming cackle is the only sound in the now otherwise silent and messy room. Blood leaks from various limbs and viscera that coat every surface, creating a dark scarlet puddle in the gigantic hole blown into the carpeted floor. Priscilla laughs and laughs and laughs, in joy and in satisfaction. The man who ruined her was gone, annihilated, destroyed.
She sits up suddenly, her blurry eyes barely registering the gruesome sight ahead of her, but she doesn't need to see it. She only needs to know it had occurred.
She had killed Jimmy Smith.
And she couldn't be happier.
And as she stood in the basement of her mansion, her eyes resting on the blood-soaked dress that only barely fit her at 17 and definitely wouldn't fit her now, she laughed still. The satisfaction of the moment had truly never left.
All these years later, it still brought joy to Priscilla to remember that Jimmy Smith was dead.
And Priscilla Kelly had killed him.