Em welcomes in his guest and comes stomping back into the room. You see your master's familiar white Nikes making their way through the door, but this time they're followed by another pair of legs. The second pair of legs are slimmer and dressed in dark, well-worn jeans. Big, white toes peek out from underneath the low-cut, frayed hem of the man's jeans. His flip flops slap the ground lazily, confidently as he wanders in.
Soon you are shadowed by titanic figures of Eminem and Chace Crawford, one of Hollywood's hottest young stars. An actor and former model, Chace exudes as much manly confidence as humanly possible, despite his delicate good looks.
The two men don't even notice you as they traipse through the room, talking. Not, that is, until Chace nearly steps on you with his gigantic foot. Your screams do nothing to warn him; it isn't until your left leg, trapped under his descending foot, is at the brink of snapping, that Chace feels the pressure beneath his heel and goes reeling back in shock, apologising to his pal Eminem for nearly breaking one of his toys.
You crouch in pain, tears stinging your eyes, and nurse your sore leg. You hear Eminem laugh, telling Chace not to apologise; after all, you're just a disposable little toy. "Hell," says Em, "You can do whatever you can do whatever you want with him. What do I care!"
Chace looks down his nose at you, grinning evilly. "Whatever I want?" He asks.
You brace yourself for whatever could be coming next..
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