A little meatier than his brother, Benji manages to rip you out of Joel's grip. You're pretty sure atleast a couple of your ribs were fractured in the process - the area throbs with pain and the giant's heavily tatood wrist doesn't loosen up any. He holds you by his side like he would a set of keys, as Joel eyes him begrudgingly and turns to walk over to the hotel room's television, lighting a cigarette and putting his feet up on the coffee table. "Now," Benji brings you to face him. You see your tiny reflection in each of his sunglasses' shades. "They say you gotta train these slaves to be good and obedient before you really have fun with them.." You realise, with some suprise, that Benji isn't even talking to you, but himself. "Ok.. Obedience.. Let's see.. Uh, Slave - bow!" You sit cupped in his clammy palm, nursing your sore rib. "I said, Slave, bow! Bow to your master!" "Please! My rib hurts so much! I think I need a-" Without hearing the end of your plea, which he isn't interested in, Benji decides to try a new approach. He bends over, places you on the floor, and kicks you savagely in the front. The dirty, all black Adidas sneaker sends you flying, and you land painfully on your butt. Before you can pick yourself up, the truck-sized Adidas is sailing toward you again. The next blow jolts your neck so hard you can barely turn it, and you land with a smack on the front of Benji Madden's shoe. He tosses you on the ground and rolls the filthy shoe's sole over you, creating a balled up tangle of limbs under his foot. Tears stream down your face until the stocky rockstar, almost choking with laughter, decides to give you another chance to worship him..
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