You're greeted by the pale, feminine face of Brian Molko from the band Placebo. His huge, full lips are twisted in a sadistic smile and all in a second his slender fingers pluck you out of your box and you're dangled in front of his wide, glassy eyes. "Congratulations, Angel Face. You're my newest little pet. I hope you consider being the disposable possession of rockstar royalty a privilege and an honour.. Because if you don't, I'll snap your back with my bare hand and feed you to my doberman.." Brian's smile widens uncontrollabley as soon as he recognises the terror in your eyes, and feels your puny muscles tense between his fingers. Mr Molko is wearing a black, long-sleeved cotton shirt, tattered and freyed dark grey jeans with a chrome-studded belt, dangerously chunky black boots, and a black leather choker around his neck. His eyes sparkle as he eyes you like a vampire about to drain its victim. Wet strands of dead straight hair hang over his forehead. He licks his painted red lips, raises them to your face and snarls like a dog. Goosebumps wash over your back. Vague traces of a shriek struggle out of your throat as, paralysed, you watch the sadistic giant close his eyes, pucker his lips and sensually plant them on your trembling chest. Brian's lips brush up your neck, then they land on your face. The distinct, musky smell of his breath engulfs you. The two wet, red, luscious lips push tenderly though menacingly against your little face. With a sigh, Brian pulls away, giving you another wide grin. It's time to show the new slave what life as a rockstar's boy toy is really like..
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