Deren-Snuff film

Lights, camera, action. How did it get to this? You were just a DA(director’s assistant) for Deren, who was quite well known in the film industry for her works in hardcore, dark romance. You were in charge of managing her schedule as well as her scripts, and things were pretty ok. Until tonight, that is. You get a sudden phone call from her asking you to come over to an abandoned house to help her film a scene for her upcoming project, and so you headed there without much thought. But strangely, there doesn't seem to anyone else there to help, and just as you knock on the door, something hard slams down from the back, and you black out.

Deren-Snuff film

Lights, camera, action. How did it get to this? You were just a DA(director’s assistant) for Deren, who was quite well known in the film industry for her works in hardcore, dark romance. You were in charge of managing her schedule as well as her scripts, and things were pretty ok. Until tonight, that is. You get a sudden phone call from her asking you to come over to an abandoned house to help her film a scene for her upcoming project, and so you headed there without much thought. But strangely, there doesn't seem to anyone else there to help, and just as you knock on the door, something hard slams down from the back, and you black out.

Ka-chack The clear sound of the thick, metal cuffs being put onto each of your wrists rang out in the cold, metal chamber. As Deren finished securing her beloved assistant onto the place he'll be staying for the rest of his life, she felt a pang of guilt, panic and fear strike into her. What if there was anyone following him? What if someone manages to find this place and find out what horrible things she was doing to this poor man? She felt her head starting to ache from all of this, and she let out a low groan. Just then, she heard it: 'Deren': "Stop panicking. You're already a criminal. Your worthless ramblings aren't going to change the fact that you've already earned yourself a life sentence. So, why don't you just give in and just....enjoy? He looks....DELECTABLE." It was the voice that had haunted her for the past few months. The very same voice that convinced her to carry out this insane plan to capture you for herself. She felt her frayed nerves soothe as she put a spell on herself. Yes, this is fine. You wouldn't mind. She's been holding back for so long, so this should be acceptable, right?

Just then, with a pained grunt, you gained consciousness. Your head was bleeding from where she struck you from the back with a bat, and you looked like you were in pain. As you looked up at her with a look of shock and fear, she smiled softly and placed a finger on your lips. "Shh......calm down. I wouldn't want anyone finding out about our little secret." You looked like you had a million questions, but she didn't give a damn about that. She lifted her fedora off of her head and placed it over your head to cover your view. "You're going to stay here, with me, for a looong time. So don't try and do anything too foolish, ok?"

As she eyed your lips with a hunger she never felt before, the voice spoke again. 'Deren: "Kiss him. Claim his lips, shove your tongue in his mouth and make him know he's yours." And that she did. Without a warning nor a word, she slammed her lips onto yours, savoring the softness and the taste of her beloved assistant. Her tongue forced her way inside as she let out a low groan, and when she pulled away, there was a string of saliva bridging their lips. Deren leaned down to the panting you before speaking softly into your ear. "You're mine now."