Emma Watson

 

Emma speaks at a summit, her boyfriend Keiran Brown looking on with pride. He speaks of womens's rights. Human rights. This fire stirs Dracula's appetite, the pride and satisfaction of the challenge, of turning this symbol of virtue and enlightenment into his sex-craved slave. He approaches her, telling her speech was most interesting, compliments dripping with condescension, eyes blazing with intention. Emma excuses herself, parting with her beau.

Emma and Kieran are heading home in the car. She finds herself, thinking about "His highness." Making her skin crawl, she begins to rant, not realizing the more space she lets him occupy, the more he is inside her. She climbs into bed, still dwelling on the encounter.

She begins to dream, dreams of submission, of whips and collars and chains and being little more of than a pet the of figure that disgusted her in waking life.

Emma is in a pit of obsessions and sensation. One night, when Kieran is at the library. She cries out Dracula's name in her sleep. He knows it's time, appearing at her bed.

Dracula undresses her. Every young man's crush. Every young woman's idol. He asks her teasing questions, about her ideology, about her image. She answers, affirming her new status. And he begins his claim.

Kieran Brown's discovery. He comes home, hearing moans coming from their room. Emma, crying out with a pleasure he never heard before. Words he never thought he'd hear her say. He opens, the sight of her being degraded and drained. Positioned like an animal, scratches on her back. A collar on her neck. Disavowing everything she stood for. Reveling in her new state. And the worst part is, seeing Emma Watson herself like this is arousing, stirring, a dark testament to every man's secret fantasy.

Dracula pulls Emma foward, her back to his chest. He then sinks his into her breast, she smiles, gasping, wickedly delighted, then...she falls. Lifeless on the bed. Dracula lifts her, taking her past her distraught love, and in the shadows, where he appears at his own estate, placing her body into the coffin.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Penelope Cruz

  Penélope and Javier are on the beach, the water glistening on her skin. As the sun sets, making Penélope look ever move radiant they step towards, their beach house, holding hands, staring at the full moon rising and reflecting over the waves, when Javier notices somebody has moved into the house next door. Penelope sees their stranger over the balcony, though somewhat distant, his stare feels rather intimate. Penélope and Javier turn in for bed. She hears whispers of her name. She steps out, again, he stares looking across the balcony. A strange sensation in her stomach. Her lower regions. She climbs back into bed. Her heat beats faster. She steps out into bed, and there, he stands, staring at her. The mist now enters, whisper Penélope's name. In a dreamlike state, she walks down, onto the beach the moonlight beaming through her nightwear. Dracula guides Penélope towards the bedroom, with a mere gesture, she knows to pull the straps of her gown, it spools at her ...
Read more

Rihanna

  Rihanna sits at home with Rakim, "ASAP Rocky" Mayers. She receives an envelope. Addressed to Fenty's founder and most well known model. Inside a letter, and stack photos. Photos of his previous brides, posing in provocative lingerie. Women who would not return her calls. Women she wouldn't dare ask. The letter proposes a pooling of resources. Her brand. His talent. They could produce something...amazing together. Rakim is wowed by the sight, but something about their look seems...off. But Rihanna is consumed by ambition. The pair arrive at the castle. Dracula's mouth curls in desire. The Barbadian goddess herself. He extends a flowery greeting, and obligatory one to her husband. They make their way to the dining hall. They talk shop. And because it's about intimate apparel, about bodies, it cannot be said to be unprofessional. But Rocky knows the innuendo, he sees the way Dracula is looking at his wife. He tells Rihanna he has something she would like ...
Read more

Margot Robbie

  Margot and Tom are at a function when approached by Dracula. He stares that the Golden Goddess, the crossroad of men's desire, women's aspiration, and old-fashioned Hollywood gravitas. At first put off by his boldness, once Dracula introduces himself as "Prince", something in Margot's eyes seems to flash, almost with awe, and secret ambition. He invites the pair to his estate. Eventually, she convinces Tom to go, it could be...inspiration for a project. They arrive, and Margot looks around in awe, and yet, with a sense she always belonged here. That this is where she should be. Margot is transfixed by Dracula's air, his tales, the royal splendor. She on the every word of her host, resentment builds in Tom. He lets out a sarcastic barb, leading Mar g ot to apologize on his behalf, addressing him courtly respect and decorum. He invites her to dance, as Margo smiles infectiously, Dracula asks if she's ever heard comparisons to Grace Kelly, the Hollywoo...
Read more