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Post by stchristian on Aug 18, 2009 7:53:50 GMT -5
Jerri: Keep your eye on the ball…
[She fists Christian St. Christian in the face. His eyes roll into the back of his head.]
Jerri: Hook?
CSC: No thanks.
Jerri: Bite your tongue!
[She rolls her sleeves up and punches him in the cheekbone.]
CSC: Please stop hitting me.
[She jams a handful of nails past his lips and closes his mouth shut.]
CSC (muffled): SHIT!
[She lets him spit the nails out. Blood pours down onto his chest.]
Jerri: Is that a tear I see in your eye?
[She wipes his cornea with two fingertips.]
CSC: Please, I can’t breathe.
[She looks at the pool of blood running down his black latex gimp suit. She gets an idea.]
Jerri: Funny, I’ve never seen what you look like.
[The camera follows her around the chair. She unties his mask and walks back around to take a look at his face.]
CSC: Please let me go! My nose is broken and there’s still nails in my gums.
[She laughs as he sobs miserably.]
Jerri: Why the long face? Hehe, I'll go get some thumbtacks so I can DDT you onto them.
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