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Originally posted by Nicole
I forgot about this...
It’s 2AM. Katy arrives home and heads straight for the bathroom. She brushes, gargles and washes the salty, metallic taste out of her mouth. She’s been in the recording studio with Luke.
She looks at her reflection in the mirror. It’s worth it, she tells herself. It’s all worth it. But the troubled look in her eyes says otherwise. She changes out of her hot-pink cat outfit and climbs into bed. She needs a feel-good movie. Something to make her feel better about what she witnessed tonight. She chooses her go-to feel-good movie, The Reader.
On Katy’s TV, Kate Winslet stands trial for her Nazi crimes. “What was I supposed to do?” Kate asks in a thick German accent. “I had orders!”
Orders, Katy tells herself. That’s right. I was also just following orders. Flashback to earlier that night. Ke$ha’s square body is cuffed and tied up in a painful angle. From the corner of the room Luke smiles deviously and nods at Katy. Following his orders, Katy drop a rotisserie chicken in front of Ke$ha, just out of her reach (it’s the same brand from the sticker on her door).
Back on Katy’s TV, Winslet is now shaking. On the verge of tears. “I couldn’t just let them go!”
Exactly, Katy agrees. I couldn’t let her go either!
Flashback. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Ke$ha leans her square body forward, reaching for the chicken with her tongue, grunting like an animal. Luke nods again at Katy. She hesitates, but she has no choice. She forcefully SHOVES the chicken into Ke$ha’s mouth. Chicken grease and slime drip down Ke$ha's large, freckled face. Luke chuckles cruelly and turns to Katy. “I’m off to Becky G’s house for a bit. Keep an eye on Fridge” he says, handing Katy the keys to the handcuffs. He also hands her a large cucumber. “Practice your throat tension and relaxation exercises with this while I’m out,” he adds with a smarmy wink. “We’ll hit the studio when I get back.” When Luke is gone, Ke$ha looks at Katy with pleading eyes. Katy looks down at the objects Luke has placed in front of her. The handcuff keys and the giant cucumber. Conflicted. A real-life Sophie’s Choice. After a moment’s hesitation, she picks up one of the objects…and opens her mouth as wide as possible.
“So you see,” Winslet implores. “I was just following orders. How could I let them go?!”
Katy nods, looking more satisfied and less disturbed now. There was nothing I could do either, she convinces herself. The Reader did the trick once again. Feeling the guilt ebbing away, she drifts into a sweet, unperturbed, dreamless sleep.
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 next time make Katy seem more like an airhead though. This isn't as good as the "make it cuter" one.
Badger need I even read yours? Only one person quoted it so...
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