33. Holy. Fucking. Shit. #3
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?? @ElmHollowGossipGirl (Post with a screenshot of the kitchen scene)
Text: "I AM SCREAMING. ?? Lucien shoved his lube-covered thumb into her mouth and told her to 'EAT'. This reality show just shattered every boundary and I am so here for it with my popcorn. Give Aunt Tina an Oscar."
?? Comments:
@SpicyBookLover99: I need to go to church after watching that scene. But first... can someone drop the link to buy that strawberry syrup? Asking for a friend. ??
@RealityTrashTV: Adopted or not, the way he looked at her while she sucked his fingers permanently altered my brain chemistry.
@WadeStanAccount: Emerson's fake murder was the pinnacle of modern television. Lucien wasn't acting, he literally wanted to rip his head off!
?? @AuntTinaTok (Video Reaction - 5.2M views)
[Aunt Tina dancing in the production RV holding a fake plastic axe]
"DARLINGS! Ratings have skyrocketed! Did you see Princess Carolina?! 'Why choose,' she said! An icon! And Lucien?! He stamped that demon's brand straight onto our hearts! ?? But girls... keep an eye on Willers. The Golden Retriever has sharp teeth. I'm just going to leave you with this:
Selene had massive hickeys on her neck. ????"
?? Comments:
@DoubleTroubleFan: Princess Carolina banging both twins in a barn is literally the story arc of the century. ??????
@CowGirl88: GIRLS HER SHIRTS. I worship her like a goddess.
@HorrorAndSmut: AUNT TINA RELEASE THE UNCUT FOOTAGE!
?? X (Ex Twitter) HIGHLIGHTS:
@ReaderGirl_Selene:
"GUYS. Ron Willers looking at Selene like he wants to devour her. Her acting all fake grumpy but then blushing when he brings her the perfect coffee. I LIVE for this! ????"
@DarkRomanceBitch:
"Can we talk about when Emerson looked at Selene's legs and Ron physically moved to shield her and block his view? He went from Golden Retriever to guard Rottweiler in 0.5 seconds. ???????"
@RomComJunkie:
"The way Selene Dusk writes her dark dominants vs. the face she makes when Ron Willers flashes his dimple at her. She is entirely at that man's mercy and fighting for her life not to admit it. ??"
@BookishVibes:
“Is nobody going to talk about how hot Levi is? He hasn't ripped off enough shirts on this reality show... I'm going back to rewatch the reruns of Summer Lovin'.”
CONFESSIONAL
[REC – MAIN CONTROL ROOM / CONFESSIONAL]
The confessional camera clicks on.
Cade and Cole are crammed onto the small black leather couch, their broad, massive shoulders knocking together, taking up every single inch of available space.
They’re wearing wrinkled plaid shirts, their hair is a mess, and their hats are resting on their knees.
They are scowling, arms crossed over their chests, radiating palpable irritation.
"This challenge wasn't fair," Cole kicks things off, glaring at the camera operator. He massages a sore shoulder with an annoyed grimace. "It was fucking obvious the two of us couldn't fit in that crate. It was physically impossible."
Off-camera, a producer's flat, detached voice chimes in. "Everyone else fit, Cole."
Cade jerks forward, eyes wide, throwing his hands up in pure exasperation.
"Are you kidding me?!" he snaps, pointing at himself and then at his brother's sheer bulk.
"We are the only ones with two guys on the same fucking team! The other pairs have a woman, the proportions balance out way better! You guys couldn't even get the coffin shut!"
Cole nods vigorously, doubling down. He points an accusing finger straight at the lens.
"And excuse me, but... this elimination system is complete bullshit," he declares, his voice dropping into a combative growl.
"We won or placed at the top in every single challenge so far. And then what happens? We lose one, due to blatant unfairness, and we're out of the game? Just like that? The points systems on other reality shows worked way better!"
Cade crosses his arms again, nodding grimly. "Exactly. We demand a redemption round."
Silence falls over the small studio. The twins stare at the camera, stubborn, waiting for a logical response from production.
Then, suddenly, the neon lights in the confessional flicker and snap off with a buzz.
Darkness swallows the couch.
Click.
A cold, white, ghostly light switches on from below, illuminating a face just inches from the edge of the frame.
It's Aunt Tina.
She's holding a heavy flashlight under her chin, casting grotesque, diabolical shadows that distort her features, highlighting her dark lipstick and smudged makeup. Her smile is a masterpiece of theatrical sadism.
Cade and Cole jump.
"You only die once, Cole," the showrunner whispers, her voice low, drawling, and loaded with doom.
Cole and Cade recoil in unison against the back of the couch, their shoulders slamming into the wall, their faces pale from the jump scare.
"Jesus Christ, Tina!" Cade exclaims, clapping a hand over his heart.
Aunt Tina snaps the flashlight off with a sharp click.
The screen fades to black, leaving only the echo of her wicked cackle ringing in the viewers' ears.