Nightmares of Futures Past
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Kelly Hu: Nightmares of Futures Past
"Yippee... we won..." then she whispered "God this is boring." she continued to click the remote and scroll through channel after channel and still? Nothing... she tucked her legs up underneath herself and got comfy on the couch not caring that she should have at least checked to see what was next... before she simply strolled off at left Stone Rage's gathering of girls for the whole Vegas Adventure.
"Nope, uh-uh... nohhh, infomercials? I need to go ta bed." she murmured. She saw a brief flash of the ABA laid out lewd after getting trashed by the Fab-4 and a surge of resentment came out of nowhere... and quickly subsided "I need to go to bed." she reminded herself again, but she'd been trying that for some time, with no such luck. Her couch companion, however? Was right there to lick her face in an attempt to cheer her up "You're about the only friend I've got left after the crap that happened in Vegas." she decided since she was bearing her soul... to her little pug, DOG! Might as well... get it all out in the open then...
"I've never been so humiliated like that before in my entire life." she looked at him, and he almost seemed to sympathize with her as she sighed "I couldn't possibly stay there and celebrate or do whatever they intended to do." she held him up in the air a bit, up underneath his frontquarters, supporting his little body and wishing it was a man and not her dog... as she quietly confessed to Dr. Phil Dog.
"I thought I was gonna go in there and win the day and be the heroine and... and... uhlk, it was a total disaster... a total fuckin disaster... with me getting fucked... a lot" she felt the twinge between her legs and she felt a flashback of being forced to "I got punked repeatedly," she sighed "then I got captured by the enemy... made to dance like some mail order bride... and then..." she could still? The images were vivid, allllll too vivid... it was the main reason why she couldn't really sleep... it was the fact that she had gotten turned out... that was the real reason why she was bearing her soul to her little buddy... and not to another human being... she'd already had enough soul bearing to last her a lifetime... and with everything that happened?
She sat him down in her lap and rubbed his brown and white, pitch-patch colored body as she actually winced at how... Lisa Lipps... ill, nasty... nasty... pasty... nnn, and not so... tasty... Lisa Lipps... I just couldn't beat her... I couldn't get away from that fat-bellied, burned up looking White bitch... and she kept... kicking my ass and I just... I just? Finally she couldn't keep sitting there silently hammering herself and her new found therapist seemed more than eager to hear her story, so she told her last loyal friend "Ohhh my little doggie... looks like this bitch got beat-up... pretty bad" then she held him close as she murmured "This is nice... and lame... not you of course, not you... it's not you... its..." She let out a frustrated groan as she clicked off the TV and sat... in the... dark "Doofus..." then she tried to play it off "God, I'm so fuckin BORED!"
With that said, she got up and walked her bare feet across her nice carefully carpeted floor and enjoyed the feeling of freedom from not wearing any panties underneath her ass-length long nighty, while she clutched her companion in her arms "HHHHHuhlllll, don't even have? I don't even have" she couldn't believe how everyone was AVOIDING HER.
"Least I could do is get some tonight, but?" she knew exactly why she couldn't even find one fuck-buddy from her little black phonebook "Everybody is busy..." she whispered, but this time she couldn't play it off as she blurted out "Yeah right!?!? FUCKIN DESERTERS! Can't, I can't believe they turned their backs on me like this... Some fuckin friends I have, huh Doggie? Literally... some fuckin friends..."
She was fully aware that people were ducking her, they were ducking her... after the shit that went down in Vegas... when she went out there to help the Fab-4 with Tyra and the others? And GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME! She actually had to remember that she was holding her little friend because she was about to do something STUPID! Never mind that she was walking around by the thin moonlight that was creeping in from some of the blinds and shit. She'd spent much of her time back moping... hiding out from all of the snickering shit that was going on whenever somebody saw her... It wasn't supposed to go like that... it just...
THIS IS PATHETIC! HOW COULD I LOSE LIKE THAT!?!? ME!?!? I'm better than this, I'M BETTER THAN THEM! How... how did... this happen? Where did I go wrong? She walked through the rest of her flat, mad as FUCK! And trying hard... to fend off the fact that... she couldn't sleep because of the shit that had happened! Because of the fact that Lisa had PUT IT ON HER! The fact that if she would've beaten JERI RYAN!?!?! She never would've needed Halle Berry to BAIL HER OUT!!!! We went there to RESCUE THEM! But in the end....
She flopped down on her bed and then fell over onto her side... clutching her little companion... and trying to come to terms with the fact that she wasn't even CLOSE to being ready to compete in Stone Rage's Battle Zone... and she found that out in the absolute worst way possible because...
In the end...
Even in this sliver of moonlit memory... she could still... see everything, as clear as day...
In the end...
Jeri was standing over top of her, beating the smug-arrogant SHIT OUTTA HER!
Fuckin bitch... you fuckin bitch, Kelly curled into a little ball on her bed as she shivered from the sick sensations of her slit becoming wet with want... because of the fact... that after Jeri beat the crap out of her... too many times in ONE---- FUCKIN FIGHT!!!! The blond haired Borg bitch had tricked her and tripped her up on so many fuckin different levels! I was there like a goddamn TOURIST! I was there SIGHT-SEEING AND SHIT! Like I didn't know any fuckin BETTER! Because...
She held on to the only "person" she had left at this point... her little Dog... and she held on because...
In the end... I didn't, she didn't wanna admit it... I didn't, but she had no choice, not after everything that had happened to her and the way that she'd gone about the whole situation... In the end... I didn't know any fuckin better... and I paid for it... repeatedly.
She flinched as she remembered how many times Jeri had sent her swirling into unconsciousness... only for that horrible, horrible darkness to lift... with Jeri right there to kick her right back INTO IT! Kelly pressed her face against the bed, hiding her tears and trying to make it all go away! BUT IT WASN'T WORKING!!!! That bitch! She could feel the handcuffs, she could remember being chained up, whittled away at by Lisa... She whined as she kept looking at how she swore, SHE SWORE IT WAS SO FUCKIN EASY! It was supposed to be... just like in the movies, just like when I'm on the set! She kept telling herself! It never should've HAPPENED LIKE THAT! NEVER! She could feel herself... getting turned on... as she was seeing image after sick fuckin image... of Lisa, THAT BITCH! Breaking her down, wearing away at her self-esteem... making her... making sure that she...
Then Kelly lost herself in the memories, as she lay underneath this sliver of moonlight that showed her, it showed Kelly, in all of her heat... she was wet, totally turned on from being turned out in Vegas. Her eyes... a glassy-glaze of obvious broken defeat... and submission, but worse... a longing for... her "Mistress..." she moaned like she meant it, like she needed it, needed her, to take her by her leash again... because her lost little slave was totally out of her element, over her head... and without any sense of direction or what the fuck to do... so she moaned for her "Mistress..." but then that last little sliver, that last little... corner of Kelly, who she used to be... tried to tell her, show her, that Lisa was only doing the bidding of the ABA. That Lisa, wasn't worthy enough, to be her mistress... if she was she would have come here by now and reclaimed her, forced her to come back and serve her!
Then Kelly started whining softly, trying to sort it all out aloud, convince herself "Noh, noh-not, not me... you, u can't do this, not ta meh, u can't, I?" I tried to fight back, I TRIED TO RESIST HER! TRIED TO, but "Noh, noh, I ------ I'm too strong for some shit like this to work on meh! It won't, u can't... u... can't... u can't break me like this... u fuckin bitch... u can't do this to meh... I'm a fuckin star... I'm... I'm..." It was supposed... it was supposed to be... I was supposed to win... this was my shot! MY CHANCE! And I totally blew it... I totally fucked it all up... now? And now I'm just... I all turned around now... bitches turned me out... they fuckin... turned meh out...
She realized that her fuckin hand was shaking? Her nerves were shot. Her confidence was gone! And it was gone because she was nothin but hype in the first fuckin place "That's why I didn't have any matches" she murmured "Everyone could see it... Stone Rage could see... they all could see it... they knew... everyone fuckin knew... everyone except for me..." but then she realized "But... but if they knew?" she wiped her tears "If they knew? Then... then why didn't they tell me!? Why didn't they... why didn't they warn me?" she felt a surge of anger as she remembered Halle's attempts to cheer her up, to let her know that even she had, but? Then she remembered when she was... in the midst of serving her mistress? LISA! In the midst of, she struggled with the sensations, the icky sensations of spending her days muff-diving in that stank cooch... she frowned in disgust... but...
She shook her head and tried to clear the cobwebs and "I didn't wanna do it! I'M NOT LIKE THAT! I'M NOT INTO THAT! FUCKIN BITCH!" Kelly forced herself up and finally let go of her dog, but he stayed close and continued to stay by her side as she sat there sitting up on her hands, staring down at the bed under this sliver of moonlight night... that was clearly affecting her... She couldn't stop crying... She kept trying to convince herself that "I didn't like it! They FORCED ME TO DO IT! They NEVER SAID, THEY'D DO THIS KINDA SHIT TO MEH!"
She shook her head as her hair hung down around the side of her face and her tears were raining down as she started freaking the fuck out about the fact that "HE NEVER SAID THEY'D GO THAT FAR!?!? STONE RAGE NEVER," but the reality was... she was the one all gung-ho to go charging off to get involved in someone-else's-fight! She ranted and raved, shook with anger and emotion at the fact that SHE'D GOTTEN BEAT! BADLY! SHEEEEEE HAD TO BE RESCUED!!!!! SHHHHEEEEEEEE HAD TO BE SAVED!!!!!
It hurt, it hurt like all hell and she couldn't fuckin STOP IT FROM HURTING! And she couldn't stop it from hurting because she didn't want to admit the fact that everything that she thought she was, was just one big fat fuckin Hollywood LIE! From her Martial Law martial arts scenes, with a REAL MARTIAL ARTS MASTER, Sammo Hung. Even with her role in the Scorpion King opposite the Rock! She'd learned her fair share, but when it fuckin mattered!?!?
Total cluster fuck-up! Complete with running like a bitch, BEING STRIPPED! And!?!? Getting knocked the fuck out, NUMEROUS TIMES! Never mind being tied to a fuckin taxi, with bungee cords! OHHHHHHHHH the tabloids haven't been fooled by Ms. Hu's PR people, trying to spinnie-spinnie-spinnie, Magical Sin City Impersonator HA-HA-FUNNY, SPIN this SHIT!
Kelly gripped the bed and just started pulling on the covers and screaming like a bitch on the verge of a nervous fuckin BREAKDOWN! All the while her little friend was howling away at her side to show his understanding... Kelly... kept this shit up till she started ripping the sheets, shredding it with her nails, picking and clawing at it! And her little dog too was right there to help her take out her frustrations on this fuckin unfortunate piece of LINEN!
The two of them started tearing her bedroom apart piece by piece. Starting with her pillows! It wasn't long before all kinds of down feathers were flyin all over the fuckin place as this unlikely Bonnie and Clyde of catastrophe! Started mindlessly destroying clothing, slippers, more sheets, they seemed to be the easiest targets to take out along with? MORE PILLOWS! They then expanded their reign of terror to the linen closet. The shoe closet. The wardrobe closet. All of the useless "training exercise equipment", which... the dog had to leave to her to mash up with a mallet... but he was doing a lot of supportive barking, just to cheer her on!
This shit went on well into the fuckin night till...
"I hate comin out to these fuckin gated areas." he knocked again as his partner glanced around and nodded. But they still got no fuckin response? He banged on the door again as his partner checked in with dispatch to let them know that nobody was answering. Meanwhile Sgt. Hunter banged again, using the butt of his long ass industrial strength flashlight "MISS HU!!!! THIS IS THE POLICE! ARE U IN THERE!?!?" then he turned back to his partner and murmured "Did I just fuckin say 'Ms. Hu are u in there?' That's got too many ways that that can go all over the place."
But his partner fired back "Maybe we did miss who."
To which Sgt. Hunter said "That's why your wife left you, jackass."
"Aw c'mon sarge!?!?"
But Hunter was back to banging and then "Tell'em we're gonna check it out and we got no answer." he glanced around and saw that her neighbors weren't exactly CLOSE "Lord I hope we ain't got no Kurt Cobain cokehead up in here. It'd be a goddamn waste of woman if she's killed herself or somethin." he made sure to check the rookie before his young dumb ass brought up the tabloid shit that showed Kelly in all kinds of demeaning crap while she was out in Vegas. Then they both heard the door unlock... and could hear someone clearly struggling "Ms. Hu? Kelly are you all right in there?"
A muffled something came back... then they heard yipping... barking...
The Sarge wasted no time "Okay, I think we'd better go in, somethin ain't right. Ms. Hu, could you open the door?" then both him and his partner were startled as they knew all too well what it sounded like when somebody did a face-plant up against a DOOR! "KELLY?!?! Ma'am, WE'RE COMING IN!"
But before they could jackboot the door down, the bolt unlocked.... and.....
"Sorry for the delay." she was thankful she'd gotten here in time.
Both men were taken off-guard by "Who?"
"I'm sorry, but I just got in. I came through the back, please excuse my going around you, but?" she whispered "Miss Hu is in dire straights right now. I'm sure you've seen those pictures in the paper and on the internet?"
The rook was too busy staring at tits, but the Sarge was on point as he asked this unexpected woman "So you are?"
"I'm Miss Hu's maid and personal valet." she nodded to both officers as she explained that "I was on vacation while she was away in Vegas. She called me not long ago... she's" she looked back and made sure that they could see in behind her "She's not doing too well, so? She made it clear that... I'd have to get to work immediately in cleaning up her... outburst..."
The Sarge flashed his light into the darkness and the whole goddamn living room was just a goddamn MESS! And there... on the floor, in the midst of this mess... was Kelly Hu... and her dog... she was laying there looking a total fuckin wreck. Face down, nighty up, she looked like she'd been on some sort of drinking binge or worse. Her dog was simply laying there next to the passed out diva, his tail, wagging away! The Sarge made it clear that "I'm gonna have to"
But Kelly's maid interceded and whispered to him "Please. Please, she really can't afford anymore public humiliation." the Rook was trying to figure out if this woman was Italian... or... maybe... a mulatto? Meanwhile, she pleaded with the Sarge "Sargent," she looked at his chest, making it clear that she was trying to see his badge number and name "Sargent?" she asked, clearly showing she was fishing for his name.
"Hunter." he replied.
"Sargent Hunter," she tried to maintain some sort of air of professionalism, but it was clear to the two cops that she was trying desperately to get them to leave to protect her employer from further public embarrassment "she's an emotional wreck right now. The neighbors called out of genuine concern and I know that Miss Hu will really be thankful of their concern, but? She's angry, she's hurt, and she really needs time to pick up the pieces" she looked at him pleadingly "She really needs her privacy..."
He thought about it... gave Kelly's hired help a once over... very nice... verrry nice... then...
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