Eminem's huge Nikes make their way into the room first of all, thumping hard enough to make the earth below you tremble, then you see a pair of sculpted white ankles and feet wearing brown leather flip-flops, following close behind Em. The two men continue to make chit chat as they walk into the room and soon enough you look up to see the two towering figures of your master Eminem and Adam Brody, a young Hollywood actor.
"So, this is the latest slave you were tellin' me about, huh?" says Adam, eyeing your tiny form. "He looks like fun!" You don't like the enthusiasm in Adam's stare. There's something in those excitable dark eyes that reminds you of a wild animal watching its prey.
Eminem casually replies, "Shit, man you can have him if you want. All those little fuckers look the same to me anyway.."
You thought you might actually catch a break from being manhandled and thrown around by these ruthless giants after your last ordeal, but now you tremble in your place as the monolithic Adam Brody stomps over to you, his flip-flops slapping hard against the ground, his hairy shins visible under loose white 3/4 pants, and he scoops you up in his huge hand to observe you closer.
You're brought right up against the giant young man's face so that you can make out every inch of skin, every pour, every blemish in perfect detail. You're petrified as Adam grins slyly and say..
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