ice spice improv

trapped

my orbs unfold and i can feel eye crust form around my eyes i rub my pools and look around "where am i" i think, something looks... different. My back hurts i think to myself i look down and notice that i was sleeping on a red big joe trademark beanbag "WHAT THE FLOOP" i exclaim as i get up quickly. I try to run out because o have no idea where i am but i bump into somerhing... GLASS???? IM TRAPPED!!!!!!!! how did this happen i say as i rub my head. atleast my hair is still intact. I hear footsteps coming towards me at an alarming pace. and my nose starts to pick up a vile stench. it smells like a wet trader joe's mixed with pp. "well we'll well isn't it ice spice" the voice says deviously. it sounds familiar. oh no....it's shane dawson i say under my breath as i cower in fear i can feel myself shaking. i see two other figures come up behind him. they're wearing black robes. "WHORE!" one of them says. they uncloaks themselves revealing that they are JAMES CHARLES? the other figure also uncloaks themselves and it's jeffere starr. not an unlikely trio. "Hand over the cash.. isis naija gaston!" shane's voice boomed throughout the room his voice echoing everywhere. "W-W-W-WHAT CASH?!?" I shout "LET ME OUT!!" i'm banging on the glass trying to get out of this prison. "NO BITCH" james charles pulls out a belt and threatens me with it. I flinch and step back causing me to trip and fall back on my plump booty. shane cackles "ohhhh isis" he kneels down to my level and snarls through the glass. "stop acting like a clueless whore..." he busts out a big pear pad and shows me a video of... me getting a lap dance from james charles?!?