Sleaze Land – Chapter 4 (Wicked Games) Part 2
“Allegiance, after all, has to work two ways; and one can grow weary of an allegiance which is not reciprocal.” James Baldwin
“So, how many nude pictures did you send the account before you found out it was an imposter?”
The young dark-haired nineteen-year-old looked down at her fingers, and for a second Emma thought perhaps she was needing them to count.
“If you count the videos I sent, probably a hundred, or more.”
Emma stared at the young woman who was a sophomore in college, and wondered once again where all of the common sense in the world had gone.
“How old were you, when you sent the first picture?”
The girl looked from the prosecuting attorney, to her mother, who was the reason she was in this whole entire mess in the first place – on account of her mom hacking her email account.
“I was seventeen. But he never once asked my age.”
“No, I supposed he wouldn’t.” Emma walked across the stage, in between the judge and the jury (of fifty angry women), and sighed loud enough for all of them to hear.
And then she turned, and with as much compassion on her face as she could muster, she asked, “And when did you realize the pictures and videos were being used on porn sites?”
“When my boyfriend broke up with me,” the now obviously distraught girl answered.
“Now, Isabella, think carefully. Did this imposter account ever offer you pictures of the celebrity you thought you were speaking to?”
“Oh, sure. But he only ever sent the really old pictures, before his face got all messed up.”
The girl was smiling now, as she was quite pleased with herself for having recollected the dig her attorney had instructed her to make. (You know… to help with ratings, and all.)
“What kind of old photos?”
“Oh, you know, the ones with him standing there in his underwear, where you can see his dick-print. He seemed awfully proud of those - still. Kept offering them to me, even though I told him I’d already seen ‘em.”
"And why were you so sure it was him? And not just a fake account?" the prosecuting attorney inquired sharply.
"Well..." the young woman said, with a severe blush, "I guess on account of how pathetic he was. I mean, that and all of his coworkers that followed and interacted with that account."
"What do you mean... by pathetic?"
"Well..." the young woman went on, this time without any help from prior rehearsals, this time squarely from her heart, "cuz he just seemed like he was desperate for human contact and willing to risk any amount of embarrassment to get it. And it fit... the image I had of him in my head. You know... a sad, lost little boy, who can't manage even the simplest tasks?"
“So, why did you send him so many photos and videos, if you weren’t even attracted to him in the first place?” Emma asked, knowing the naïve girl's answer would provide the crux of everything that had gone wrong in Hollywood. At least to Emma's mind.
“Because he’s famous, and everyone knows that if you want to make it in the business 'it's who you know, not what you know' – so I figured if he liked me enough, you know… if I gave him what he kept begging for, he’d eventually help me with my career.”
“Your acting career?”
“No, silly. I’m gonna be a physical therapist to the stars.”
“He despises social media – those around him learned to stop asking “long ago” if he’d start using it (shout-out to his 700k Instagram followers: that’s not him posting).” Travis Fimmel Interview (GQ, 01/04/2018 with Adam Baidawi)
© Raena Exe 2021
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