ENZO EFSERYAN(FREDDIE MERCURY) IS A PROMISING MOVIE ACTOR WHO IS AT A CROSSROADS IN LIFE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND PAULINE AMOS (MARY AUSTIN). APPARENTLY THE END OF IT ALL, IT WILL BE JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE FOR THE ACTOR.
MY PARTICULAR HOMAGE TO...
Enzo's voice was almost a frightened and trapped child's whisper. His perfect diction was useless in that dark and damp cavern. The only noise you could hear were the plenty of water drops that dripped from the rocky ceilings. It was cold in there, from his half open mouth came out a white and thick breath. He argued again with a slightly more firm whisper:
- I gotta go now.
It was a pleading also but he didn't find the cave's way out. Sometimes there was darkness and sometimes neon lights that flashed on him from some place.
His white basic short sleeve tshirt was all ragged. The shreds tickled over his chest while he walked along endless corridors. The black leather shorts well tighted to his perfect ass and his policeman cap over his head. He searched unsuccessfully his black leather jacket and his black and white cashmere scarf. Where could they be?
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His voice sounded again childish when he spoke out his desire of getting out there for third time. In this occasion someone heard him and replied him.
- Not yet.
That's all he spoke. Enzo turned to see the owner of that voice. The face was covered by a joker mask. He was going to take him off but the man twisted his arm to his back with no mercy with his cries of pain.
- That's not allowed -he replied in such a neutral and chilly tone.
Enzo got rid of him and started to run. He ran the best his long and wiry legs let him but everything was darkness and cold. He stopped and felt a little electric shock in his knee joints, on one of his thigh's back. The blow made him lose his strenghts and collapsed on the floor.
There was no darkness now, the red blood light flooded everywhere. It was hard to distinguish a single thing. Enzo just felt his sharp pain on his leg, as though he had a strained muscle. That pain and cold sweat soaking up slowly his little clothes.
He felt a lot of hands over him. Clearly there were masculine, strong, harsh hands. He felt his leather shorts were ripped off so easily as though they were made by paper. They all carried him like they were in the middle of some elaborated ballet choreography and Enzo was the leading dancer.
They placed him over a rack delicately. His own erection clashed against the leather hurting him. There was some laughters against his ear and several tongues taking over all his body. Somebody stretched his arms by the wrists. He looked up to find Pauline grabbing him.
- Enzo, Enzo! Are you ok? Are you ok?
Leoni shook him hysterical on seeing he didn't move. After some seconds he fixed his glance on her, he seemed to come to reality and a tired sigh escaped his throat, collapsing onto the bed again. Leoni placed her hand with very long nails over his hairy chest, looking at him worried.
- It's nothing, darling. It's like an orgasm. You have to find the way to put yourself into one piece for a while -he winked at her trying to calm her down-. But you always end up putting yourself into one piece, ain't it true?
