Naked Minds: Reading your mind like an open book

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** Warning: some parts may include gory details. Feel free to skip those between the Asterisks (***).

<< GUN >>

Missy and I were chilling at the side parlour eversince P'Off left. The crew was taking their time to set up on the driveway. It was quite relaxing as we didn't have to deal with Karen who's been sour at the entire scenario. Missy and I took pictures and enjoyed the pastries served by P'Off's maids. It was an authentic English Tea party experience!

"P'Off is really something else!" Missy sighed as she leaned back on her chair and extremely satisfied with the food.

"Do you mean him being filthy rich?" I asked.

"He is but that's not what I meant. I'm pointing at the fact that he actually had his whole arsenal watch over you when he's out!" Her eyes most popped out of her sockets. "He's just too sweet! You know you can tell me if you're already going out."

"We're really not." I admitted.

"I cannot imagine how protective he will be when you two hook up." her imagination was already going wild.

"I will not destroy your fantasy but that's why they're called fantasies." I sighed.

She was playfully hitting me when Maetee entered. He had to remind himself that Missy is a guest and shouldn't be tackled down. He just said that the crew will be ready in 10 minutes.

Missy and I walked out of the parlour trying to keep ourcomposure. We went our separate ways to internalize our characters. People watched us as we walkekd from the entrance to separate sides of the driveway. I quietly thought of the correct emotions and reactions to portray.

I watched Missy sighed before getting in the car. One take was done for her lines and another take was done for mine. It was the so-called accident scene that would be taken from multiple cameras. After 2 successful takes from either side, we both got ready for THE shot.

A cameraman was with her with 2 cameras inside the car. There were 2 cameraman on my end, one to take my expression and another to take the incident. It's quite a set for a 1-minute shot. All I knew was that she had to floor it just to get the desired speed.

"Camera... Lights... Action!"

The car engine started. She began revving the car.... once.... twice... thrice. Each one louder than the other. She finallhy released the handbreak. As I heard her floor it, I turned in terror. The distance between me and the car is diminishing but the speed does not. My feet were planted on the ground, unable to move. I could hear the breaks engaged, creating a long skid marks on the ground.

I cannot move. I was completely frozen in place. I held onto my breathe as it felt like it was my last.

I could hear Missy continously begging and crying for the car to stop but the breaks are not engaging.

As the car came forward,  I recalled a memory of a body being mangled and beaten as a vehicle drove over it.

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The front bumper slammed hitting the shin, causing the body to fall on the hood. The vehicle proceeded to accelerate causing the body to hit the windshield, be dragged for several meters, and fly in the air before dropping lifeless on the concrete.

I doubt the person could live afterwards. The leg was broken in three parts. The clothes were dirty, torn, and ripped in different directions, showing scrapes, wounds, and bruises on the skin. The neck was twisted in a way that the head was facing the back. The face, although partially covered by the hair, was beaten and bruised. Blood gushed out from the mouth revealing a dislocated jaw.