Vince Schneider's fate goes differently than the film ..
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Amber Freeman was watching, always watching him as Vince had made a snide remark to Liv before retreating until she intervened, gesturing Vince over for a drink of her choice which Vince smirked thinking he just scored a hook up as he cocked his head to the side before he was no longer irritated as he sees the dark-haired girl handing him a red-solo cup which Vince takes as she sat beside him outside the bar as she clinks her cup against his as they both sip their drinks.
Vince takes a sip of the drink, feeling a strange sweet sensation off the whiskey as the girl smiled, eyes looking him up and down, seemly checking him out as Vince chugged the rest of the drink down making a grimace face at the sweet aftertaste.
"So, you a friend of Liv's?" Amber asked, looking at Vince politely again. Her eyes staring into his as she slowly sipped her Coke, eyes flickering over to his empty red solo cup as he had drank it in one go.
Amber leaned a bit closer. Her hand slowly moving towards his knee.
Vince blinked, watching the woman smirking at him as he felt strangely off after his glass of whiskey. His clammy hands brushed sweat off his brow, vision a bit hazy. "I think...I'm gonna get going." He slurred as he barely acknowledged her touching his knee.
The girl smirked at him, hand still massaging Vince's knee. "Leaving so soon?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Mmm," he groaned, feeling weirder. "I...I..." he stammered, stumbling up to his feet, stumbling for the door.
As he stumbled through the crowd, feeling strangely unwell until he collapsed onto the concrete. He felt a presence over him, a hand was underneath his chin, lifting his head towards her, forcing him to look at her.
"You okay... you look a bit woozy."
Vince was unresponsive, unaware what had happened as his lids fluttered closed.
Amber looked around, checking if anyone was nearby before she began to tug at him, pulling him so he was laying on his back.
She did one more Quick Look around, checking before she pulled off his flannel, ripping off his black t-shirt. Her fingers looped his belt and she yanked his jeans down and took off his boots and his black socks, leaving him down in just his black covers.
Amber placed the clothes on a dead corpse that she used to resemble Vince Schneider before looking over at Vince picking him up off the concrete and threw him over her shoulder, carrying him like a rag doll.
Amber walked over to his car and popped open his trunk and sets him down inside the trunk.She walked around the car, getting into the drivers seat, starting the engine and began driving, bringing the real Vince with her.
Vince slowly stirred but didn't wake as he could feel movement but couldn't open his eyes the amount of movement in the back was making him queasy.
While driving, Amber looked at her camera to check on Vince. She could see he was stirring a bit but still unconscious.
Vince stirred again, unable to open his eyes as he groaned softly feeling fingers down his jawline.
"F-Fucking roofies."
She pulled up in the lot, popping open the trunk and pulling him out of the trunk, throwing his limp body over her shoulder, as she carried him to her house.
Vince later woke, he was lying on the ground. He blinked rapidly, barely able to gain his bearings. He shakily looked around as he slowly ran his fingers over his face until he realized he wasn't in his room or in the bar.
"The fuck?" Vince whispered, his breathing became irregular as he slowly gets up and stumbles until he realized there's a chain around his neck. "What the fuck!?" He gasped, looking down as he's only in his boxer shorts.
He was standing on a dog bed.
"Good morning, pet."
"Pet?" Vince scoffed.
Amber stared at Vince with a dark glint in her eye. Once Vince remembered the girl.
"You fucking—
Amber pulls at the chain .
Vince collapsed to his knees, letting out a gasp as a choked gasp escaped him as he was on his hands and knees for Amber.
"Good pet."
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