I Survived The Witch [#1] ✓ [Follow Freelove to Read]

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Private chapter 16 after this.  Enjoy.

The video started with a black picture before white letters appear, ‘Behind the Scenes.  Teddy’s Curse. Day 34, costume design.’ The letters then slowly fade.

“Okay Bell! How are you doing today?” A voice behind the camera asked.  The video focused on a large woman sitting in a low chair with two or three other, much smaller women, surrounding her.  These women were doing three things—one, fixing her hair, second, painting and shading Bell’s legs, and the third makeup on the face.  A name appeared on the screen ‘Bell Alanson, Actor, The Beast’ before fading.

“Doing all right today Henry.” Bell responded, “Just got my entourage setting me up for the next shoot.”

“What are you doing today Bell?”  The camera moved around her adjusting on the blood being painted on her legs and the mask that’s slowly being molded to her face.

“Oh you know, same-old-same-old, playing the fat fucked up bitch that scares the crap out of everyone.”

“You say it so lightly.”

“Honestly Henry, it’s not the role I was going for, but you know, when you need food on the table you take what you can get.  Plus, even if it’s not my first choice it feels great to have these fine ladies surrounding me like a beauty queen.”

“Bell!” one of the makeup artists hissed while clipping something into her hair. 

“Well Bell you’re an excellent actor, and you’re very brave to not be ashamed of your body, in fact you prance it about, proud.  This cut won’t go out with the video, but it may to other producers – maybe after they see your amazing talent you’ll get all the roles you want. You sure as hell deserve them.” He chuckled, “I saw you in Sunny Ville, absolutely brilliant, absolutely horrifying.  You should win an Oscar for that.”

“Didn’t think anyone watched that film.”

“When you’re into and film underground horror you tend to see everything in the field. So tell me Bell, what role are you into, what would you like to star as then? This goes out to all my filmmakers.  Hire this woman, please!”

“It’s embarrassing Henry.”  She snuffed a bit and lowered her chin to allow the hair dresser to get to the back of her neck.  The lady working on her face had moved to add a dirty texture to her arms and the one on the legs had just finished and moved out of the shot.  She had shorts on, allowing more exposed skin for the ladies, but it was unlikely this outfit would be the one meant for the set as there was nothing horrific or dirty about it.

“You, embarrassed?  Come on Bell!  If you don’t tell the camera you’ll never get the role, ever.  You can’t get a role no one knows you want!”

“Well you see…  Ladies, please, can I have a moment?”    

“Ms. Alanson, please we need to finish, shoot is in twenty minutes,” said the girl working with makeup at the back of her neck.

“Give me five with the camera Jess.  You’ll be fine, this is personal.”

“Yes Ma’am.” She said, urging the other two girls to trickle off away from the view of the camera.  All that was left was the massive body of Bell sitting in that chair.

“So, what is it then?” The man behind the camera asked.

Bell turned the chair and looked right at the camera, right into the lens. “I’ve always had this deep fascination, and don’t laugh, in leather.  I’m not talking about some leather jacket; I’m talking the tight stuff, the shit you see in a strip club. BDSM crap, you know?” The man behind the camera remained silent.

 Bell gave a glare, one that went past the camera, before continuing.  “I don’t know, I’ve just always wanted something like that.  I want to be all up in tight leather, a whip; I wanna beat someone with it I wanna be the person in charge, not the mindless zombie hulk that just wants to eat everything it sees.  No offence but that role is just demoralizing; no matter how well I play it. Is that really all the playwrights see when they see me walk into the audition? ‘Oh, she’d do fine and dandy as memento to Gluttony’ you really think I don’t see the symbolism?  I’m an actor, college graduate, I’m not dumb.”

“Tight leather then…”

“Yeah, tight leather.  Don’t you be looking at my body and saying I can’t do it.  I sure as hell can… I sure as hell can.”

“Ms. Alanson.” A voice whined from somewhere off to the side.

“Okay, okay, come finish up. Shoot in fifteen minutes.”

“See you around Henry.”

“See you around Bell, and I’ll see what I can do about that role.”

“Really?”

“I don’t care what others think about how you look, you’re a great actor and deserve a shot at it.  If a writer needs a role to fill you’ll be the first on the list. For sure.”

“Thanks Henry.”

“You’re welcome.” The camera turned away from Bell and moved across the dress room towards another part, with another person in the focus.  The clip ended here, but the video must have continued.