You walked out to the stage, your head pointed down at the ground, sweat running down your face. How did you even get there in the first place? Were you drugged? 'No time to dwell on that now..' you thought to yourself, before going up to one of the seats and sitting down.
"Hah. Knew my guys would've gotten you here" You heard someone mutter. You looked up, the voice somewhat familiar yet you couldn't place your finger on who the hell it was...Well, that was until you looked up and saw....
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Daddy Pig.
"D-Daddy Pig? How did you get me here? A-and didn't you divorce me awhile ago?" You were a stuttering mess, your anxiety rising, remembering all the things Daddy pig did to you.
"Well Duh, I had George kidnap you."
You looked over at Dr Phil, expecting him to break this up.
But instead he was too busy staring at you. Glaring at your beautiful hair and envying all of it, as he hardly had any hair.
Eventually, Dr Phil spoke up.
"Shut up bacon bitch." Dr phil said, getting up and shoving Daddy Pig.
Everyone in the studio gasped, including you. Why was he, the sexy, hunk of man, supporting you? Wasn't he always neutral in these kind of situations? ...Does he.. 'No. Shut Up. He'd never like me. He's too sexy for me anyways..."
Daddy Pig flinched but smacked Dr Phil, trying to act like an alpha male.
But Philly wasn't having any of his bs.
Dr phil knocked down Daddy Bacon and punched him in the throat, causing the filthy swine (teehee I mean Daddy Pig Btw) to gasp for air.
You got up and had to split them up yourself.
One of the directors whistled loudly and then screamed "Cut the cameras. Dead Ass."
"What the hell..." You muttered under your breath, not realizing that you said that outloud.
Oh man. Dr phil is hella obsessed with you.
And he isn't afraid to hurt anyone to get what he wants.
