[Camera pans across marble floors and crystal chandeliers as Maye, Zara, and Lei stroll through the designer boutiques, phones raised for the livestream.]
Maye (smiling at the camera, voice smooth):
"Welcome back, loves! We’ve got a very special guest today—say hello to Lydia Shaw!"
[The camera swings to reveal Lydia, fnked by Li Vane and Sara Croft, looking visibly tense in her thrift-store hoodie amidst the opulence.]
?? "LYDIA’S HERE???"
?? "IS THIS A PRANK"
?? "HOLY SHIT THEY GOT HER"
Zara (grinning, draping an arm over Lydia’s stiff shoulders):
"That’s right! Our favorite little revolutionary is getting a makeover. And guess what? Everything is on Hezri’s dime."
[Lydia opens her mouth to protest, but Li cuts in, steering her toward a Chanel boutique.]
Li (cheerful, maniputive):
"Come on, Lydia. Don’t you want to see what real power looks like?"
[Cut to rapid montage of purchases, each fshed on-screen with price tags:]
8,000 – Chanel tweed suit (Lydia forced to try it on)
5,200 – Louboutin heels ("Every rebel needs a sharp heel," Zara quips)
12,000 – Cartier Love bracelet (csped onto Lydia’s wrist despite her protests)
15,000 – Bottega Veneta leather ensemble ("You’ll thank us ter," Lei purrs)
Running Total: 40,200
?? "THIS IS INSANE"
?? "LYDIA LOOKS LIKE SHE’S GONNA VOMIT"
?? "HEZRI’S REALLY DOING THIS??"
Lydia (hissing to Li):
"This is disgusting. You’re buying me?"
Li (smiling sweetly for the camera, whispering back):
"No, darling. We’re proving a point. Keep up."
[Hezri lounges in his converted hospital penthouse, watching the livestream on one screen while his private banking dashboard glows on another.]
On-screen:
Original Bance: 60,060,000
Spent: 40,200 (on Lydia)
Refund Triggered: +80,400 (200% return)
New Bance: 60,140,200
Hezri (chuckling, swirling his whiskey):
"And they call me the corrupt one."
Maye (cpping hands):
"Now for the main event!"
[The group steps outside, where a Ferrari Portofino gleams under the mall’s spotlights.]
Zara (dangling the keys):
"Your new ride, rebel girl. If you’re brave enough to take it."
Lydia (staring at the car, then at the cameras, voice shaking):
"...This is a trap."
Lei (ughing, stroking the Ferrari’s hood):
"No, Lydia. It’s a test."
[Cut to Sara Croft sliding a contract toward Lydia.]
Sara (softly):
"One signature. The apartment at The Celestia is yours too. Or you can walk away right now. What’s it gonna be?"
?? "SHE’S NOT GONNA DO IT"
?? "BRO SHE’S TOTALLY GONNA DO IT"
?? "THIS IS THE MOST TOXIC SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN"
[Lydia’s hand hovers over the pen.]
Hezri’s Bance Updates:
Spent: 60,000 (Ferrari + apartment deposit)
Refunded: +120,000
Final Bance: 60,180,000
[The screen glows with tension as Lydia’s fingers hover over the contract. The chat explodes in real-time, thousands of viewers holding their breath.]
?? "DON’T DO IT LYDIA"
?? "SHE’S GONNA SIGN"
?? "THIS IS SO FCKED UP"*
Lydia (voice low, shaking):
"...You think this changes anything?"
Sara Croft (smiling, predatory):
"Oh, sweetheart. It changes everything."
[A beat of silence. Then—]
Lydia grabs the pen.
And signs.
[The camera zooms in on the signed contract—then pans up to Lydia’s face. Her jaw is clenched, but her eyes... flicker with something dangerous. Not defeat. Calcution.]
Zara (ughing, cpping):
"Welcome to the winning side, bestie!"
Maye (raising a champagne flute):
"To new beginnings."
[Lydia doesn’t toast. She stares straight into the camera—through it—as if addressing someone only she can see.]
Lydia (softly, deliberate):
"Enjoy the show."
?? "WAIT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN"
?? "SHES PLOTTING SOMETHING"
?? "LYDIA’S NOT BROKEN SHES PLAYING THEM"
[Cut to Hezri’s suite. His banking dashboard updates in real-time.]
60,000spent??→??120,000 refunded
New Bance: 60,180,000
Hezri (grinning, swirling his drink):
"And so the game really begins."
[Final shot: Lydia, now in designer clothes, sliding into the Ferrari. The engine roars—]
—but her grip on the wheel is white-knuckled. Not surrender. Strategy
?? [LIVE STREAM ENDED]
??? 750K viewers | 300K shares | 500K comments
***
[Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the silk sheets in gold. Lydia stirs, her body aching in unfamiliar ways. The weight of an arm draped over her waist—warm, possessive. The scent of sex and expensive cologne lingers in the air.]
She blinks, disoriented, then freezes.
Beside her:
Hezri, bare-chested, still asleep—his sharp features softened in the morning light.
Zara Lin, tangled in the sheets, her dark hair fanned across the pillows like spilled ink.
[Lydia’s breath catches. Fragments of st night fsh in her mind—heated whispers, hands roaming, the dizzying surrender to pleasure she hadn’t expected to crave.]
She sits up abruptly, the sheet pooling at her waist.
Lydia (whispering, to herself):
"What the hell am I doing?"
[A week ago, she was a broke activist screaming into a camera. Now? She’s naked in a billionaire’s bed, signed over to his empire, her body still humming from his—their—touch.]
Zara stirs, stretching like a satisfied cat.
Zara (smirking, voice sleep-rough):
"Morning, rebel girl. Sleep well?"
[Lydia doesn’t answer. Her fingers clutch the sheets—not in shame, but in furious confusion. Because the worst part?
She did.
Like her principles, her rage—all of it had melted under their hands.)
Hezri’s eyes flick open, dark and knowing.
Hezri (zily):
"Regrets?"
[Lydia exhales, long and slow. The answer terrifies her.]
Her fingers trace the faint marks on her hips—his grip, her nails. The ghost of Zara’s mouth still hot on her skin.
Lydia (whispering):
"What have I become?"
[Behind her, the sheets rustle. Zara props herself up on one elbow, watching Lydia with feline amusement.]
Zara (soft, mocking):
"What you always were, darling. A pretty girl."
[Hezri doesn’t move, but his voice slices through the room like a bde.]
Hezri:
"The question isn’t what you’ve become. It’s what you’ll do next."
[Lydia’s reflection stares back at her—changed. The fire in her eyes hasn’t died. It’s just learned to burn colder.]
[She stands abruptly, snatching Hezri’s dress shirt from the floor and slipping it on. It swallows her frame, the fabric still warm from his body.]
***
[The camera opens on Lydia Shaw, now a vision of polished submission, draped across the hood of her crimson Ferrari Portofino. The Celestia’s penthouse balcony stretches behind her, the city lights glittering like a conquered kingdom.]
?? "LYDIA????"
?? "SHE’S ONE OF THEM NOW"
?? "WHAT HAPPENED TO HER"
Lydia (smirking, stroking the Ferrari’s hood):
"Miss me?"
[She holds up a sleek bck phone, tapping to reveal her rebranded social handles—]
@GildedShaw
"Luxury is the new revolution."
?? "NO FCKING WAY"*
?? "SHE SOLD OUT"
?? "THIS IS DISGUSTING"
[She slides into the driver’s seat, revving the engine. The roar is obscene in the quiet penthouse district.]
***
HEZRI’S WAR ROOM – REAL-TIME ANALYTICS
[Screens fsh as Lydia’s live viewer count plummets—250K followers gone in minutes.]
Maye (grimacing):
"She’s bleeding followers faster than we did."
Hezri (unfazed, sipping bourbon):
"Irrelevant. The right people are watching."
***
[The camera shakes as she speeds through downtown, her reflection fractured in the windshield.]
Lydia (raising a champagne flute to the camera):
"To new principles. Better principles."
[She takes a sip. The chat explodes—]
?? "SHE’S DRUNK ON HIS KOOL-AID"
?? "THIS IS SO SAD"
?? "RIP THE REAL LYDIA"
[A notification pops up: "@MarxAndMascara (archived)"—her old account, scrubbed from existence.]
Lydia (softly, almost to herself):
"Some fires should burn out."
[The camera cuts abruptly. The st thing visible? Her white-knuckled grip on the wheel—too tight for someone who’s supposed to be enjoying this.]
[Lydia stands on her balcony, the Ferrari keys digging into her palm. Behind her, the contract glows on her iPad—2.4M debt in bold, the cuse beneath clearer now:]
"Default triggers asset forfeiture and public release of all pre-affiliation DMs (see attached: Bckwood files)."
[She exhales, watching the city lights blur. She pyed herself.]
?? [LIVE STREAM ENDED]
??? 1.1M VIEWERS | 450K SHARES | TRENDING #3 (HATE-WATCH)
