Nah, you want to talk.

The men suddenly vanish instantly, just as Kanye's about to shove his cock in Taylor's **** mouth he disappears too, her eyes suddenly fall on you as the stage begins to disintegrate into nothing and you're both left standing in the Brimstone room of the Damned. Taylor looks shocked as she looks around herself, walking slowly towards you.

"What the hell is going on?" she asks, standing a good distance from you.

"I don't know if you've noticed yet, but you're in Hell." you say casually, "and I just saved you from your torment.. for a little bit."

"Golly gee, my hero." she says sarcastically, "what do you want?"

You ignore her question, "How did you die?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"The kind that I want answers to? I have full control of whatever happens in this room Taylor, don't push me." you say, making a chair suddenly appear behind her for affect, it scoops her off her feet and pulls her closer to you.

Taylor stammers for a moment before regaining her composure, "I overdosed."

"Oh? That's kinda lame, I had my money on 'murdered by ex lover'" you say with a chuckle, "how many of those are there now?"

"Oh, get lost. We both know that's all for publicity. Now answer my question." she demands, standing up again.

You sigh, knocking her back onto the chair again and strapping her skinny arms down.

"You don't ask the questions around here, I do."

She stares up at you defiantly, but doesn't argue. The room suddenly begins morphing back how it was, Taylor on stage surrounded by black men. Her eyes go wide.

"No please stop, okay, you're in control!" she squeals, Kanye's cock inches from her lips again.

You roll your eyes, turning the room back the way it was with Taylor strapped to her chair. You lean forward intimidatingly close to her face.

"What I want is my business, your business is giving it to me. Understand?" your voice is full of fire, Taylor nods in agreeance clearly scared of you.

"Good." you smile, "I just want to talk." you summon a chair behind your back, bringing yourself down to her level as it knocks you off your feet.

"Ask away"

"How was being famous?"

"Ugh." Taylor feigns being sick, "what a lame question. It sucked, but so would do anything else."

"Right.." you trail off, realising you don't really have that many questions for a pop star, "how many people did you have to sleep with?"

"Excuse me?"

"To become famous. I bet those lips have seen some action." you say with a chuckle.

"Why would I have to do that, with my talent?" her voice is unwavering with confidence, you roll your eyes at her.

"Oh really?" you ask, the room suddenly changing again.

You both begin rising at an incredible rate, Taylor's eyes open wide in surprise, a sky scraper carrying you high into the air. The walls form around you and quickly become windows, obviously an important office in a very important building. It becomes furnished with a beautiful wooden desk which probably cost more than your entire apartment and many other pieces of random clutter, a man appears seated behind it as golden records begin decorating the wall. Taylor spins around quickly and is seated across from the man. She turns to you.

"What is this? Please stop.." she whispers, her head suddenly turns to face the man in front of her, she's no longer in control.

"It's truly hard to find good talent these days, and who would I be to pick you over.." he picks up a large pile of folders, each with a photograph of a different attractive girl on it, "..any of these? Each so talented.. so tough.." he sighs.

Taylor suddenly looks younger, and more ****. You'd guess she's probably 18 now, dressed in a floral summer dress which hangs loosely on her fairly flat chest. Her hair's more wild, and her famous make up (with red lipstick) hasn't found it's way into her daily routine yet. She leans forward, pressing her elbows against the desk, you'd guess she's trying to show what little cleavage she has.

"I don't know Mr. Rosenberg, I think I'm pretty talented.." she says trailing off, "I can do things those others girl's can't." you're pretty impressed with her confidence.

The man looks bored, he's dressed in an Italian Suit with golden tie, you imagine any object in this room would be worth more than anything you've ever owned, and that suit in particular.. Taylor sits up straight seeming to think for a moment before standing up, there's no hesitation as she puts her hands on the straps of her dress, lifting it up over her head, revealing her stunning slim body. She's not wearing any underwear, and there's no point wearing a bra with her small breasts. She walks around the edge of the desk towards the man, as you come into her vision again she stares at you, her eyes wide and pleading for you to stop.

She's on her knees in front of the man, quickly unfastening his belt buckle.

"Careful, girl. That belt could pay your parents mortgage." he says with a chuckle, grabbing a nearby glass of whiskey and taking a sip as he lets the young Taylor pull his pants down to his ankles, revealing his hardened cock beneath his boxers.

She pulls his boxers down quicker now, you wonder if it's excitement from seeing his bulge or just wanting to get this over and done with. As soon as his cock's out she quickly grasps it with both of her small hands, working the base as she begins sucking the tip. He just reclines in her chair, stretching his arms out wide and relaxing as he's serviced. Watching Taylor you can tell she's done this before, you even have a slight feeling of sadness for her, imagining these old men taking advantage of a barely legal teen. You shake your head, it's still turning you on but at least you're not one of the creeps who did it.

It takes a while to make him cum, eventually Taylor's pumping her fist as fast as possible, staring up at his face while suckling on the tip. He cums in her mouth, ordering her to keep her lips around his cock and to swallow every drop.

"If a single drop of cum touches my suit I'll make sure you never make it. Do you understand?"

She nods solemnly, keeping her lips dutifully around his penis, you see her gulping every few seconds, swallow what she can before sucking his penis again to make sure there are no drops left. When she's finally up and dressed again he speaks once more.

"You're a good girl. I'll think about it." he says, before turning back to his desk, pulling a notepad out and scribbling something into it.

Taylor stares at him in shock, "please.. you can fuck me if you want, even use my ass.. n-nobodies been there before." she's whispering now. The desperation in her voice is heart breaking, it shows how far she's had to go to get where she is now.

The man waves his hand dismissively and the building and man both vanish suddenly. You both plummet at an insane speed back to the brimstone room, Taylor begins ageing back to normal and you both land with a thud in your chairs. She quickly covers her face with her hands sadly.

"Come now Taylor, there's no use crying over spilt milk." you say, humour in your voice.

She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, "did you like that? You're a monster like the rest of them."

You smile back at her, "at least I can admit who I am."