Eli Enchanted

You open up Eli enchanted, a fantasy movie about a boy, Eric who was accidently cursed by a fairy with obedience as a baby. When his wicked stepfather and stepbrothers find out, they take advantage of him, making him do chores and manual labor. You always like this movie and plus you had always found the actors incredibly hot. As the title scene starts playing you have a crazy idea. It would be incredibly to see it up close in real life.

"I wish I was in Eli Enchanted," you say and suddenly you find yourself sucked into the screen.

You blink to find yourself on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. You look up to see an alluring man, reclining at a carved wooden table. His dark, brooding eyes are framed by a tangle of ebony hair, cascading in wild waves to his broad shoulders. A neatly trimmed beard conceals a sinister smile that hints at hidden intentions. You recognize him to be the wicked stepfather from the movie.

Dressed in rich, velvety robes adorned with intricate embroidery and a silver clasp, he exudes an air of sophistication. His long, tapered fingers, adorned with ornate rings, gracefully turn the pages of the book. The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across his angular face, his jawline so sharp, it could cut you out of an inheritance. He turns from his book and makes eye contact with you.

"Thou shouldst know better than to fix thine gaze upon me, when thou shouldst focus instead on making the floors gleam like the stars." the wicked stepfather says with a sneer. You immediately look down at the floor and vigorously scrub. Holy shit, obedience? When you had made your wish, you hadn't meant to become Eli.

"I wish that..." you begin but your wicked stepfather cuts you off once more.

"Speaketh not, for I doth abhor thy vocal tones." He says and your throat closes. "Shit shit shit" you think to yourself. You can't wish your way out of this now.

You continue to scrub the floor, when you hear the door creak open. As the heavy wooden door swings open, two rowdy and strikingly attractive men stumble into the room, clearly drunk, holding onto one another as they laugh. You recognize them as the wicked stepbrothers.

The first stepbrother, with unruly chestnut hair and a devil-may-care grin, is dressed haphazardly, his shirt strings quite loose. His emerald eyes glitter mischievously as he clutches a half-empty goblet of wine. A few errant strands of hair fall across his chiseled jawline, adding to his charm.

The second stepbrother, his tousled ebony hair falling over his piercing sapphire eyes, is equally disheveled but carries a more subdued, calculating vibe. His attire, despite the disorder, hints at an innate sense of style with its deep blue velvet and intricate embroidery. A sly smirk plays on his lips as he leans on his brother for support.

"What the devils have you two gone and done." the wicked stepfather said, putting his book down on the table. The two brothers laughed drunkily, the first responded after letting out a burp.

"We...*laughs* we went to the...pub." he says, staining to get a sentence out. "We did seek, but no maid or whore could be found with whom he might lay."

"Hey, shut it," the second says, "Thy lady didst deliver a slap upon thy face for thou's foolishness."

You muffle a laugh at how ridiculous the two where, which causes the stepfather's head to snap in your direction. He gives you a swift kick, flipping you onto your back.

"How dare thee, foul wench, to disrespect thy step-brothers by indulging in laughter at their expense?" he says, he places a leather boot on your crotch, not applying pressure, but making his power known. "Thou paunchy ill-nurtured cuckold! Dust tho need to be taught a lesson in civility?"