Media Impact Customs - Respect My Time Bathroom Horror HD

Media Impact Customs - Respect My Time Bathroom Horror HD

As Beth walked into the bathroom, she could feel the camera's presence trailing her every move. She knew it was only trying to do its job, but she couldn't help but be annoyed by its constant presence. With a sigh, she turned around to face the camera, ready to give it a piece of her mind. "Listen here, camera," she said sternly, "I'm already running late as it is. I don't have time for your bullshit excuses." Before the camera could respond, Beth reached down and grabbed it, lifting it up to eye level. She looked at it with a fierce glare, her cleavage practically spilling out of her top. "You have five seconds to tell me why you're so late, or I swear to god, I'll..." But before she could finish her threat, the camera suddenly shrank in her hands. It was now no bigger than a thumb, squirming in fear. Beth looked down at it in surprise, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well, well, well. Looks like things are going to be a bit different today." Beth put the tiny camera down on the counter, picking up a bottle of nail polish. She dipped her finger in the polish and then reached down to pick up the camera again. With a mischievous smile, she pushed the camera's tiny body into the bottle, coating it in polish. "Now, you're going to help me freshen up for the day," she said, her voice dripping with cruel excitement. "First things first, clean my feet." She held the bottle up to the camera's view, showing it her feet covered in dirt and grime. The camera let out a pathetic whimper, knowing there was no way out of this. It began to clean Beth's feet, going back and forth between them, trying to make the best of a terrible situation. As the day progressed, Beth found countless ways to use the tiny camera to her advantage. She'd dangle it over hot coals, threaten to squish it between her fingers, all while filming herself in the mirror. The camera learned quickly that resistance was futile, and it became her loyal companion for the rest of the day. By the end of it all, Beth looked stunning. Her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly coiffed, and her outfit was nothing short of breathtaking. As she posed for a final selfie, the tiny camera looked on with a mix of awe and terror. It knew that it would never be free again, but it also knew that it would never be forgotten.