THE COLLECTOR (Part 1: Murder of Li)

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«‘The Collector: Student Reporter’ is nothing short of a masterpiece, what you might call Arthouse Erotic Horror. Full of iconic moments, this video is destined, in my opinion, to become a classic. Make no mistake, what Ugine and team have produced is one of the best videos in the genre, ever, and your money here is well spent.




What I gave Ugine was an insanely complex script. It took the characters seriously, giving paragraph after paragraph to their thoughts and feelings. It linked out to clips from some of the best videos in our genre — specifically, the best portrayals of my favorite elements that I wanted to repurpose for my story. And it had a story arc, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Not to mention that Ugine even integrated multiple audio clips that I had recorded by a voice actress for one of the character’s internal dialogue. This was truly hard work, and I can’t thank Ugine enough. This was a leap of faith for me, and Dark Rooms delivered!»



Customer’s Review



CAST: Annabelle, Judi, Li, Max

ALL DIALOGES ARE IN ENGLISH WITH VOICE OVER TRANSLATION (By Actresses By Customer’s Side)! FIRST TIME IN OUR HISTORY!



THE BEST SHOOTING STORY!

LIGHTING, SOUNDING, BOOM, DIRECTING WERE MADE BY PROFESSIONAL CINEMA CREW!



Fetish Elements

Adult Student Girls, Stalking, Shooting to the body with silencer, Shooting and destroying bra for topless, Shooting to the breast, Death, Death Stare, Playing with body (very lot!) , Death Stare With Tounge Out, Stripping Nude, Touching Breasts, Touching Face, Injection to freeze the body



Plot

On the campus of The Pence Academy, an all-girls boarding school in the northeast United States, all is quiet. Most of the girls — teenagers, from wealthy families — have retired to their rooms, except for a handful of seniors (all of them 18-years-old), who as leaders of various student organizations are working into the night. One such girl is KAITLIN GALLAGHER, the ambitious daughter of international banker, Robert Gallagher.

Wearing a black suit, white shirt, and red tie, THE COLLECTOR is calm, cool, and collected, as he sits in his car parked across from the Pence Academy senior class house. He is a hitman, and this is his first job in the U.S. His first American target: Kaitlin Gallagher. His job is not just to stop her from publishing the exposè on Petrov, his client, but also to make an example of her.

He gets the task to eliminate Kaitlin Gallagher but he must kill also two her roommates. The Collector is what you might call a high-functioning maniac, doing what other hitmen refuse to do: kill young women. Of course, the young women of interest to his clients usually came from privilege — wielding power they inherited, never earning it. And it was Kaitlin’s status as an American princess — her arrogant adolescent pursuits — that made killing her so tantalizing.



Worse than death was what he did with the girls afterward. In a previous life, he was a Russian defense services officer — a scientist, in fact, tasked by his government to find ways of incapacitating and preserving the bodies of criminals for long-term, inexpensive imprisonment. The result: cryo-nanoparticles, which preserved bodies perfectly, though not without killing them first — often in dramatic fashion. Thus he failed, though not entirely, for he had found a way to turn his victims into living dolls.

His first victim is Ashley Witford, the queen of graduation.

Ashley arrives at the entryway of the house. A distracted look on her face, she begins climbing the stairs — while The Collector watches her unnoticed from his car. He knows what happens to girls who climb stairs in short skirts. Suppressing his excitement, he covers his mouth with his hand.



As she reaches the top of the stairs, her skirt flips up, though not enough, revealing just the bottoms of her ass cheeks — and just briefly. Disappointed, but patient, he continues watching her, trusting the skirt will betray her soon enough.



Now at the door, Ashley goes to find her keys. Letting the left strap slide off her shoulder, she cradles the backpack on her right side and unzips the front compartment. Rummaging through the contents for several moments, she just cannot find her keys. Frustrated, she sets the backpack on the ground and squats to dig through it more thoroughly.



As she squats digging for her keys, she pays no attention to her skirt riding up her ass, finally revealing it. The upskirt is completely accidental, and she would be horrified to know a man was enjoying it. The bulge of her pussy presses against the cotton fabric of her simple panties, framed by the roundness of each ass cheek.

Ashley keeps digging, when at long last she hears a METALLIC JINGLE — she has found her keys. Relieved, she breathes a sigh of relief. Then standing back up, she arches her back to maintain her balance, accentuating her ass before it finds cover under the skirt again.



She picks up the backpack and puts it back on. In a moment of self-awareness — rare for this would-be prom queen — she adjusts her skirt, yanking it down and confirming with her fingers, their fingernails painted white, that her ass is properly covered. Paranoid, she takes a quick look around — noticing the car, though making nothing of it.


Opening the entryway door, Ashley walks into the house, phone in hand. As she walks to her room, the phone BUZZES with a message from someone named Emily Astor.

EMILY ASTOR is texting Ashley from her dorm room. Wearing a sports bra and spandex booty shorts and her hair tied in a ponytail, she stands barefoot on an empty stretch of floor, ready for some yoga — something she feels compelled to tell Ashley.

Daughter of David Astor, a real estate investor, Emily was born and raised in New York City — as she frequently reminds others. She loves yoga almost as much as her mother, and one day, she wants to open her own studio in Manhattan.

Having had enough, Ashley puts her phone down on her desk and starts to get undressed. Undoing the buttons, she removes her blouse, revealing a pair of young breasts suspended in a simple bra. Then tossing the blouse aside, she goes to remove her skirt — when all of a sudden, she hears someone whistling behind her.



She gasps, as she turns to find The Collector pointing a gun at her. Staring blankly at him, she shakes her head no, raising her hands slowly in surrender. With bated breath, she begins pleading with him.

Before the word “no” can leave Ashley’s mouth, The Collector fires into her abdomen, below her navel — the BLAST
MUFFLED BY THE SILENCER ON THE GUN. She HOWLS in
agony as the bullet leaves just a small hole in her flesh, spewing a rivulet of
blood that runs down her pelvis.

Clutching her wound with her hands, she YELPS as she doubles over in agony, giving us a look down the cleavage of her breasts from the front — while from the back, we look up her skirt.



In terrible pain, Ashley straightens her back and stares at The Collector. She looks confused as much as she looks scared, and shaking her head, she begins to CRY. This only makes him LAUGH, and grinning widely, he fires two more shots into her chest.

His bullets strike the very middle of her bra — right on target — shredding the fabric and leaving the disconnected cups to fall away from her bare breasts. Her heart pierced through, she is dying, NOISILY CHOKING on her blood. Her eyes cross, then roll back into her head, as blood starts to trickle from a corner of her lips.



Falling, her back finds a wall, and she slides down it. As she does so, her legs bend at the knees and spread apart. Her ass comes to rest on the floor, and we can see the front of her panties under her skirt.

We hear Ashley taking HER DYING BREATH, watching her naked chest rising and falling a few more times, before her long legs spasm and then totally relax.

As a death stare sets on her face, she briefly makes an ahegao face, crossing and rolling her eyes while protruding her blood-soaked tongue. A tear rolls down her cheek, carrying with it some smokey eyeshadow.

Ashley is dead. Breasts exposed, she dies with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. The Collector approaches her body, admiring it. His grin fades as he addresses her.

Looking for Ashley’s phone, The Collector scans the room and quickly finds it on her desk. Encountering the lock screen, he reads the instructions to himself — in English.

he Collector takes a seat next to Ashley on the ground, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. He opens the photos app on her phone and flips through her selfies. We see one of her in her schoolgirl uniform, but also wearing a tiara. She is smiling radiantly in the images, preening for social media.

Delighted, though no longer laughing, The Collector plants a kiss on Ashley’s cheek, jostling her lifeless head. Then putting her phone down, he moves into a crouch in front of her. He cradles her chin with his fingers, admiring her beautiful, blood-stained face.



He removes her broken bra, unhooking it from the back and pulling the broken pieces off her arms. He takes a moment to admire her breasts, cupping them in his hands to assess their firmness and weight. Then taking her hands in his, he admires her white nailpolish.



Releasing Ashley’s hands, he moves to grab her ankles, then drags her onto her back, away from the wall. As she is being dragged, her skirt bunches up around her waist, revealing her simple panties.

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