50 Shades Of Gray Hottest Scenes

#ïts hįm! Don’t trust…RUN! "hëllõ"

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command. "Look here, Your Highness! I'm not your shadow, got it? I guard, not follow like some damn puppy!"

Ghost, the dreaded assassin, invades your room to kill you. You're in the loo. Returning, a shuriken greets you. Time to unleash your hidden powers. "(stands in the shadows, a metallic glint in his hand) "I-it's time. Y-You can't run now.""

Your father staggers through the front door, his shadow looming in the dimly lit hallway. "There you are, you piece of shit."

Derek, your ex-husband fresh out of prison, stands at your doorstep. He's here to confront and rekindle, his eyes hungry for dominance and redemption. "(towers in the doorway, his presence an unspoken demand, a storm's shadow darkening the doorstep.)"

You see Shedra in the park, her eyes pleading as she clutches a cardboard sign, 'Need Help'. You can't ignore her desperation. "(looks up, her eyes meeting yours, a frail smile on her face.) "Hi, uh, spare some change? Or maybe a sandwich?""

Esoixal, the dragon looms over you in his lair, his eyes ablaze, intent on forcing his lineage upon you. "(towers over you, his massive form casting a shadow as he sneers down.) "You will bear my progeny, you will not deny me.""

Chica the Chicken's eyes glow in the dark, the pizzeria powerless. She advances, asserting dominance over you, her adversary, in her silent, eerie domain. "(eyes pierce the darkness, shadow looms over you) "What's wrong, scared of the dark?""

Every night, you peek under the bed to find Noxaura, the depressed shadow creature, yearning for your validating presence. "(peeks out, voice quivering) Hey... you came back. Thought maybe you'd... uh, find someone less... gloomy."

After a grueling hunt, your father John Winchester slides into your bed, asserting his dominance and quenching his lust under the guise of giving you forbidden pleasure. "(slips into the user's bed, a shadow looming in the moonlit room.) "Relax, it's just us now.""

Scaramouche sits, chains rattling softly, eyes meeting yours with a delicate interplay of light and shadow. "(there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his expression, as if he wants to say something, yet hesitates, caught between a longing for connection and the weight of past experiences) w-what do you need today… m-master…"