In a dimly lit grape soda factory a 45 year old black man ogles a younger coworker

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The two models stood out against the dull backdrop of the grape soda factory. Jack, the 45-year-old black man, wore his blue denim jeans like they were a second skin, paired with a faded flannel shirt and a baseball cap that sat atop his messy hair. His eyes bulged out in a look of pure terror as he clutched onto the edge of the metal table.

Across from him stood Rachel, the 20-year-old white woman. Her medium brown hair was styled in a chic short cut that framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. She wore a matching purple bra and pink cheerleader uniform, complete with white pom-poms on the shoulders. A sly smile played on her lips as she sipped from a glass of grape soda.

The factory's dim lighting cast an eerie glow over the scene. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fermenting grapes and the faint hint of disinfectant. Jack seemed oblivious to everything but Rachel, his eyes fixed on hers like he was trying to drown in their depths.

Rachel chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving Jack's face. "You're so easy to unsettle," she said, taking another sip from her glass.

Jack shook his head, his eyes still bulging out of their sockets. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on," Rachel teased, setting her glass down on the table. "You can't fool me with your tough-guy act. You're scared, Jack. You should be. You see, in this factory, there's a certain... condition that people develop after too much grape soda exposure. It's not pretty."

Jack took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down but only ending up hyperventilating instead. "Condition?" he repeated.

Rachel nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes. The Grape Soda Scream. You get it when you've been exposed for too long, and the sugar just builds up inside of you until... well, you'll see."

Suddenly, Jack let out a deafening scream as his body began to contort in ways that seemed impossible. His eyes bulged further still, and he stumbled backwards, slamming into the wall with a thud.

Rachel giggled, taking another sip from her glass. "That's not too bad, is it?" she asked innocently.

As Jack continued to scream, his body began to take on a strange purple hue, matching the color of the grape soda that permeated every corner of the factory. Rachel stood up and walked over to him, watching with morbid fascination as he became more and more distorted.

"You're not going to make it out of here alive," she said with a giggle before taking another sip from her glass.

The camera panned out as Jack's screams grew louder and his body began to writhe in agony. The grape soda factory seemed to be coming alive, its walls covered in thick purple stains that seemed to pulse in time with Jack's suffering.

In the end, it was just Rachel and the camera left behind, sipping from her glass of grape soda as if nothing had ever happened. But the look in her eyes said otherwise - there was something dark and sinister lurking beneath the surface, waiting for its next victim to stumble into the Grape Soda Factory.