❛ can you believe she sunk her teeth into my campaign yet again ? ❜ ------------ bitten out in lieu of a greeting, mouth shaping around ragged words with a sharpened tongue. it’s incredible, really, how many ways there are to kill a person without ever lifting a finger, ever inflicting bodily harm. it’s jarring, truly, how words become the secret weapon, a brandished knife sunk deep into the straight of her spine, a whip cutting her off just below the knee. ❛ my male counter - parts get to do fuck all, snort coke in the congressional bathroom inside the capitol building and fuck bitches spread eagle on their office desks for the prime minister of mozambique to jack his pathetic little cock to, but i fail to disclose my personal business ventures and i make front page news. ❜
the paper hits the table with a slap that reverberates in the silence of the room, in the marrow of her bones, pages splaying across the wood. she looks crazed, she knows, sweat beading on the crest of her hairline, lips curled in a snarl. it isn’t often hana gets to bear witness to the emotional turmoil, perched front - row at a show for the ages : nam heeyoung, youngest female congressional candidate in history, mental breakdown at the tender age of twenty - nine. ❛ her strap has a hard - on for me. if she wants to fuck me so bad, someone tell her i’m happy to spread my legs --- i’m not an exhibitionist. she doesn’t need to fuck me face - down, ass - up in the papers. i have enough going on in my life. ❜ a breath, a pause. ❛ . . . hello, hana. how are you ? ❜
