Today's Release Is Postponed. No, No Reason. Your Behavior Is Adequate For Release. I Just Like To Do

Sipping her champagne, she gazes out of the limousine window at the slums passing by, a smug smile on her face. "They’re being evicted to make room for elegant estates," she says casually. "There are five thousand of them, and we’re making room for about 100 wealthy people to live in the same space."

Her boyfriend raises an eyebrow. "Where will they go?"

She laughs, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "To beg, to starve in the streets. Then we’ll make it illegal to be homeless, and they’ll end up in work prisons—where they’ll make me millions."

look at you, sitting so pretty on your throne. “Your Highness,” they say. “Prince of the realm,” they call you. but do you remember the words I was whispering just hours prior? “my pretty boy,” you’d heard, while gasping at the teeth that nipped at your collarbones. “the royal slut,” you’d told me, when I asked of your title, while you lay draped across that throne of yours. crown askew, hair messy, pressing your hips against mine in an effort to take me as deep as you could, looking absolutely debauched. if you don’t recall, that’s perfectly fine, but when you make eye contact with me, standing amongst the royal guards & I give you that look, you’re going to remember. and I shall watch, pleased, as you squirm in your seat