this is the emergency broadcast system
announcing the commencement of the annual purge. at the siren, all emergency
services will be suspended for twelve hours.
your government thanks you for your participation.
a bruised fist SLAMS against the model’s home, while words rest b e h i n d clenched teeth, poised to shatter & destroy. bitch bitch bitch comes with every bang, until pain catches up. the mellifluous sound of pretended comfort rises from the depths of his toes :: come out // P L A Y . anger & lust dart beneath pale skin ; mocking muscles at which they twitch & turn into a kick almost bursting through, bringing his volume to uncertain levels ❝ OPEN THE DOOR ❞ well done, imbecile, now he’ll JUMP down the stairs for sure ─── ❝ please . . . ❞ not that yeongjae needs any kind of permission. not now, not today, not from this boy, N E V E R.
❝ you know, jaden, ... ❞ over decades, no one has pulled this with the company, ❝ we’ve to catch up on some stuff, pal. ❞ he swallows hard, leans his head against the wood. & the safety catch of a gun CLICKS. this is a l w a y s easy, second nature. ❝ how ‘bout a cuppa ? ❞ words roll off his guilty lips clouded in a truthful voice. there’s no mask where he wants to take shelter as features stretch into a half-way smile.
