Post by Spayde Martinez on Mar 28, 2021 22:53:37 GMT -5
Spayde stands in an empty room with a large drain in the center of the floor. The room feels industrial, cold, cruel.
Spayde looks around the room and takes note of the drain in the floor.
Spayde snarls at the camera.
Spayde squats down over the floor drain, and the camera shot follows.
Fade to black.
I shouldn’t be surprised that
a little girl who probably went to
the debutante ball and dazzled all
of the daddys who showed up to grind
on their pretty little daughters would show up here
expecting that the Veruca Salt routine would
work all the same as it did with her
pussy whipped Papa, should I?
Spayde looks around the room and takes note of the drain in the floor.
You recognize this place, don’t you, Regan?
I mean, you might not recognize this specific
place, but broadly? I’d think you’d have to know a
slaughterhouse when you see one. Well, I figured
I should get to know you the things that make
you tick, right?
Spayde snarls at the camera.
Your family exists for the purpose of taking advantage
of anyone and anything that you could gain from
abusing. Whether it was the animals you ushered
through a facility exactly like this or the hired help
your family would inevitably throw away when they
started to demand you respect their humanity, you’ve
been a user your whole goddamn life, Regan.
I mean, hell, your namesake is the original political deity
for racists who want nothing more than to see
anyone who looks like me thrown the fuck outta
the country and sent back where they came from.
Your family tree is poisoned at its fucking root, Regan,
but to be fair, I’m not even sure the fucking thing even forks.
But what’s going to happen at Timebomb is simple:
you’re going to show up and expect me to give you what
you demand and then you’re going to find out that I’m not
like Rosita or Juanita or whatever nanny raised you when
Mother and Daddy couldn’t be bothered to do the real work
of raising a child. I’m gonna be the first motherfucker in your
whole damn life to look you in the eye and tell you no.
And I’m going to find that shit satisfying as fuck, because
your whole life, you’ve seen yourself as the person in control,
the one running the slaughter house. But at Timebomb, you’ll
find out that you’re just another pig on the slaughtering line, and
this whole fucking time you’d convinced yourself you were
queen shit, you were just being a delusional cunt.
Spayde squats down over the floor drain, and the camera shot follows.
Do you see what I’m seeing Regan?
Your hopes of winning my title are circling this
fucking drain like the blood pouring out of the neck of
all the other little piggies lined up there beside you.
Fade to black.