 Sleaze Land – Chapter 16 (Four and Twenty Blackbirds) Part 1 “Who knows why we were taught to Fear the Witches And not those that burned them Or those who stood by, watching.” Affinity Soul “You know how you teach a child to not run out into the road?” Eric Ackles asked of the man tied to him. “You give ‘em a good spanking. That’s what you do,” he went on when the man didn’t respond. “That’s what this is. This is just us getting a good spanking. They’re not really gonna let us die,” he went on, as they watched the shore birds pick at the remains the nocturnal goanna had left strewn all about the beach. “I mean… they ain’t gonna kill over a thousand of us…” The former MC’s voice had grown less and less sure. Cuz he’d already seen what they’d done to Squeege. Seen how no one would tell him his bunk number, how they had all left him to die in the night. Even Eric hadn’t helped, when the desperate man had run up to him asking about his cabin number. “It’s karma,” the man next to Eric mumbled through a fat lip. “It’s karma,” the man who’d once played a nearly-immortal king said, in a tone no king would ever use. “We knew the system was fucked. We knew the kinda shit they were peddling. And if you had half a brain in your head, you knew why… to keep the status quo. The status quo that has kept men like us, worthless, pointless, parasites of men, at the top of the shit heap. We knew, and we said nothing.” Eric didn’t like that Viggo was so openly admitting their faults. I mean… it was a bad look, and it certainly wasn’t gonna help with rerun ratings, or mailbox checks. “Shhhhh don’t say shit like that,” Eric Ackles, the former stud hissed under his breath at the naked man whose schlong was lying in the dirt. “Why? It’s the truth,” the former poet admitted. “Cuz people are listening,” the man who had been tarred and feathered complained, as he looked around the large arena. “We got rich, and fat, and wrinkly, while the women we started our careers with got replaced by younger, and more willing ones. Ones who would show the world their titties for not much more than a promise.” “It’s not our fault the system is broken,” Eric whined… just like he’d been trained to do by the many sycophant enablers (managers, directors, producers) in his life. “But it’s our fault we took advantage in silence.” © Raena Exe 2022 *Inspired by life. *All characters, places, and events are completely fictional. *All rights reserved “Fiction is the lie |
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Sleaze LandThe year is 2024, and after two pandemics and a flood, the Moral Majority has decided to hold a trial. A trial to demonstrate to the world the corrosive nature of unregulated capitalism. Only this trial is being run by those who simply cannot see past the ways of their patriarchal Archives
June 2022
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