​Sleaze Land – Chapter 7 (Anal Worms) Part 1

“These men didn’t want what was best for us. 
They wanted what was best for them,
at any cost.

Never forget that. 

​Never for one second forget that.” 

The Storyteller

Sleaze Land – Chapter 7 (Anal Worms) Part 1
 
 
 
    “Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.”  Carlos Ruiz Zafón
 
 
 
“No, the report actually says, ‘anal worms’.”
 
Emma stood facing the blank wall of her office, but thanks to the VR glasses she wore she was actually addressing the Council of Nine.
 
“As in literal worms in his arse?” one of The Nine asked, in open disgust.
 
“It appears that way,” Emma said with a sad shake of her head. 

“Which I guess is fortunate, because we’d been prepared to make up some stories – just to get his case pushed to the top.  But it appears the man is so vile and disgusting that women from all over the world have come forward to speak about the… worms, and the odor, and the drainage.”
 
“My god, that explains the overdose of cologne,” a gorgeous former model who now sat on the council exclaimed.
 
“Truly disgusting, how they’re all rotting from the inside out, isn’t it?” one of the alien members of the council asked.
 
“To say the least,” another elegant human woman replied.
 
“But useful.  Their ego-driven ignorance and pure lechery is enough to hang them all – openly.  We just need to get this trial ramped up.”
 
“Handing out punishments will certainly help,” Emma reminded them.
 
“Yes, yes it will.  And you say you have the repeat offenders locked down for Sleaze Land?  None of them have wrangled their way out of appearing on our little Island of Justice – have they?” the alien whom they all suspected could read minds asked.
 
“No.  No one was able to get a better deal, and since they all still believe they’re ultimately in control, none of them wiggled even a little bit.  However that’s simply because they all know there’s nowhere else for them to go.  With the media whores falling by the day, these remnants of old Hollywood are desperate to hold onto whatever fame they still have.  And believe me when I say that every one of them realizes the only way to do this is by admitting they took advantage of a broken system, and people got hurt.”
 
The members of the council all nodded their head, as they all had seen the March-of-Progress lead everyone to this moment in time.  The moment when all bets were called due.
 
Some had won, some had lost, but all were stepping up to the scales now, to be weighed. 

And because so many were still wired for that old programming – none of them really saw the oncoming train.
 
 
 
   “I think there should be comedy in everything; it doesn't matter what you're doing.” Travis Fimmel 
 
 
 
 
© Raena Exe 2021
 
 
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
*All rights reserved.

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