asphalt ☼ carnie

I've always liked a man in uniform. 

Dark hair, the capitol's little fuckboy - Justice. Just his name has me wet, what can I say. Well, more so the Fray part. Young and powerful and handsome and rich, and stupid; I lick my lips talking to Scarlett. I'm a little hyena, disgusting and sick and I want to sink my teeth in his rotting skin - it's who I am. Nature's calloused hands and how she shaped us; Justice is a victor, an ignorant idiot with a sword. And she made me into a hyena, a vulture with a pistol and Scarlett a savage. 

Nature killed a girl named Sugar Burrows, haven't seen that bitch in months. 

My body's loose, petty cuts along my skin from bar fights and nail scratches from these other pussy cats - I'm Scarlett's a little girl. A prostitute, a stripper, every form of the occupation -- I'm a pawn with a masochism kink, use me any way you want. Stationed near the deserts of district ten, torn and burned alive and it's a western little brothel burning with the smell of Justice Fray, and I claim him first. I'll cut a bitch I swear, a mask covering my mouth and hyena teeth -- Justice Fray.

How delicious. 

"Come with me, baby," I whisper through my cannibal teeth, "I know how to treat a man." And what can I say -- it's my fucking job. And he's a fuckboy of any other caliber; "what's the cost-"

"For you? It's on the house," my hand caresses his thigh, the other unwrapping the veil and tying it around his eyes, he smiles and I try to contain myself - fuck, Scarlett would shoot me on sight. It's standard business but god damn, my panties are flooding I just want to eat him alive. 

The sun bites at me, love nibbles and I hold my mouth to Justice's ear as we walk from the brothel through to the desert -- "so, where are you taking me?" 

"Oh you're taking me, Fray," he's not a minor is he? That'd be a shame. He's a beautiful thing to be honest, sculpted and perfected -- even his fake fucking leg could find a way inside of me. It's so disappointing that we're blinding this bitch blind. Scarlett's body solidifies, coagulates from the ground up and the smell of Justice's skin is intoxicating, "we're here big boy."

Nails dig into the side of his face, gently scratching those cute cheeks, god, I'm about to collapse. I hold his wrists together, making eye contact with Scarlett and praying I got the right white boy.

"Hope you're ready."