black skinhead | MEETING

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The erudite flicked her tails as she approached, a bit disappointed by the lack of blood splatter for the meeting. Well, she supposed, she could hardly expect Stryker to introduce a novel execution method at every meeting -- the members of the group already proved numb to the daily violence of their lives. Even she would find it dull after a month or so, like how she hardly reacted now when a slave got beaten in the streets. She chased the exquisite eccentricity of certain strains of violence, linked as they were by a common component. But eccentricities became the norm, even plebeian, after enough exposure; cauterizing wounds, for example, no longer held the same appeal it once provided her.

Musing on spicing up the gore around here -- and, to a lesser extent, necessary 'traditions' like meetings and the weekly tasks -- she joined the growing crowd in front of Stryker. Hell knew what matters he'd bring up now.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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