Looting the Party (a work in progress)

Just a snap shot of a piece I'm working on, currently switching between writing it as a dialogue and as a prose piece. Stay tuned.

MAN: When she tells him she loves him, her face will start to crumble/ (gleeful expression)

WOMAN: Crumble? (Distressed)

MAN: he walks up to her and grabs her jaw Her chin will pinch, like yours is now and the skin will dimple. he continues to hold her face, very close to his It will look as if someone has taken a chisel to her face.

WOMAN: Blood? I don’t like blood! Will it be messy?

MAN: Everything will cave in; her cheekbones will turn to dust. Her mouth will fill with the crumbled remains of her face. She’ll hate the taste and spit it out. All of her head will go with it. Take the nose as a token if you like? They tend to stay in one piece.

WOMAN: This is when I strike?

MAN: Yes. Pull off rings. Take all the jewelry. If you struggle, suck them off the fingers, or take butter from the dining tables and lather it on their hands, this works very well. Check the undergarments for money; you never know if they are the type that hides things. Take anything you deem to be of value.

WOMAN: Will there be others, working? Where do I put it all?

MAN: Don’t concern yourself with anyone else. The alter, pile all the booty there.

WOMAN: What about him? Will they all fall apart or is it just her? The one I target?

MAN: The party will continue. They’ll all be getting too drunk to notice. One will fall and then another. There will be plenty of work, you’ll be busy tonight.

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"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact just surrounded by assholes" - William Gibson