Marian drop her drink with a haste frustration.
" She not in today?"
The maid with her head down gently shook her it.
Marian scoff at this. her teeth tight press, and her finger wriggling with her drinking she felt like screaming.
" Did she come back yesterday?"
Neither miss.
" Oh..."
You don't want to see me.
' Was is wrong for a woman to rule?! Why can't they see I'm just as equally capable.'
' Why can't they see that?'
' why.'
Marian doesn't have any answers to that.
She held her neck. It suddenly had a tear and was bleeding.
" I'm going to get married Suna."
Suna who was walking forward stop. Her face twisted and her lips had a mocking smile that hurt really Badly.
" Suna..." Why look at me that way.
" So you want to help that brother of yours?"
The brother sounds bad for Suna mouth but Marian doesn't know what to say. She couldn't denied and every world seem to stunk within her throat.
Blood slip from her sight open mouth. The maid was stared at her tear face that had it's make up wash off.
The maid was beautiful she was mocking her. Suna doesn't want her anymore.
" It's wasn't like that..."
" Like what."
" Slut."
Marian eyes widen.
" Suna."
You think I don't know. You fuck you own brother, houseboy and my father."
" Suna..."
" Oh please."
Marian admitted herself in the mirror. She caress herself and they squeeze her chest. It was so small it was like she wasn't a woman.
Another hand cup her chest and the male mouth blocked herself.
' Mr Andrew? '
" It's wasn't like that."
Suna didn't speak, Marian feels unease.
" Then I'm going to get marriage!"
" You wouldn't dare."
" You..."
" Don't deny Marian. Marriage or not a slut would always be.."
The hard slap cut of Suna words. Tears fell into her drink.
Marian shoulder trembled as she held her head.
She moaned. Three men they fucked her but she didn't moan nor enjoyed it. She want them to get off her.
She dirty and and unclean.
They were ripping her apart.
She want Suna to save her.
You don't want me anymore do you?
She asked Suna who seem shocked that she dare hit. The shocked became a concealed coldness. Suna lean close and whispered to her ears.
" You want to stay so bad?"
Her indifferent because Marian bottom break. A knife was given to her.
Suan stared at the latter but there was something wrong with ring with her body attitude and facial expressions.
Marian doesn't notice this.
She took the knife and allowed Suna words to sing in.
Kiil your self, and I would keep your body. We would be together, don't you want it?
The knife was gone and she could see was her cup of wine filled with. Her tears
" Miss hasn't been home from a week now."
Marine blink and sip for the cup. With a low oh. Her eyes fell on Suna fridge her fist cleach.
.
.
. The deserted land was windy.
This was a large and barren of food or water. But yet, most supply that drive Dystopian was gotten from this place.
That is lifeless.
Funny how life works.
The bike ride fast along the part street with sparring grass and tiny ples if water.
It splash few.
' You wouldn't dare.'
'Try me.'
Suna frown the speed of her bike ride faster.
' so a woman can't be a president?.'
' Suan.'
' What Marian.'
' ... I don't know.'
' huff.'
' Suna, you can't."
" Why?!"
" Because you can't fight against the Harrison!!!" You get it now."
" No."
" Suna."
" I don't it, I don't get you."
" Su..."
" Have your brother fuke you so hard that didn't want me or had my father do the same."
Slap.
The air thin after that
" I'm going to get married, see you the alter."
" You wouldn't dare Mark."
" I'm not Mark." Infuriating Suan didn't get it.
" You wouldn't dare ."
" Try me."
That's was the first time Marina had saw such anger to Suan who was stunned.
" You..."
Marina hugged her tight.
' You just can't do suan, you would die.'
" I'm not useless."
Suna screamed now standing before her bike, within the middle of nowhere.
Dystopian America was huge a vest country. Only a part florish and the otherwas know as Dy' lin (waste land ).
Suan scaremed echo her eyes were red but ehe didn't cry.
She was surrounded by those knows rats. People the live in Dy'lin and responsible for the lame works.
Suna doesn't panic. She was rather calm. Her eyes shine brilliance and her mind had a plan.
She was useless. She would show them.