jontaviusbrown

What's in this: A woman has been made impossibly fat to represent the wealth of a powerful Sultan in an Arabic inspired Cyber Punk city, and is sent to a feast of the city's elite to represent him. What do the wealthy do for status? They show off just how wealthy they are. I am the means by which that wealth is shown. “Today is the day of the feast, Malika. Are you ready?” Ms. Vani asks me. I pull the nectar tube from my mouth, the sweet, dripping liquid trails down my expansive chest as I do so. I nod. I imagine the way I nod doesn’t look the way nodding should. I feel the tube of soft brown flesh around my neck bunch up and bulge when my chin presses into it. She returns the gesture. “The guards will be in shortly.” I place the nectar tube back in my mouth as my handmaid leaves. The nectar is thick, but so sickly sweet that it makes me ignore the painful fullness of my belly just to cram more in before my guards can arrive. Guards is a very funny word for what they are- no