Naw fool, I don’t lie. Maybe your pathetic ass is so used to being lied to or you’re so used to lying to others that you can’t see right in front of your face when something is real. By Felicia.
A/N: So I had a dream about some reporter visiting Kai in prison to write about him and now I can’t get it out of my head. Enjoy.
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*click of an audio recorder is heard*
“Good morning Mr.Anderson. I am working for the tribunal and I am hoping I can get a few answers for the questions I have.”
“Whatever you want sweet heart, just let me see those tits of yours.”
“Hmph. I see prison has been effecting your sex life if you’re pining for a woman that quickly.”
“Actually, not really. I sleep with the female guards and inmates. I work both ways. Damn, I bet you’ll look nice with my dick getting tit fucked and sucked by you.”
*annoyance in voice* “So this conversation will be a waste of my time then? Since you only want to take interest in my chest? I want to help you Mr. Anderson, get your story out there.”
“You work for the tribunal, my story isn’t going to get out with you. You write for the county. Not nationally.”
“I’m actually freelancing work from the Tribunal. I can really sell my, ahem, your story to anyone. So let’s talk Mr.Anderson.“l
*creak of the metal table from Kai leaning in*
“Call me Kai, and if you mean what you say then perhaps a deal can be arranged.”
*audio recording shuts off*
*audio recording shuts on. Met with the sound of grunting and skin hitting skin*
“So, Ka, what-ugh- what made you build your little cult?”
“My father, he was an asshole and he–fuck–he was the first to make me see how shitty the world is–oh fuck–.”
“First?So, shit right there, harder Fuck! So there were others?”
“Yeah, there was this sicko preacher who made me and–mmph–my sister met once. Saw him almost murder a guy. He,god fuck!, he was my first kill.”
“Watch the teeth, I said you can bite not draw blood.”
“Right, my bad, would want this deal to end.”
*Kai’s chuckle can be heard*
“Did they push you into politics? Aauuh. Pull my hair.”
“Kinky, I like it. Ugh, yeah I guess. They pushed me to want to change the world, and that drove me to politics, them and Trump.Showed me anyone can make it into politics. Fuck, I’m close, get ready.”
*the sounds of metal scraping the floor and the pounding of flesh on flesh gets faster*
“I’m on birth control, finish wherever.”
“Ohhhhh, Fuck! God, that’s a good cunt to cum into.”
*only heavy panting is heard on the audio for a minute before the sound of clothes being put on takes over*
*deep exhale* “Well I do think those are the questions I have time for. I’ll be visiting again Mr.Anderson.”
“Good to know I’ll be seeing you again. I’m starting to like you.”
“Really? Because the way you were hitting it made it seem like you prefer men Mr.Anderson.”
*Kai chuckles* “Give me a session or two. I’m a little rusty. You’ll be squirting all over this table in no time and call me Kai.”
Don’t give me that hurt look. It disgusts me. You look like a whore in heat. And don’t you dare raise your voice at me, whore, or you will have to deal with the consequences.
You haven’t forgotten where you got that purple eye from, have you?
Can’t you see that you are mine? I can do whatever I want to you? Who cares? You are so useless, god, you’re so disappointing. You are futile, the only thing you are truly good at is spreading those fucking legs of yours.
Stop looking at me like that.
Stop giving me that frightened look. Stop it.
You are disgusting.
Don’t fight me. Stop telling me that you don’t want sex, you whore. You have to do what I want.
God, stop crying. You should be thankful. Why are you so ungrateful?
No, baby…
Where are you going? Please, you have to stay with me.
I love you.
No, come back. I don’t want to lose you. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.
Stay.
Hey, come here. I am trying to change.
But you have to try it too. You have to give me a chance.
I promise you I will never lay my hands on you again…
My rallies had been increasing in attendance the more known I was becoming, the more my message was being spread and reaching the public of Brookfield Heights. I’d even gained a few dedicated fans, a group of young women who turned up at every event I hosted and even went so far as to dye their hair a blue similar to my own in a sign of solidarity and their loyalty to my campaign.
As I was speaking, feeding on the public’s fear and making the promises to assuage them, my eyes traveled to you as I was scanning the crowd, letting my eyes make the connection with everyone. You were new – I hadn’t ever seen you before, and I could note almost everyone who had turned up at one of my rallies, separate the newcomers from the old friends.
Plus it was the expression on your face and look in your eyes that gave it away. Your eyes held the skepticism of someone who was relatively new to the platform, yet glimmered with the interest and fascination that kept them with me.
My eyes locked with yours as I continued. I let the contact linger for a moment before continuing to deliver my speech, finally flicking my gaze out to the rest of the crowd once more.
It was a breezy fall day. I shivered, regretting not wearing a coat—instead, all I had on was a plaid flannel button down over a plain back T-shirt, accompanied by jeans and soft brown moccasin boots. My long brown hair swirled around me as I picked my way through the crowd.
I smirked disdainfully as I shoved my way through the gaggle of blue-haired girls to get closer to the front. Desperate whores, I thought to myself. I smiled as I saw you make your way onto the stage to a round of cheers and applause. They probably only care about your beautiful face instead of what you have to say. My heart swelled as the crowd died down and you began to speak. I, at least, care about both, I admitted sheepishly.
I continued to watch you, enthralled. Your faded blue hair pulled back in a neat bun. Your voice, charismatic and warm. Your face, handsome, yet fierce. Your hands, large and strong. You were everything most politicians weren’t, and that’s why I loved you.
I snapped back to my senses when I noticed your intense dark eyes bore into mine. A flicker of a smile ghosted your lips. Despite the chill in the air, I felt a heat from the pit of my stomach creep all the way up to my face. You had noticed me.
But as quickly as it had come, your gaze had left mine. Disappointment gripped my heart. I wanted more of you. Impatiently, I waited for your speech to end. Did I dare try to approach you after the rally?
I did. As the final applause faded away and you began to exit the stage, I hurried forward and called after you, “Mr. Anderson!”
Beautiful video, Carys! I watched the whole thing and it was wonderfully made and you captured the highlights of his life perfectly. I was never a huge fan of his but I do believe he was a wonderful father and that all the bullshit allegations about child molestation were false. Michael was a good and talented man who was denied a childhood, which affected him later in life. He had his demons like we all do, but I believe he always had the best of intentions. All the hard work you put into this is amazing and I hope you get twice as many views on this video than you did on your older tribute video to him. 💕
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