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"I'm sorry Steve. But the big boss said it's either him or you. And we can't drop him."
"So now I'm--"
"A total cuck"
"Total?"
"Total. Cuck to the core."
A single tear slid down Steve's face, streaking the pockmarks on his chin, resting between his two layers of shirts

"Did you do it?"
"Yes Mr President"
"Did he cry?"
"Like a choking dog, sir"
"Good. Good. Now, where am I again?"
"The White House, sir."
"Can I have pie?"
"All the pie in the world you want sir.
Donald thought to himself: I like pie a whole lot, I sure do.

"Sir, we just got word."
"Bannon?"
"Yeah. He got cucked."
"Another agent exposed, boss."
"Don't worry, we've got more. Let me be clear: I always have more."
"Hail hydra, sir."
"Hail hydra, indeed."
Obama looked at his board and slid a pawn off the surface.
"Always more."

Pence stared at his desk, imagining himself anywhere else but here. There was a knot in his stomach. A sense that at any moment the powder keg could explode. The phone rang. He picked it up.
"You're clear, for now."
"Understood."
His hand shook as he hung up the phone.

"How did I get here?" Pence asked himself.
For God's sake, this was supposed to be a few months on the trail. Some laughs. Now he was deep cover. Nodding along with this idiot. And Obama had him completely compromised. But Mother couldn't know his secret. Never.

Mother knew. She had always known. But she had to play the long game, watching all the boys scurry around like they were the masters of the universe. Mother simply bided her time.

She hated his white hair, though.

Michelle Obama rolled her eyes, watching Barack move his chess pieces around. "I love you, but you don't even know." She pulled out her cell phone.
"Situation continues - MO"
"Understood. Everybody gets a car. Everybody. -O"

"This is bullshit, Jilly. A pile of bullshit," Biden yelled, punching the cold slab of beef that hung from the ceiling in the freezer.

Jill had seen him like this before. Lean. Hungry. Eager. He didn't like being caged like this.

"You have to wait."
"God damn it Jilly."

"You've got to be joking," Mitt said, admiring his chin in the mirror. It was a great chin.
"No," his son replied.
Mitt wasn't sure which son. But he loved him anyway.
"Bannon, out. Just like the rest."
"Sweet Jehoshaphat, my boy."

McConnell stood in the dark corner of Ryan's office, running his thin, bony fingers up and down his arms.
"Aren't you cold? Come into the light," Ryan offered.
"I like it here," he replied, "Where I thrive. Dark forces align against us."
"The Dems."
"Indeed, my boy."

Bill Clinton walked into the living room, a glass of wine in his left hand, a tablet in the right. He looked over his glasses at Hillary, furiously typing on her keyboard.
"Tweeting?"
"Yes."
"The game is afoot then."
"As always. As always."

"You have something on your face, Jared." Ivanka reached over with a napkin, rubbing the rough surface against his soft face until it was red.

"I hate how sloppy an eater you are"

"Sorry sweetheart"

"Eat like Daddy does, God damn it."

"Mother. I have to confess. I had impure thoughts yesterday at 3:15 and at about 6 right before I left the office."

Pence stood in silence, waiting for what always came after the daily report.

Her small hand created a loud crack as it slapped against his jowls.

"Yes, Mother"

Barack held Michelle's hand, his fingers intertwined with hers.

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Some days. Not many," she replied.

She felt guilty. She never lied to him like this. But this was bigger than her, him, and everything before.

Oprah had made her swear a blood oath.

"Play it again," Vladimir said.

Yuri sighed to himself. Why couldn't Putin operate the damned DVD player himself. You can run Russia but can't master Sony?

He pressed play.

The room filled again with the sound of Trump's voice. Yuri hated this recording.

Vladimir loved it.

Oprah held the jade skull in the palm of her hand, idly shifting it left and right as she often did while lounging in her "thought cabana."

This had to be precise. It couldn't be haphazard or an afterthought.

"Lightning quick execution, the Harpo way," she thought.

"What if I just left?"

"You can't just leave Mr President, millions are relying on you"

"But they're fucking idiots in trucker hats. Ivanka said so."

"They love you, sir."

Trump felt trapped, caged, terrified.

Melania allowed a small grin to emerge. She loved his pain.

"This way."

The German pointed toward the narrow stone path between the bushes.

John Kerry pulled at the ends of his coat. The wind blew, intensely.

He hadn't been this excited in years, not since the protest days. It was astonishing what was being done.

Biden tried to contain his rage. He steadied his hand as he snipped at the edges of the bonsai tree. Jill had purchased it, hoping he would use it to channel his excess energy.

So far, it had been hit or miss.

He missed it. The crowds. Barack. The fight.

"It hurts."

Steve Mnuchin rubbed the stack of hundred-dollar bills across the neck of his wife, Louise Linton. She giggled and fondled her brand new Prada clutch.

"Do you think poors are ever this happy?"

"No, my love. Some of them, perhaps when they dream. But then they wake up."

McConnell rose.

He moved across the floor of his Senate office, his bones making a slight hiss with each step. The bowl was full. His staffers were good boys and girls, always doing as told.

He put it to his lips, and the liquid burned its way down his throat.

"Good."

Bannon wept.

Paul Ryan didn't want to disappoint McConnell. He looked down at the parchment, its edges burnt from the bonfire.

He grinded his teeth. He did this when he was nervous.

"Where can I find a corpse? At this hour," he mused to himself. "Dagnabit."

John Kelly felt all of his 67 years as he walked down the West Wing Colonnade. He hadn't been able, for a moment, to appreciate the splendor, the history, of the building.

"I'm a babysitter. A bad one," he thought. It had been diaper changes and tantrums for months.

Mother nodded.

"Understood. It has to be done, so it'll get done. You have my word."

Mother hung up, using the other, secure phone that Pence didn't know existed. He could be so oblivious.

Mother would be happy to be done with the whole charade. Oprah was worth it.

Ivanka had nothing but contempt for the senators. As they spoke, she coolly regarded them, imagining how she would humiliate them when it was all over. Her biggest concern was whether she would allow them to live, or just add to the river of blood.

A gushing river.

Bill offered to help Hillary, but she had refused. He had watched her, over the last four hours, haul pieces of lumber, by herself, into the garage.

Finally, he asked, "What are you doing, dear?"

"William Jefferson Clinton, you have no imagination," she replied, smirking.

"... and so we're in phase two of our info warfare/disruption campaign. And things are going pretty well, Mr President"
Obama nodded at the officer and dismissed him from the bunker. This was the biggest operation he had been involved in since Bin Laden. He was hopeful.

He was getting too old to play basketball like he used to, but he didn't want to just spend the next three decades at golf either. This was vital. This kept him going, along with Michelle and the girls. And he knew the Deep State needed a strategist.

He was good at that.

John Kerry scanned the document a fourth time. He translated the French. It checked out.

He looked up to the figure sitting across from him and tried to read her stoic expression.

"This changes it all," Kerry said in a hoarse whisper.

Senator Marco Rubio stared at the mirror on his medicine cabinet. He didn't like what he saw looking back.

"Who the fuck are you anymore, Marco? Why the hell did you even come here?"

He thought about the rallies, the debates.

"Jesus Christ, what have I done?"

Jared spun around in his desk chair for the thirtieth time. He was so bored. How do all the normies do it? He couldn't call Ivanka, she'd just yell at him again. And Daddy Donald had told him to stop with the phone calls.

"Boreddddd," he said to nobody in particular.

Mitt liked to ride the horses, it cleared his head. Ann rode alongside him. It was the only time he truly felt free. He had a lot to think about. The evidence was mindboggling. The deeds that had been done were, frankly, satanic.

"I've made a decision," he shouted to Ann.

Jared called her anyway.
The phone clicked, and he could hear her perfectly timed breaths on the other end. She said nothing.
"Ivanka, I'm --"
"Bored. Jared, I'm sick of this."
"But it hurts my head so much."
"THIS IS FOR US. I TOLD YOU ITS FOR US. SO SUCK IT UP."

OPEN CHAT SESSION
KellyAnne45: I miss our talks.
VladPutKrem: Same
KellyAnne45: When will it end
VladPutKrem: Stay on task. I believe in you.
KellyAnne45: It isn't the same, not like that summer
VladPutKrem: We always have the tower
KellyAnne45: Promise?
VladPutKrem: Pinky swear

Grip. Grin. Grip. Grin.

Pence didn't really know where he was anymore. One local Republican club had morphed into another. The faces were all the same, frozen in time. He gave them the same dumb smile, knowing how phony it all was.

Obama had him in a vice, as did Putin.

Mnuchin had become accustomed to the daily flirtations with illegality, but this made him widen his eyes.

"Just like that? But it's drug money."

"Nobody needs to know," Don Jr said, "Dad does this all the time. And we own the DEA now. Your wife likes pretty things, right?"

The man handed Oprah a manila folder. She was old school, liked to feel the information, not just read it on a screen.

"This is good," she cooed, "real good."
"Happy to hear it ma'am"
"How are the boys in R+D dealing with it?"
"Several scenarios, nothing we can't handle."
"Good"

Paul Ryan had paid the cemetery groundskeeper in cash to look the other way for a few hours.

His face was flush with sweat as he dug up the dirt, and lamented not having any interns to help him in his ghoulish task.

"Mitch is so weird," he thought as he continued digging.

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He picked up on the first ring.
"Ivanka?"
"Hello Marco"
Involuntarily, the senator began breathing heavily. She did this to him, and she knew it.
"You can't just call me like this"
"Why not?"
"People will find out"
"Who cares? Daddy owns the CIA, Marco. It's all ours."

They were closing in on Kerry. He could hear their footsteps. A bullet whizzed past his ear.
"Remember your training," the former Secretary of State told himself.
Getting this information back stateside was vital. And only John Forbes Kerry could do it. The others were dead.

Hillary was done building. Her hands were bloody, a casualty of the splinters from the wood she had been handling. That was okay. This damned thing filled her entire garage. She didn't like hiding from her security detail. But Oprah had called in a favor. So she answered.

"Because I'm president!" He screamed, droplets of his saliva landing on John Kelly's face.
The former general exhaled, silently, trying not to melt down with Trump. The walls were closing in. Got to keep it together.
"Its just not a good idea sir."
Trump punched him in his mouth.

McConnell extended a single, bony finger toward Bannon, shoving it into his chest. The action disrupted the layers of dead skin and salt at the point of contact, kicking up a minuscule cloud of dust.

"You're mine now," McConnell croaked. "Mine."

Bannon nodded, fully cucked.

Sarah Sanders hurriedly closed her office door and leaned against it, holding her tablet close to her.
"He looked AT me," she thought.
For months she had tried to get the president's attention. She was beginning to feel invisible. But now he had looked right at her. Maybe.

Rosalynn Carter nodded along as Jimmy spoke. "He'd kill me if he knew," she thought, staring at the clear, blue Georgia sky. Jimmy didn't notice, he was still deeply, madly in love with her, after all these years.
"Oprah's plan will work," she thought, "It has to."

Eric Trump was so confused as the blood streamed down his forehead, a crimson stamp against his pale, gothic flesh. How had this mysterious force field just appeared in front of his Trump Tower balcony door? Why did it hurt so badly? Where was Daddy, why wouldn't he come home?

"You're hurting me"
Pence loosened his grip on Jared's shoulder. The boy was soft.
"Do you understand?"
"I think so"
"Don't 'think' boy. Do."
"Daddy Donald will be mad."
"Do you think I don't know that?"
"Yes sir"
"You do as told. This comes from high up."
"You mean?"
"Yes."

"Here I am, using a meat tenderizer on a corpse, heck-a-doodle," Paul Ryan thought as he slammed metal against dead flesh another time.

The body was fresh, and the formaldehyde splashed in his face, the liquid soaking into his widow's peak.

"I hope Mitch is right."

Mother held the martini glass loosely, her well-manicured fingers just barely holding on to the glass. Pence thought she was at prayer group.

Oprah nodded in her direction as she directed her gaze across the room. Michelle Obama got a nod too.

Oprah put her hands together.

"Barack, I just feel like something's up," Bill said, the phone cradled in the corner of his neck. He liked a landline still.
"I mean, maybe," the former President replied.
"Hillary's building shit in the garage"
"Michelle's been quiet lately. Too quiet."
"Somethings up, man."

Rubio took a big step backwards as he saw the shock of blonde hair emerge from the corner of his office.
"My God, Kellyanne. What the hell are you doing here?"
"You're sloppy, Marco. So damned sloppy."
"What do you mean?"
He nervously slicked his hair back.
"Ivanka."

"I took a life," Kerry thought as he wiped the blood from his hands.
He pulled back on the controls and the helicopter lurched from its spot in the grassy clearing.
This was not what he had signed up for. He was retired. Out of it. And yet, John Kerry was in the fight again.

The steak squished as Donald Jr chewed. It was rare, almost still alive. How he loved it. Tiffany wrinkled her nose in disgust. She loathed him. He always hated her.
"How's tricks?"
"You are filth. What you've done is filth."
"Dad says I'm number one killer"
"He would. Filth."

"There are so many loose ends, President Putin"
Vladimir replied with a dismissive wave. Yuri was always such a worrywart.
"The game will proceed. They all dance for me."
"What of the TV host?"
"The Oprah? She is of no concern. She is a woman, Yuri. We have dealt with the women."

Bannon wanted to cry as McConnell spoke, his icy breath chilling the corpulent executive down to his spine. His pimples shriveled in response. But his face remained still. McConnell explained the procedure in detail. Ryan was going to do that? For power?
"Sick," Bannon said.

Mnuchin couldn't believe it. He clicked "reload," but the bank account said the same thing this time too. Louise would kill him. The furs. The purses.
"I'll have to sell the villa," he realized.
Don Jr had set him up. The cartel had struck. It was all gone.

Michelle raised her hand.
Oprah pointed to her, giving her the floor.
"It's magnificent, Ope, it's so bold. But the downside is enormous."
"I understand. I'm asking you all to take a risk here. I get it."
"So you see--"
"Hillary is in."
Michelle raised an eyebrow. So did Mother.

Barbara Bush's pearl necklace glared in the light of the meeting room.
"Hillary?"
Oprah nodded.
"Despite everything? Despite the incident?"
"She said it was in the past, so its in the past. It's time for us to unify."
Barbara held the prime pearl between her fingers.
"Okay."

The water filling the tub was scalding hot. A thick film from the steam covered the full-body mirrors in the Kushner-Trump mansion.
Ivanka lazily put her hand in the water.
She felt nothing.
"Good," she whispered. "I don't want to."
It would be weak, she thought. Weak like Jared.

Kerry took a deep breath. The coast was clear. The helicopter shuddered as he flew due west. He grabbed his satellite phone and punched in the number.
"Biden."
"It's John. We need to meet."
"Alpha or Omega?"
"Delta. Delata Six Seven Niner."
"Holy fuck, Kerry."

"Mr President, we can't just nuke them. We have to be strategic."
"Scramble the F-52s then, show them we mean business, they can't mock me this way."
"Those aren't real planes. Theyre from a video game."
"Why won't you let me do anything, Kelly? Reince would. Jesus."

Reince sat at his desk at the law firm. For a moment, he soaked in the quiet, the still. The smell of the ink from the printer wafted into his nostrils and comforted his mind.

He never had to see those stubby fingers again. Never had to be beaten like a pinata. He felt calm.

"Mr President, checking in"
"Morning, Comey"
Obama liked to get the calls out of the way during his morning run.
"We've executed the protocol as you laid out. Ivanka is on the wire, but we believe she is completely in the dark."
"Perfect. That's great. Just great, Jim."

Jared sat in the bathroom, fully clothed, on top of the toilet. He could feel the thin filament from the recording device brushing against his neck. What if she found it? Shed kill him for sure. Really kill him. Shed told him about Eric and the homeless man. It had been a threat.

The car was silent as Michelle hung up from the girls. They were the reason she had gone to these lengths, why she was back in the game up to her eyeballs, despite her hatred of Washington.

"Terrorist fist jab," she ruefully chuckled. "Damn 'em."

"Marco, this line is for emergencies only, for heavens sake"
"Sweet Jesus, Mitt, they know about us"
"The Ivanka thing?"
"Yes"
"Holy Toledo with a squeeze of lemon. I told you: Be discreet."
"We tried... But I'm weak."
"Buck up, chum. We'll noodle this one through."

Don Jr wrapped up his spiel, slurping down the steak as he spoke. As he finished, Tiffany could see the blood all over his teeth.
"So?"
"Putting this money through the cartel is a risk, Jr"
"Let it ride, father says"
"Thats why mom left"
"You hurt me, sis"
"Dont call me that"

Paul Ryan stared at the square of meat.
"Jiminy Christmas, I just don't know"
It jiggled when he touched it, the gelatinous mass inside reacting to his index finger.
"Mitch sure has some wacky ideas. But if this beastly fellah helps him, why not me, huh? Worth a shot."

"It's a go," Oprah said.
Hillary nodded in the affirmative over the video feed.
"Everyone? Even Michelle and Barbara?"
"Both of them. Mother too."
"I expected her. She's always been with us."
"My Prague contact said Kerry made it out."
"I'm glad. He's good people."

Cheney floated in a vat filled with clear oil, a custom mix he'd picked up outside of Baghdad from a Romanian arms dealer. The old-fashioned speaker hanging from the ceiling of his private sanctum squawked to life.
"Kerry escaped"
Cheney snarled, a small bubble forming on his lip

"Heavens mother, you gave me a fright"
"Calm down, Jeb"
Barbara continued to fiddle with her pearls, it was a nervous tic she'd picked up in George's term.
"There are some... things coming, Jeb. And I want you to move your money into the gold bars. Just in case."
"Yes, mother."

Eric Trump laid in his custom coffin, took a pull from his juice box and mumbled "I'm a vampire, grrrrrr."

Ivanka cut her peanut butter and jelly sandwich into 24 individual squares, like always, and chewed each bit 32 times.
Jared's cutlery clinked against the crystal glass, half filled with water.
He was in a cold sweat.
"What?"
"Sorry, love. I may have the sniffles."
"Ew."

Kellyanne loved to recline on her silk-covered chaise lounge while shooting her handgun at the Democratic donkey targets she had picked up at the NRA convention.
On the phone, Vladimir was muttering.
"Shh," she instructed him.
"What, my rose?"
"I caught Marco. Photos and all."

Biden walked up to the helicopter as the blades were still softly spinning. He grabbed Kerry in an enormous bear hug.
"Jesus Christ my man"
"Indeed, friend. I have seen some shit."
"Bet you have. Bet you have. C'mon, I got some beers and brats on the grill. Unload."

Oprah leaned back, and the recliner shot into the air, quickly at first, slowing down when it hit the top of its path. The data was projected on to the giant inside surface of the sphere. She checked her math. Solid. She slid her finger onto the plate with the thumbprint scanner.

The room smelled of dead flesh.
Paul Ryan held his chin, then read the incantation. This all felt strange and uncomfortable. "Here goes."
He swallowed the cube of body meat, whole.
He repeated the unholy words.
He closed his eyes and held them shut.
Across town, Mitch stirred.

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Melania had built up a wall of pillows between them, but she still stared up at the ceiling, sensing his presence in the bed next to her. In his sleep, he mumbled racial epithets. She cursed him and dreamed of the old country.

Don Jr walked away from Tiffany, who glared at him with such intensity he could almost feel it at the ends of his heavily-greased hairs. He did the tough guy thing with her, but deep inside, he wanted a sister. At least she would talk to him. Ivanka said nothing.

"Condition alpha has been achieved," Oprah relayed to the array of nodes that had come alive on her spherical info-screen. She continued to hold the jade skull, sensing history focusing on this point, at this moment. "Find your truths," she commanded.

In response, they saluted.

As she finished her salute, Hillary reached over and turned off her workstation. In the next room, Bill slept soundly, doing that soft purr he always did when in deepest of sleeps.

She strapped on her leather gloves, ready to work.

Jimmy Carter slept soundly as well. Rosalynn was already out in the garden. The storm was coming, but her flowers would not be neglected.

Michelle swung her leg in a furious roundhouse kick, connecting with the head of the practice dummy. It made a loud CRACK and went skittering across the floor of her dojo.

"Have to buy a new one," she thought, turning to the exit.

Yuri listened to the report, nodding as the details were read off to him. They were small things, anomalies maybe. Nothing earth shattering. At first glance.

He considered alerting Putin.

"Better not, he'll bite my head off," he decided.

"Heck!" Paul Ryan yelped. "Heck! Gosh! Golly!" He continued.

Gasses bubbled. A cat howled. His skin grew warm.

A spiderweb-shaped red pattern began to emerge at the base of his neck. It crawled up, covering his mouth, tugging at his lips.

He could see. Mitch.

Mitt pulled the lever and the finely tuned gears leapt into action, lowering the car elevator deep into the earth.
He put an arm around Rubio.
"We'll get you squared away, chum. We've got tricks those she-devils don't know"
Rubio gulped.
"Wowsers, Mitt," he replied.

Bannon's fingers bled as he tugged at the coal fragments. He was more husk than man now, moving in stiff, zombie-like motions. He could only helplessly watch as his body acted beyond his control.
Mitch sat in the cool, dark as always.
The hairs on his neck stood up.
"Ryan."

Biden pulled the exquisitely polished wooden cabinet open and gestured to the array of weapons inside.
Kerry's eyes widened.
Biden grinned.
"That's right you sonofabitch. Barack loaded me up. The best shit."
"This is the real deal, friend"
Biden guffawed and slapped his shoulders

Mother walked towards Pence.
"Dear. Headed out?"
"Doing some shopping"
"Have fun"
She gave him a slight nod and continued on. She felt the weight of the switchblade in her coat pocket.

If he doesn't want to see, he won't.

Louise Linton wrinkled her nose in confusion. Mnuchin pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up on his nose as they slid on his slick sweat.
"What do you mean the money is gone?"
"It... is"
"But my things, my precious things"
"The cartel won't take no for an answer, Louise"

When Bush painted, he wouldn't hear the screams. He spent the days fueled on caffeine to fend off the night terrors.
He wasn't sure what was real and what was imaginary.
Laura turned into a dragon.
Bring 'er on.

Blood sprayed as the throat was slit. The agent didn't give it a second thought. His devotion to Oprah was supreme. Her commands were his mandate.
Oprah or death was his creed.

"Trudeau."
"Justin. It's Obama."
"Barack! So good to hear from you."
"Same. Look, Biden is off grid again. My operation needs some eyes in the air."
"It's yours," he said, slathering on the poutine.
It felt like old days, before the change.

Human flesh is gummier than you'd think, Eric thought.

Ivanka interrupted Bolivar mid-rant.
"There's no reason to buy so much ammunition. We just need a few feet of rope to make enough garrotes to wipe out the Duhane Cartel's operation. I've run the numbers."
The cocaine baron was impressed.

Pence nodded, his nervous tick going into overdrive as Vladimir Putin reeled off a series of instructions over the phone.
He tried to memorize all of it - he couldn't leave a paper trail of course - but he worried about forgetting a step.
His hands shook.

Looking at the rifles, Cheney made a sour smile and remembered how he had shot his friend.
That was a simpler time. You just wound up idiot George and he would go. Now, Cheney had to get his hands dirty. If you wanted a South American revolution you had to do it yourself.

"What in tarnation am I seeing?" Paul Ryan wondered.
Everything was in a red haze. He felt separated from his body, like he was watching a film back at the movie house in Janesville.
"I can taste the colors," he realized.
How did Mitch live like this?

"Joe. Enough."
"No, John, this joker's got to see what a bunch of malarkey this is for fuck's sake"
Biden tightened his grip on the ivory handle of his blade, nicknamed M'Lady, and twisted it wickedly.
The man screamed in agony.
Kerry wondered if they'd crossed a line.

"Bill. I cannot do it anymore. He's gotten worse. He's somehow more cruel, more deranged."
"Melania, dear, I understand. And I know how hard this has been, but you must gather more evidence for The Brotherhood."
"You promised safe passage for me and my boy"
"I still do"

Mitt hated feeling this judgemental, but he hated how impulsive men like Marco were. He had been able to keep himself in check for decades, denying vice and temptation.
But these men -- boys really -- like Marco and Jared, they were so soft.
"Phooey," Mitt thought.

Hillary gunned the engine, aiming the car directly at the ravine. Michelle leaned out the passenger window, an Uzi in each hand.
The sound of gunfire was deafening.
All of their past tension, strife, disagreement was gone, replaced with a harmonious ballet of righteous violence.

Bannon galloped on all fours, rushing through the thick grass that slashed against his bare skin. He would feel pain in the morning but now he was a soulless beast of burden.
Mitch, his rider, squeezed his bony knees against him, prodding him to run faster.
"Make haste, boy"

Don Jr winced as he held the severed goat's head. He hated doing this. It should have been someone else's job. But Daddy had tasked him as Eric's overseer decades ago.
He watched his brother scratch against the walls.
He had gone feral again, and needed feeding.

Steadman softly caressed Oprah's shoulders and quietly whispered, "Is it everything you dreamed?"
"Yes," she replied, "my spirit soars."
They watched together as the satellite feeds showed multiple scenes of extreme violence, done in her name.
"More wine?"

Mother felt uncaged. After years at Pence's side, keeping her animal instincts at bay, playing her deep cover role as the good wife -- that wasn't her true self.
This was.
She leapt from the tree.
Her kitana blade shone in the moonlight.
Her prey's death was quick.

Angela Merkel liked her scotch neat, and that's how Fritz made it.
She sat in her leather command chair, it's sweet musk reminding her of life on Papa's farm.
Fritz couldn't understand all of it. He saw the pieces, but it was bewildering. Angela understood. She stroked her chin.

Miles below Washington DC, a map of the world on a gigantic wall screen was lit up with red incident alerts in multiple cities.
"I'm such an idiot." Obama said to nobody in particular. "Right under my nose. In my own bed. And I was completely clueless."

Trump looked on stupidly as Ivanka and John Kelly spoke in terse, clipped sentences.
She was still in her silk pajamas, assembled by a host of 10 year olds the day she visited the factory in China.
Trump didn't understand any of what they were saying, but she was mad.

Rubio nodded, watching Mitt's hands as he showed him how to mix the elixir.
Involuntarily, he began to lick his lips. He was nervous. He felt like it was Chris Christie mocking him again.
"Sport, I need you present," Mitt said, "Your first kill is always your hardest."

"But she's black," Ivanka said through gritted teeth. She spoke in her signature monotone - thank you finishing school - but her clenched fists betrayed her deep and unyielding anger.
John Kelly stared at the floor.
"Oprah is a black," Ivanka continued, trying to comprehend it.