phillip:
oh. maybe he should feel bad, after all a child having to grow up without a father, that is a sin, isn’t it? but it would only be the first couple of years that his children would mourn for him. he was a terrible father and in phillip’s mind, he was cleansing the world. purifying it with the same shit that it’s been covered with for CENTURIES. and here was the beautifully terrible thing about phillip. he was the ONLY one who saw the world for the shit that it was. ahhh the burden of a god. to be so aware that it drives him mad at the stupidity of this world. of how worthless so many have become. all trained to believe in people like this man in front of him–thinking he was going to keep them safe. there was only one way to be safe and that was to have power, to have everyone fear you so that wouldn’t DARE try to oppose you. that is the only true route to power.
“INCREDIBLY RUDE. i hate rude things too, don’t i rose? things that are rude well they are just UGLY. isn’t this what i told you rose? these men are just pigs. complete idiots when it comes to what people want. they don’t understand them. it truly is a pity that the world has gone to shit.” he whispered rubbing her leg slowly as he looked at the senator with a deadpan expression. a brow raised as he looked at the one who had done the wrong in this room. he had given an ounce of trust to this man, he was willing to carry him to maybe even the president’s seat. and yet–well some people are just destined to be bad apples. and phillip didn’t have time for bad apples, he would rather crush them under his feet and move on.
smirking as she leaned in to him, whispering those naughty words. nuzzling her nose, he let his hand push down her neck and pressed his lips against hers. the things she does to him.the things she made him feel. an overdose would be killer to most but he wasn’t like anyone. no. he was phillip lefurgey and she was his pretty little wife. biting down on her lower lip, roughly pulling her close, he didn’t care who saw. fuck it, he may even take her now. it only made his blood boil when he thought of the idea that the senator would get such a pretty show. of scarlett’s voice screaming out his name as she pulled back her hair. well he could show that much. grabbing a chunk of her blonde hair, he pulled it back while his teeth pulled on her lower lip. a smirk on his lips. “well it would please me. and don’t you want to please me, rose?”
leaning back, he stared at the picture, of the way her hands slid down and that cloyingly sweet voice of hers. leaning in, he shook his cup of alcohol and took a slow sip and tilted his head to the side. “do make a pretty picture rose. we’ll have to send it to his pathetic wife. the wife of an cheating husband and i don’t just mean the girls, senator. you’re reputation, your legacy, it’s already starting to crumble. i’ll see to it that they all know and are ashamed of you. your children–they will hate you. and i can not see a more fitting ending for such a disgusting man like yourself.” he said in a low tone before he leaned back and waited for the show. “ scarlett, darling. send him to hell.”
THERE’S ALWAYS A SATISFACTION to know that he still wants her. the way that he pulls her body closer, hands on her back and neck, lips pressed against hers — it is ELECTRIFYING. it’s the sort of connection that she won’t ever find again. don’t be stupid. he’s using you. open your yes. open your eyes. she puts her hands on the back his his neck, nails digging into the skin ever so lightly. she’s BREATHLESS when he pulls and bites her lower lips, his hand on her head. he doesn’t need to say anything else. he never needs to say much. only a look and she already knows. ❛ i’m afraid this might HURT a lil’ sena’or. think of it as ATONEMENT. ❜
SCARLETT. to hear her name coming out of his lips makes a sharp-edged GIGGLE escape from her lips, taking her almost by surprise. she runs her hands through the senator’s chest, an upwards movement until she has them placed near his neck, fingers tracing the path of his vein. this isn’t who you are. she can feel his heartbeat against her fingers, rapid and erratic, can almost hear it. she’d laugh again if it wasn’t a reflection of her own beating. ❛ we could have made this QUICKLY, sena’or. but y’ just couldn’ drink the scotch, could ya? ❜ she whispers, lips close enough that he can feel her breath against his ears.
she gets back up, putting her hand on her thigh and sliding her dress up just enough that she can get the DAGGER out, fingers running through its blade before she plays with the handle. ❛ how many hookers did y’ send him, phil? ❜ she asks, leaning in close to the senator’s face, holding the knife steadily as she marks a TWELVE on his left cheek. there’s something about the way he screams that brings a weird sense of satisfaction. SCARLETT DOESN’T LIKE CHEATERS. trust is something that she values. trust is something that you EARN.
scarlett starts opening the buttons on the senator’s shirt with the blade, allowing its pointy end to scratch the skin underneath. he looks as if he’s about to CRY. perhaps that will be more satisfying than his DEATH. don’t you remember what is like to live without a parent? don’t you miss your mother? SHUT UP. ❛ don’t get ya knickers in a twist, sena’or, this won’t take too long. i don’t wanna STAIN me dress. ❜