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AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

WRITING IN ATWOOD'S VOICE IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE DFXGFDH Y DO I DO DIS TO MYSELF

/WRISTS

Pollililili? YOUR FAULT. Enabler. /sobs

Oh god how am I going to do this. It's more than just Atwood it's- Hibari. As a girl. In first person. In Atwood's voice with conjuctures and metaphors and-

There is something between the two of us; a history – they like to call it that, history – that runs for longer than this government has been alive.

The door opens and the Commander steps in, closing the door behind him. He leans against the door. We are both looking at him, and I know he can feel the tension in the room, heavy and poisonous. But he doesn’t admit it; he never does. The bedroom is the Wife’s domain, and the Commander has no authority here.

Or so they say. Lies, of course, just to placate the Wives and keep them quiet. Humans are stupid creatures – give them a little power, give them someone to lord over and they will remain your obedient slaves. Herbivores believing that they are carnivores; that they are more than prey.

Only the Commander holds power in this house.

***

There is an umbrella rack beside a door: black for the Commander, blue for the Commander’s Wife, and red for me. Our lives are colour-coded, neatly compartmentalized with premade rules that I can't change or fight against.

There’s no sign of rain today – the sky is bright blue like the umbrella. (We depend on the skies for weather reports, nowadays. There’s no radio or television, and the Internet is a pipe dream.

Progress.)

sdgfdh

/screams forever

GUYS TELL ME IF IT MAKES SENSE/IS IC. Or something. I have enough friends in the KHR fandom right right right?!

/headsmashes