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Current mood:  curious
The Mayor leant over the girl. She was trembling. His eyes glowed with a zeal he rarely showed on television.
"Silence," he said as he looked through her. He pushed one of her pigtails to the side of her head. The girl lay motionless on the stone table, wrapped in a sheet of brown paper.
"Come here!" he boomed, clipped vowels ringing through the chamber. She crawled along the table towards him and he bit her, absentmindedly on the back of her neck, she squirmed and began to bleed.
"On your knees, " he said. She knelt still wrapped in her curious, coarse dress. Then he began to whip her with the belt he had removed from around his waist. She moaned and exhaled hoarsely with each slash.
"Say it!" he ordered. "Say it!"
She began in a hoarse voice, " Our father, who art in heaven" Whack! "hallowed be thy name" Whack! "thy kingdom come, thy will be done," Whack! Whack! Tears streamed down her painted face "on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses" Whack! Whack! Whack! The hooded figures at the other end of the room sat observing the spectacle "as we forgive those that trespass against us" Whack! She fell but carried on "lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evli" Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! the intensity increasing " the power and the glory, for ever and ever, amen."
The girl's skin was a mass of lacerations. She lay there crying.
"Pay her, " said the Mayor to no one in particular. He stood, holding his belt in both hands like a cocked rifle. The girl's sobs broke the silence, her moans gliding through the dank cavern, rivulets of blood ran down her chocolate skin.
A flunky scurried towards her with a blanket and carried her through the Oak door at the side of the chamber.
"You have done well," a hooded figure spoke. "Is everything in place?"
"Yes, " said the Mayor. "Now I must go."
The tall blonde in charge of the nation's capital backed towards the open door and bowed to the hooded figures before edging his way back into City Hall. He rushed to the private office to change his shirt and wash the blood from his face. He knew the girl would be paid then shipped off to Africa, he knew that none of his aides questioned what went on during that one hour when he had no scheduled business yet disappeared, he knew that no one could touch him.
In less than one hour he was due to play table tennis at a school in Elephant and Castle. As he slipped on another tailored suit jacket and adjusted his antique cufflinks, Mayor Granville smiled.
"Good afternoon," he practiced in the mirror and beamed as he applied some gel to his celebrated hair.
A knock came to the door he turned and left.http://cityofconspiracy.blogspot.com/
10:08 AM
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