Re: Morning Spam

Traffick Boss is in hyperprison when he is overwhelmed by flashbacks. Guns are firing. Bombs are falling. His father is raping and beating him. His business is getting taken over by his trafficking victims. He’s on camera murdering whistleblowers. There’s no end, the visions that surround him. He curls up by Dictator of Dictatoropia, hugging Dictator’s ankles tightly like a stuffed animal, quivering and shaking, eyes alternating between wide and tight. Dictator of Dictatortopia (looking down at Traffick Boss): “There, there.” Dictator of Dictatortopia tentatively tries to pat Traffick Boss on the head, who doesn’t seem to notice,