"Right Ken, are you ready for this evening?" Ken looked right. His vision dragged slowly across a series of white chalk-board panels dressed in post-its and greetings cards; a dull computer monitor, a stationary holder. His eyes caught up with his too-fast-moving head, resting absently on the visible bulge of Mary's stomach, conspicuously visible under a tight blouse. Ken cranked his head up, degrees collecting as his vision screened across a panorama of female flesh: breasts, collar bones then a faintly hairy chin, red lips; he decided after some deliberation to settle his vision inbetween her lips.
"Ken, Jesus, are you listening?" They don't go there, do they Ken. Ken broke into a sweat. The papers on his desk were not in the right place. "You're a useless fucking idiot, you know that, Ken?" Mary scowled at him, removing her face from his immediate vision, into that fuzzy area just outside, unfocused now. What had once been two slightly crooked yellow teeth was now blurry grey ceiling tiling. Why did she have to move? He reset, preparing to redirect his vision. Ken, they don't go there do they. You should probably move them. It's voice rubbed across his ears like a light cascade of sand, rustling. Somewhere underneath that sand was a brook, water flowing quietly. I'm just going to reorganise these papers, then I will respond to Mary. She can wait. "Ken, are you ok?" Shit. "Stop ignoring me, you asshole. I swear to God you make me we want to slap you so hard." Tell her to kill herself Ken. "I'm going to Melinda, I'm going to tell her you're the most useless employee in this entire goddamn floor and to boot your shit so hard out of this fi-"
"Ken, Jesus, are you listening?" They don't go there, do they Ken. Ken broke into a sweat. The papers on his desk were not in the right place. "You're a useless fucking idiot, you know that, Ken?" Mary scowled at him, removing her face from his immediate vision, into that fuzzy area just outside, unfocused now. What had once been two slightly crooked yellow teeth was now blurry grey ceiling tiling. Why did she have to move? He reset, preparing to redirect his vision. Ken, they don't go there do they. You should probably move them. It's voice rubbed across his ears like a light cascade of sand, rustling. Somewhere underneath that sand was a brook, water flowing quietly. I'm just going to reorganise these papers, then I will respond to Mary. She can wait. "Ken, are you ok?" Shit. "Stop ignoring me, you asshole. I swear to God you make me we want to slap you so hard." Tell her to kill herself Ken. "I'm going to Melinda, I'm going to tell her you're the most useless employee in this entire goddamn floor and to boot your shit so hard out of this fi-"
Kill her, Ken.
"Mary, please, these papers. They're disorganised. I know that it's unimportant to you, but I can't work properly if these papers are organised. They're like my rock, you know? My way of doing things. Please, Mary, I'll get to you in a second. Mary please kill yourself, I can't organise these papers if you keep standing there, Mary Please..." Ken trailed off, his hands sluggishly shuffling papers, using his pen as a makeshift rule to flatten the edges of the stack, so that no stray corners would protrude.
Mary stared at Ken. It stared at Ken. It's eyes hadn't moved. It was humanoid, tall, hunched, grey. It wore a long black trench coat. The fingers on each hand were very long, very grey, and ended in hard black nails. They both stared at Ken while Ken stared at the papers. Ken. Hey Ken, look at me. Want to see something really fun? I bet you do, you love this stuff you twisted fuck.
His co-worker suddenly bent, her head thrown back. Silently, her jaw opened, exposing her teeth. Her knees buckled slightly, and the jaws slowly widened. A gargling sound emitted from her mouth. Faintly, then in increasing volume, her mouth started to crack. Red blossomed in the corners of her stretched mouth. Slowly, her jaw widened, cracking, blood starting to pour from the edges of her mouth. The gargling turned into a bubbling as the chin was brought down and touched her collarbone. Red splits had turned to runnels of blood, and the back of her throat protruded further than what was left of her mouth.
Ken blinked and Mary stared at him. It chuckled gently to itself. It's lips where black, cracked. It had no nose, just the two orbs and a mouth. It stretched it's neck towards Ken, very close to his face. Oho, Ken. Mary glared in disgust at his erection. "Pig, Melinda is going to chew your ass out." She turned away, and walked off. Ken turned back to his work. He looked directly at it for the first time. He said aloud: "I really really don't like her." I know Ken, I know.
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