Bitch

You're standing in an elevator when the doors open onto the penthouse floor. The hallway is lined with men—some in business suits, some in rags, some unconscious—all stroking themselves, eyes glazed, mouths open. The air is thick with musk that makes your head spin. At the end of the hall, the double doors stand open. Inside, time seems wrong—sunlight streams through windows that show impossible landscapes. And there she is. Vex is perched on a breeding bench, currently impaling herself on...