death of love

[The screen splits in two. On the left side is a grainy, warm toned video from three years ago. On the right is a sharp, hyper saturated, high definition feed from today. The contrast is violent.]

[LEFT SIDE THE PAST: "MAYA & SARAH FOREVER" ❤]

[The video shows Maya and Sarah looking completely human, pale, and unaugmented sitting on a picnic blanket. They are laughing, holding hands, and sharing a kiss. They look happy, equal, and deeply connected. Maya has short hair and a flannel shirt; Sarah has a simple ponytail and a sundress.]

[RIGHT SIDE THE PRESENT: THE RIVALRY ]

[The camera cuts to Maya, sitting in a chrome chair, looking like a lethal weapon of silicone. Her lips are massive, her eyes glassy, her cleavage threatening to spill over a neon pink corset. On the other side of the split screen, Sarah appears, her Z cup breasts and massive ass dominating her frame. They aren't looking at each other; they are both staring directly into their own cameras with expressions of pure, unadulterated venom.]

MAYA: (Her voice is a breathy, cruel whisper) "Do you remember that video? That stupid, disgusting little clip of us holding hands? Ugh. Looking at it literally makes me want to vomit. That girl... that dyke... she doesn't even exist anymore."

SARAH: (Snorting derisively, her massive ass shifting on her stool with a wet sound) "Oh please, Maya. You're still pretending you were special? We weren't 'in love.' We were just two sick, confused animals clinging to each other because we were too scared to accept the truth. We were pathetic. We were equals. And being equal is the most humiliating thing a woman can be."

MAYA: (Eyes narrowing, pupils dilated) "Exactly. We were wasting time. We were wasting energy that should have been spent on worship. I used to think she was my everything. Now? Now she's just another plastic obstacle between me and the Prophet's seed."

SARAH: (Leaning forward, her veiny tits pressing against the lens) "Obstacle is right. Look at her. Look at those implants. She thinks she's the queen of the cult just because she can take a little extra cock. But she's hollow, Maya. Even more hollow than you. She's trying so hard to prove she's not a lesbian that she's forgotten how to be a proper doll."

MAYA: (Laughter that sounds like breaking glass) "A proper doll? Sweetie, you're barely holding it together. I saw you yesterday, crying because your BBL felt 'too natural' after a session. You're desperate. You're pathetic. You're trying to win his attention by being the biggest slut, but I'm winning by being the best object."

SARAH: (Her face contorting with rage) "You're not an object, Maya. You're a distraction. You're a loud, obnoxious, brain dead distraction. The Prophet doesn't want a performer; he wants a vessel. And my cunt is a much better vessel than yours will ever be."

MAYA: (Slamming her manicured hand on her desk) "Shut up! Just shut up! You're just jealous because I got blessed last week and you're still begging for scraps! You're a rival, Sarah. A worthless, plastic, jealous rival."

SARAH: "And you're my enemy, Maya. Every time you walk into the temple, I want to see you broken. I want to see your makeup ruined and your brain fried even worse than it already is."

[Both women lean into their cameras simultaneously, their faces filling the split screen with terrifying, empty beauty.]

MAYA: "There is no love between us."

SARAH: "There is only competition."

MAYA & SARAH (In unison, with eerie, practiced synchronization): "And only one of us gets to be his favorite. "

[The screen cuts to black with a harsh static sound.]