Who Bit Beyoncé?

Beyoncé kept her eye on Jay Z, suspiciously eyeing any woman who dared step within the vicinity of her husband. As usual, there were plenty of people approaching her. She mindlessly kept up with the conversations, acting as though she cared in the slightest about these people's lives. "I can't believe this," Beyoncé muttered to herself. There was Jay, smiling and laughing, talking to some woman who was wearing a bikini for no fucking reason. Does this bitch know how cold it is?! Beyoncé went to storm over to her husband when-

The entire party turned towards Bey, she had let out a blood curdling screech. She was bent over, clutching her face in agony. Tiffany Haddish had been nearby, having been speaking to another party guest. She ran over to the crime scene, "Bey, are you okay?!". The music had been turned off now, as the entire room stared at the central scene. The penetrating silence only added to the intensity of the moment. Bey slowly emerged, daring to confront the motif of staring faces. Her hand still covered her right cheek. A mixture of shock and revulsion overwhelmed her features as she slowly removed her hand. The entire room collectively gasped in horror as her hand left her face. A gash had been cut across her cheek, blood pouring out of it. The gore too much for Eva Mendes as she escaped to the bathroom. Tiffany was stunned, more so by the fact that anyone would dare bite the face off the world's most powerful woman. "What happened?" Tiffany asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but resonated with the entire room. Tears were beginning to add into the mix of Beyoncé's dripping blood.

"Someone bit me."

There was now murmuring amongst the crowd,

"Who did it?!"

"How could they?!"

"Oh my god, her security is so fired."

Beyoncé could no longer handle the stares of the crowd, and scurried off to the bathroom. Tiffany quickly followed suit, although Beyoncé is much more capable of running in heels than she'd ever been. She was Beyoncé, after all. Giving her a few seconds, Tiffany passively knocked the bathroom door, warily prying it open. Beyoncé was much more collected now, she'd cleaned the wound, wiped her tears, and the laceration had now been covered with a Band-Aid. Although her face had now been enamoured with a ferocious vendetta. "Bey?" Tiffany asked, her voice remaining soft and cautious, "You okay?". Beyoncé turned to the intruder, and slowly advanced towards her. Tiffany slowly stepped backwards in response; there was no way that Beyoncé approaching you like that could ever be a good thing. Beyoncé's voice was shaking with an indignation that Tiffany had never seen before, "Find out who did it, and bring the bitch to me." She walked past Tiffany to return to the awaiting crowd. Beyoncé flashed her winning smile and turned to the DJ, "What are you waiting for? Play the damn music!", the crowd cheered, and the party resumed.

Tiffany took her role seriously, she knew there were only three people who were close enough to commit the crime; Sanaa Lathan, Sara Foster and Queen Latifah. She gathered each of them in one group, not unlike the gathering of the crime scene. "Which one of you did it?" she asked, much more bluntly than she had intended. There was an immediate shouting from all three of them, indiscernible insistence of their innocence. "Okay, hold up. I know that the three of you were with Beyoncé when it happened. So it had to be one of you." They began to shout some more before Tiffany stopped them again. "So we're gonna do this one by one."

She turned to Sanaa Lathan.

"You, bitch. Talk."

"Tiff, I would never. I was simply telling her about my new show; I didn't even see who did it. I was lifting up my stocking when it happened."

"Okay," Tiffany said, she kept her expression passive as she gathered their accounts. She next set her sights on Sara Foster.

"Taylor Swift, talk."