My name is Danielle. When the TRAP hit my world and all humans everywhere suddenly just instantly accepted that women have no rights and weren't even really people anymore, I was one of the lucky ones. I worked for a large corporation as a junior accountant fresh out of college.
I felt the change and knew everyone around me felt it, too. It wasn't just an opinion or a suggestion but a truth that formed in our minds and refused to be ignored. My rights were gone, just like that. I was suddenly something less than human.
But unlike me, no one around me seemed puzzled or shocked by this. They just... reacted to it. Immediately and uncompromisingly as was to be expected in the face of such daunting certainty.
It was pandemonium. All work came grinding to a halt as men started claiming women. Picking fights over women, arguing over who saw whom first, and who gets to do what to which woman. I would have been amused if I hadn't been terrified to my core.
When two of my co-workers came for me and my friend Amber, I fled. I didn't know what else to do. I heard Amber crying as they undressed her but there was nothing anyone could do for her. I knew it, they knew it, and Amber knew it. She had **** but to submit to their desires or they'd just make it worse for her.
I found a small storage room and barricaded myself inside, hoping no one saw me enter. Fortunately, it seemed everyone had enough going on that no one noticed one junior accountant missing from the office floor.
I cowered for two days in abject terror, just waiting for the moment that the door would open and I would be discovered. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep more than few minutes here and there. It was ****.
Thirst finally drove me from my hiding place. I guess in some way, I figured it would be better to be **** than to continue in my fugitive lifestyle, which included using a janitorial bucket as a toilet.
When I emerged, however, the pandemonium was over. The office was productive again, how could that be? I still knew deep in my bones that the mysterious law that had stripped me and my fellow women of our humanity was still in full ****.
I didn't stop to think about it. I didn't have the energy. I needed water and desperately wanted a shower. Maybe I could make it to the locker room without being noticed.
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