Epilogue

Another three years gone by. Another two babies, now ten in total. Carrie was naked between the two old ministers. One of the nursemaids brought in her two youngest, who both clamped onto a tit.

America felt so long ago now. The time of dating you, of cucking you with your father and then dating Sundeep, felt like ancient history. And now two powerful, influential men were debating her future.

Carrie hadn't led to world peace. But she'd help them come to an agreement to agree, which to Carrie barely felt like anything. But still, they'd celebrated, by deciding her future. They'd even brought out an American quarter in her honor.

"So, if it is heads, she returns with you to Karachi. If it is tails, she stays here in New Delhi," the Indian minister said. "Are we agreed?" The Pakistani minister nodded. He didn't flip the coin, but instead held it upright and flicked it, so it started to spin rapidly. Carrie dully watched the coin spin. Part of her didn't really care how it ended up. She'd never had agency. She was always a pawn of men, a toy for men. And that wasn't going to change. But part of her was curious, as the coin slowly and began to teeter, finally landing on ...