Every world leader, and then some

She started easy. The next photos was almost harmless. It was some porn actors, people I genuinely didn't know, actresses, and... a twitch streamer I had talked to Harper about. I liked her content and had watched her together with my gf back then. It had been a wholesome experience then, but now it was turned twisted, sour and rotten.

I thought it was over. I sighed in relief. But then more pictures appeared. Harper just smirked and jiggled her breasts. There was many pictures after that. Basically every leader. Fuck... there was probably over a hundred pictures in total. I lost count. I lost focus too. After about 50 nothing surprised me anymore. I just sat there. Staring. Accepting. Sighing. When the pope had showed up around 30 pictures in, I'd initially winced and shrieked out, but my reaction had just dulled down. Now I felt numb to the shock. I just let the four remaining Zombies feed me. They gave me water and I accepted that too. Fuck it. If they were going to poison me with the Zombie thing, I couldn't do anything anyway.

As numb as I was, that all instantly died when one photo showed up. All my color drained from my face and I was 100% focused. I stared, mouth open, eyes twitching. No. Not possible! Utterly unfathomable! No! NO! NO. Just no. Not possible. I shook my head. My pulse was very quick. My heart felt like it might leap out of my chest.

The picture was - or rather drawing, depiction - was of Cleopatra. She has been dead for over 2000 years. What on earth are they plotting?

Sweat ran down my forehead. Surely, this was just a harmless prank? After all, they didn't say they were going to Zombiefy the women in the photos. They didn't say they would enslave them. Harper said nothing at all. As was her new usual. I had only assumed. Maybe she meant she would dress up to look like Cleopatra? Maybe she meant she would become a queen like Cleopatra? Maybe it was about the spirit of Cleopatra? Or something else. There had to be something else. Because the alternative dreaded me. I refused to confront it.

Because the alternative - the absolute absurd and utterly nonsensical alternative - was that my former girlfriend had planned to travel 2000 years back in time to enslave one of the supposedly hottest women in history. To do the impossible task of time travel just to bring me back the sexiest woman to ever live on a silver platter as my devoted sex ****.

Harper smirked and I felt a hand touch my cock and stroke it slowly. "You're insane." I said with a sigh. "Whatever you are planning. Whatever this means... you.... are... damn. Insane..." I say as I lean back and close my eyes.