No, we just keep spiraling.

Jacob clenched his hands around the colossal glass, and peered down at the bar top. Were anyone to look into his eyes at that moment, they would see the fires of a ****, irrational fury burning within. When he began to speak once more, his words were hinged with hysteria. "If they ever do come for me, I'll fight like hell. I'll bite their ears off, and punch them in the clit. They'll take me, but I'll raise hell. They're gonna need to tie me to the god damned bed." His voice rose in volume, and furor. A long buried grudge had finally been given a chance to slip out, and Jacob would be damned if he held his tongue. "They think they can buy me, like fucking piece of cattle?! Huh?! They think they can shower me with money, and pump me for my cum, then toss me aside?! They think they can ignore me, that I'm only good for stuffing babies into their rotten womb?! Well, I say they can burn in HELL WITH ME!!!" His gaze flashed across the room, and the mighty woman recoiled in fear of the weak little man. Jacob turned his gaze back to Ebony, and she felt a shiver of dread wash over her. "Eb, you got any idea how many ways I could kill every one in this bar right now? Huh?" Ebony was frozen, as her image of Jacob was shattered. She realized, on a deep level, that Jacob had lost his mind, full stop. A terrifying idea took hold of her mind.

"You don't care, do you?" Ebony froze when she realized that she had spoken aloud. Silence fell, as every person in the bar waited for Jacob's response. Time seemed to stretch, as he thought about his answer. Finally, he spoke. His tone was even, and measured. It was an observation, irrefutable, blunt, and painful for all to hear. "Of course I care. Women are the ones who don't give a shit about a man, beyond his cock. We're just a walking life support for our dick. We're an investment, and you only care about getting pregnant. Any threat to a man is a threat to that end goal. Every other woman is a competitor." With that spoken, Jacob slapped some bills onto the bar top, and hopped off of the stool. As he walked out of the bar, no one made any motion to stop him. Once he left, women began to stir, but silence still rained. His words echoed in each of their heads, forcing them to reflect upon their actions. For many of the women, they were repulsed by what they saw. The truth of his words burned them, and they began to cry the cry of the damned. For others, the world suddenly made sense, in a way that it never had before. The distance in their previous relationships suddenly seemed natural. However, no woman was harder hit that Mary. The revelation that Jacob felt used, and valued only for his sex organ sickened her. Bile rose in her throat as she realized that she didn't know Jacob. She truly had no idea that he believed these things. The thought that her a man she had watched like a hawk felt so strongly that she didn't genuinely care destroyed her. That night, she was the first to cry, and the last to stop.

As the women in the bar digested his words, Jacob was stumbling through the parking lot. His mind was swiftly moving from societal condemnation, to the more immediate concern of how he was going to get home. He could barely walk straight, so driving was definitely out of the question. Soon, the deviants of the night would begin walking the streets. Women who offered men money to fuck them. Alleyway merchants selling the stolen items of men, and the depraved women who bought them. Gangs who roamed the streets, looking for a man to grab and drag back to their lairs, many of whom were later found pumped full of dangerous aphrodisiacs, and demanding to return. The cock-worshipers, who would follow a man, and pray to be blessed with seed. However, Jacob cared not for any of them. He began to stumble vaguely homeward, with all the confidence of a drunkard looking for a fight.