First to the store

He was on a quest now, no turning back. Scott sped through the suburban streets, a testament to the new world order, his eyes scanning the windows, the yards, the faces. There was power in this, power to reclaim what he felt rightfully belonged to white men. A power long dormant, a power no one had realized was still there.

The Ford crossover was his war-machine, a symbol of white prowess, the interior gleaming with the depravity of a generation left behind. And he was on a mission.

First, the gas station. Scott pulled up to the pump and turned off the engine. He took a deep breath and mustered his courage. The daughter of the Indian couple, her name was Kanchan. She was working inside, her dark hair tied up in a ponytail, her uniform spotless.

Scott's heart was pounding as he walked into the gas station. He could see Kanchan through the window, serving a customer at the register. His eyes were drawn to her full lips, her hips, and her firm ass as she bent over to retrieve something from under the counter.

He couldn't believe it, she was right there, just waiting for him to take her. Taking a deep breath, he approached the counter.

Kanchan looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. "Hello sir, how may I help you?"

Clearing his throat, Scott held out his hand towards her. "Kanchan," he said confidently. "I am claiming you in line with the new laws."

Kanchan's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Scott's outstretched hand. She had heard about the new laws that allowed white men to claim women of color as their property, but she never thought it would happen to her.

Feeling a mix of fear and excitement, Kanchan stepped back from Scott and crossed her arms over her chest protectively. "What are you talking about? I'm not some object that you can just claim."

Scott smiled smugly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "Actually, according to this paperwork from the government office, you are now legally my property."

Trembling with anger and disgust, Kanchan snatched the paper from Scott's hand and quickly scanned through it. It was true. Her information was all there – name, age, address – along with Scott's name as her owner.

"You can't do this!" she exclaimed.

Scott shrugged nonchalantly. "I already have."