they needed this

"Tracer, babe, you've got to see this." Emily's voice was muffled behind the door of our cramped apartment, a few streets away from the pulsing heart of New Sodom. I glanced up fromreading The Anarchist Cookbook, and glanced in her direction. Her red hair danced on her shoulders as her head poked through the doorway, eyeing me expectantly. I closed the book, placed it gently on my lap and leaned back in my creaky chair.

"What is it this time, Emily?"

Emily was always discovering new oddities in New Sodom, but her excitement was contagious. "Just come see!" she gestured for me to follow her, before disappearing down the hallway.

Grudgingly, I placed the book aside and made my way towards the front door. The moment my boots touched the cold, stone floor of the hallway, I heard it: a low, rumbling chant, punctuated by fervent shouts and wild laughter.

Shrouded by decrepit buildings with twisted metal and vines clinging to their facades stood a temple, its towering spires reaching skyward, each adorned with grotesque, oversized penises that leered at me. The courtyard was packed with chanting members of the cult of ex-lesbians, led by Mother.

I crossed my arms, unconvinced.

This temple was a constant reminder of the atrocities committed against my community by these ex-lesbians, who had converted to worshipping men and their "glorious cocks." I scoffed internally, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

Mother's sermon drifted through the air, echoing off the decaying walls of New Sodom, her venomous words piercing the hearts of her listeners like daggers.

"We stand here today, as straight bimbos of Christ, purified of our corrupt and sinful ways," she began, her voice undertoned with smug satisfaction.

"Free from our twisted desires, we now bend the knee to the glory of manhood and it's power."

Worshipping cocks and calling themselves pure. They've lost their minds." I muttered under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the chilling scene before me.

Emily turned to me, her expression pained. "I know. It's disgusting. But you can't say they aren't fascinating in their own way." Her voice trembled trying not to loock as creeped out as she felt.

My gaze lingered for a moment more on the transfixed crowd, who lapped up Mother's every word.

All of the ex lesbians were now slaves to cocks.

The thought of it made me shudder. I looked at Emily, searching for the words to express my rage. She knew exactly what was going through my mind as her eyes met mine. It was time to leave, before the temptation to jump in the crowd and confront the cult members overwhelmed us.

As we turned from the disgusting Temple , I couldn't help but feel a simmering anger rise up in my chest. Tears threatened to burst at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Emily threads her fingers through mine, her grip tightening firmly as we stepped further into the dark, winding streets of New Sodom.

My thoughts swirled with anger as we made our way back home. The cult of ex-lesbians flourished, luring more women away from their original identities and forcing them into a twisted life of worshiping men. But we couldn't give in to despair. We would face them again, sooner or later.