The Ties are Tight

You keep struggling, but it isn’t any use. All you are doing is cutting your wrists.

Professor Black struts in. Behind her is a gorgeous racially ambiguous girl.

“Jamaal, this is Sofia. Sofia, how do feel about about the patriarchy?”

“They are evil. They must all die so that the world can be remade!”

“And, would you die for me?”

“Of course! If it means even being one step closer to our goal I would gladly give my life!”

You see the hatred in her eyes.

“Now Jamaal, I picked up this little ritual from a acquaintance. Consider it my gift to you, for all you have done for me. Sit Sofia.”

Sofia sits cross legged across from you. Professor Black begins to set up candles and draw runes with chalk. She finishes quickly.

“Now let’s begin.”

She begins chanting in a guttural inhuman tone. The words wash over you and you feel like you’re floating. There is a flash of light.

You try one last attempt to free your hands, only to find they’re already free. You open your eyes and stare at your face.

Professor Black whispers in your ear. “Men are evil. Men need to die. The patriarchy must be obliterated.”

The words burn in your head. You hate men. She hands you a knife.

“He’s a man, kill him.”

Bloodlust fills you. You stand up and drive the dagger into his chest again and again. You find you long hair and breasts are covered in blood.

“Excellent job, Jam…Hmm, I suppose we can’t really call you Jamaal or Sofia. Let’s go with Jemma. That was wonderful, Jemma. How does it feel to help destroy the patriarchy?”

You hate the patriarchy, you hate men. “It felt good. Will I be charged with ****?”

“Of course not, Jemma. I’m well prepared for this. Now go see Mia, she is waiting for you,”