The second I heard the results, I blacked out and entered a vivid dream. The world around me went grey and foggy, the air thick and stale. I was laying on the floor, naked, beaten, bruised, and caked in dry blood. I heard rustling around me, murmurs and sickly noises. I couldn't stand, my left leg was broken and most of my toes were ripped out. I dragged myself along the muddy floor and found several women in similar conditions as I was in. I made my way to a wall, a wall with writing all over it. Everywhere, everywhere, it said “Grab her by the pussy” and “Women are dogs.”
A man entered, pulling two knocked-out girls behind him. He threw them to the floor and kicked them hard in the chest. What was this, concentration camps for women? I crawled to the other side of the room, trying not to touch the bodies. There was a window on this wall but it was covered in dust and blood; I could barely see through it. I hoisted myself up on the ledge, trying not to use my broken leg or toes, but I fell to the ground, coming down hard on that leg. Pain shot through my entire body, shocking me to the point of almost passing out. I didn't let that stop me. I got up again and stood on the heel of my right foot. I wiped at the thick glass to see through to the other side. There were more bodies, whipped and mangled. But there were men, too. Something about them was different. Some of them looked like they were mentally handicapped or something. What the hell was happening? What did we do to deserve this?
Lost in horrible thoughts, I fell off the ledge once more when something gripped my ankle and pulled me down. One of the women had brought me down. “Kill me,” she said. “Just end it, please.”
“No… W-what? Why?” I said.
“I don't want to live through this anymore. I don't care to make it out alive. I don't want to live to see the future. Now please, smash my damn head into the floor, snap my neck, do something.”
“Wait... No. Please tell me what is happening.”
“You don't remember?” she asked in a raspy voice.
“No… the last thing I remember is hearing who won the election, then I blacked out and ended up here.”
“Exactly. It's the damn election that started it. Trump won and began destroying America. This is what we are now. Women are worthless to him. We're kept as slaves, used for sex, and abused to death, like we're dogs. To him, women are useless, disabled are useless, immigrants are useless. He took away the joy in our lives, he took away the color, the creation, the art, music, entertainment. Everything. His pets are under his control, all men do as he says, like servants or robots. World War Three and Four has happened in just the two years that have passed. The other countries tried to help defeat the monster and his Trumpets, but he's too strong. He turned his pets into cyborgs, they're immortal. He created hybrids of deadly animals, they're immortal. Nothing can stop Trump and his army. So, you see? This is why there is no use trying to live on and escape. You got what you asked for, now do as I say and kill me.”
With a broken piece of glass, I slit the woman's throat, and then mine. Everything went black, and then I was back, sitting in front of my television, hearing the results repeated again and again and again and again.
A man entered, pulling two knocked-out girls behind him. He threw them to the floor and kicked them hard in the chest. What was this, concentration camps for women? I crawled to the other side of the room, trying not to touch the bodies. There was a window on this wall but it was covered in dust and blood; I could barely see through it. I hoisted myself up on the ledge, trying not to use my broken leg or toes, but I fell to the ground, coming down hard on that leg. Pain shot through my entire body, shocking me to the point of almost passing out. I didn't let that stop me. I got up again and stood on the heel of my right foot. I wiped at the thick glass to see through to the other side. There were more bodies, whipped and mangled. But there were men, too. Something about them was different. Some of them looked like they were mentally handicapped or something. What the hell was happening? What did we do to deserve this?
Lost in horrible thoughts, I fell off the ledge once more when something gripped my ankle and pulled me down. One of the women had brought me down. “Kill me,” she said. “Just end it, please.”
“No… W-what? Why?” I said.
“I don't want to live through this anymore. I don't care to make it out alive. I don't want to live to see the future. Now please, smash my damn head into the floor, snap my neck, do something.”
“Wait... No. Please tell me what is happening.”
“You don't remember?” she asked in a raspy voice.
“No… the last thing I remember is hearing who won the election, then I blacked out and ended up here.”
“Exactly. It's the damn election that started it. Trump won and began destroying America. This is what we are now. Women are worthless to him. We're kept as slaves, used for sex, and abused to death, like we're dogs. To him, women are useless, disabled are useless, immigrants are useless. He took away the joy in our lives, he took away the color, the creation, the art, music, entertainment. Everything. His pets are under his control, all men do as he says, like servants or robots. World War Three and Four has happened in just the two years that have passed. The other countries tried to help defeat the monster and his Trumpets, but he's too strong. He turned his pets into cyborgs, they're immortal. He created hybrids of deadly animals, they're immortal. Nothing can stop Trump and his army. So, you see? This is why there is no use trying to live on and escape. You got what you asked for, now do as I say and kill me.”
With a broken piece of glass, I slit the woman's throat, and then mine. Everything went black, and then I was back, sitting in front of my television, hearing the results repeated again and again and again and again.