№408674
I heard a noise outside the door, and I froze. Was it the secret police, come to arrest me for treason? Was it a mob of angry white men, come to rape and beat me for being a woman? Was it a pack of wild dogs, come to eat me for being a human? I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out. I hid under the counter, trembling and sweating, and I prayed to a god that I didn't believe in that they would go away and leave me alone. I held my breath and waited.
“Hello?” A voice called from the other side of the door. “Anyone here? We’re looking for shelter.”
I couldn't tell if the voice was male, female, or non-binary. It sounded like it was speaking through a mask, or a filter. I didn't know if I should answer, or if I should stay quiet, and hope that they would think the cafe was closed, and go away. I didn't know who they were, or what they wanted, or how many they were, or if they were armed.
“Please,” the voice said, "We have a pregnant woman with us, and she's in labor. We need a safe place to abort the baby before the government finds her."
№408675
I gasped. They were pro-choice activists, and they were in danger. If the police found them, they would be executed on the spot. I had to help them, even if it was risky. Morals be damned, this was life or death. I crawled out from under the counter and opened the door, and I saw four people standing outside. They were all wearing masks and hoods, and they were carrying backpacks and bags, and they looked tired and scared. One of them was a woman who was clearly in labor, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain. Another one of them was a man who was holding her arm and supporting her, and the other two were women who were holding guns and looking around nervously. I recognized one of them as famous transgender actor Eliot Page, and the other one was the actress Emma Watson, who I had seen in Harry Potter and other movies. They had both disappeared from public life after Trump's inauguration and were rumored to have joined the resistance movement. But that was impossible. The resistance movement didn’t exist. Or did it?
№408690
“Come in, quickly,” I said, and I let them inside the cafe, and locked the door behind them. I showed them to the back room, where there was a table and some chairs, and I helped the pregnant woman lay down on the table. I didn't have any medical training, but I had watched a lot of Grey's Anatomy so I was basically an expert.
“Do you have any anesthesia or painkillers?” I asked, but the man shook his head.
“No, they're all illegal. We can't even get aspirin anymore,” he said.
“Okay, then, we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way. Boil some water, get some towels, and sterilize a knife. And give her something to bite on, so she doesn't scream too loud,” I said. Elliot nodded and started to work.
I looked at the woman's face, and I realized that I recognized here too—she was famous American raper Cardi B. I wondered how she had gotten pregnant, and why she wanted to abort the baby. Maybe she had been raped by a Trump supporter, or maybe she just didn't want to bring a child into this awful world. I didn't ask her, and she didn't tell me. She just closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally.
№408691
Elliot came back with the supplies, and I began the operation. I cut open her stomach with the knife, and I saw blood and flesh and organs and a tiny little baby inside. I reached in and pulled it out, and I felt sick and disgusted. It was a boy, and it was alive. It was crying and kicking and squirming in my hand. I couldn't let it live, it had to be destroyed, or else it would grow up to be a fascist monster like Trump. I took a deep breath and crushed its skull with a hammer.
The sound of the hammer and the baby’s shrill scream were deafening. I could hear it in my bones, in my very soul. I felt like I was going to vomit, or faint, or both. I dropped the hammer and backed away, and I saw that the others were staring at me with wide eyes and pale faces. They looked shocked and horrified and traumatized, but they didn't say anything. They just nodded and helped me clean up the mess, and wrap Cardi B's wounds.
“Thank you,” the man said, and he hugged me. “Thank you for saving her life, and thank you for killing the baby. You're a hero.”
№409045
https://youtu.be/x2ondsGoepENow everybody from the Skibidi,
Put ya muthaf*ckin hands up
and Mog with me,
everybody from the Skibidi
Put ya muthaf*ckin hands up
look, look,
now while he’s an Alpha
notice that this Beta did not have his hands up
Ohio world’s got you all Gooned up
Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
№408531
I am one thoughbeit I think I could score if I really set my mind to it but I tend to distance myself from people. I think they are a natural product of modern societal values clashing with ingrained human behavior. A lot of blackpill is just cope but the cold hard fact is that I reckon I'm strong enough to kill Timothee Chalamet by powerbombing him into traffic but women would prefer his mangled corpse over me and this causes a chimpout in my grug brain but it is what it is so I get where Incels are coming from but I personally believe the ones who hardcore hate women are some sort of closeted homosexuals.
№408534
>>408531Well, if you want a girfriend then work out or something idk
№408678
>>408534I have a decent physique, I'm fairly confident despite being on the spectrum and I'm a 5-6 out of 10 at the least. the problem is I haven't genuinely loved a woman in over half a decade.
№408843
>>408356incels are made for bbc
№408575
>next big namefag
What about arkaim the turkish foodist tranny?
№408580
also I'm trans and I got banned from every school zone in my state
№408631
>>408549back off, she's mine
№408647
Now everybody from the Skibidi,
Put ya muthaf*ckin hands up
and Mog with me,
everybody from the Skibidi
Put ya muthaf*ckin hands up
look, look,
now while he’s an Alpha
notice that this Beta did not have his hands up
Ohio world’s got you all Gooned up
now who’s afraid of the Sigma wolf
Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
Delete Post [ ]