Chapter 1: Introduction
It was a hot summer day, the sun beating down on the pavement, turning the world into a hazy blur. In the midst of the chaos, a lone figure stood out, a gothic woman with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes and a slender figure. Her name was Aria, a feminist in her mid-20's, weary of being the object of men's desires. For years, she had been subjected to their unwanted advances, and enough was enough. It was time to take matters into her own
hands.
And that's exactly what Aria did. As she walked down the bustling street, she was subjected to
unwanted stares and catcalls from men. But today, Aria refused to be a victim. She was done playing
the role of the passive woman, and today, she was going to fight back.
As she sauntered down the street, she caught the eye of
a man in a passing car. He smiled at her, leeringly, and she snapped.
No longer was she going to be a victim of these men's perverted desires.
Without hesitation, she launched herself into the oncoming traffic,
kicking every man she saw in the groin with all her might.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" One man yelled, clutching his crotch in pain.
Another hobbled away, swearing under his breath.
Aria laughed maniacally, reveling in the chaos she had caused. This was
her way of fighting back against a society that had always objectified her.
As she kicked one man after another, Aria felt a sense of liberation that she had never experienced before.
Finally, exhausted after her rampage, she collapsed onto the pavement, panting heavily.
"You can't just go around kicking people, you know that, right?" A police officer said, approaching her.
"What happened here?"
"I don't need your protection," Aria snarled, standing up. "I'm just tired of being objectified by these men."
The officer raised an eyebrow. "Objectification? That's a strong word for someone who just kicked several innocent bystanders."
Aria scoffed. "Innocent bystanders? They were objectifying me, just like all the other men in this city. They deserved it."
The officer shrugged.
Suddenly, Aria punted the officer in his testicles with her large leather boots. He instantly collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Aria stood over him, a smug smile on her face.
She turned to see the officer standing over her, holding his hand by his side.
"You okay?" he asked.
Aria smiled, "Yes, I am just...fed up with all these people objectifying me."
The officer nodded, "I understand that. But violence isn't the answer, you know that."
Aria scoffted, "I don't care.
They deserved it. They all treat women like objects, and it needs to stop."
The officer shook his head, "I understand where you're coming from, but violence isn't the answer. There are better ways to make people listen."
Aria let out a frustrated sigh, "I know that, but sometimes you have to take drastic measures to get people to listen. It's like how black people had to fight for their rights in the civil rights movement.