What a bitch! #AGFleuire
She wasn’t complaining about the movie money #greedy #AGFleurie
Someone needs to rape some sense into her #whore #AGFleurie #metoowhore
If you dress like that what do you expect #AGFleurie #metoowhore
Rape it #AGFleurie
Slag #AGFleurie #metoowhore
Millionaire victim....lol #metoowhore #AGFleurie
Athena continued to scroll down her phone. Pages of this bile filled the screen, like a Tsuanami it overpowered everything in its path. To start with it had been easy to ignore; she knew she was right and her friends had been surportive, but how can you stop a tsunami.
“Obviously she wanted it,” said a small blonde man sitting at a table behind. “I mean come on I would let Jerry Broad fuck me for a part in that movie.” His friends sniggered as the monologue continued. “How can anyone believe a whore that dresses like that could keep her legs together for anyone, let alone a billionaire movie producer. Cunts probably been ridden by half of L.A..” He downed the rest of the bottle. “Garçon!!” He shouted holding up three fingers.
“Ooo I went to his house for a meeting,” he rubbed his eyes pretending to cry. “Then he touched me,” he said using a high pitched nasal voice, “I had to do the movie or he might do it again...”
They hadn’t seen Athena, but she knew who they were talking about. Outside Athena smoked another rolled up cigarette. Her heart heaved as the man joined her on the street; a Camel Filter dangling from his bottom lip. Looking round he gormlessly recognised who it was.
“Athena isn’t it?”
She nodded obliquely.
“Can I just say how disgusted I am by all these pricks on the internet. They give all men a bad name.”
Athena forced a smile. “Thank you.”
The stale alcohol emanated from his person like a storm cloud. “If you know women you don’t need to force them to do anything, idiots like Jerry Broad are inadequate, don’t know what to do with a real woman.” He let the last syllable linger on the cushion of smokes and alcohol.
Athena looked down at her phone.
Whore!!! Free Jerry Broad!!! #AGFleurie
“How about showing me what it feels like to be touched by a real man,” she floated quietly with a velvet softness that was entirely wasted on this prick. He moved forward breathing into her face. The kiss came attached with a grope aimed between her legs. His hand pressed into the tight crotch of her black jeans as the needle pressed into his neck.
What followed was nothingness, followed for a time by something between the darkness of nothingness and the illuminating light of reality. A half waking half space of dreamlike uncertainty. This seemed to last for months, but as reality started to reassert itself he was dimly aware of a difference in his body; his insides seemed jumbled.
Finally awake, he saw Athena come into the room. Sitting the man up she held a mirror to show his reflection. What faced him sliced his self actualisation in half. It was no longer the person who had returned his gaze in the mirror for the previous thirty years. Looking back was a woman. Body hair removed, pert B cups, a tight slit, bone restructured, surgery marks fading.
She screamed and passed out.