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A woman.

Someone with multiple holes for these men to forcefully and painfully stretch open with their seed. Because to them, I am less than human, someone undeserving of respect and basic human decency, and I know I am not the only one they view this way.

It is why I finally decided to do something about it.

The boy trembling before me was a junior at the same college I attended, someone who had successfully drugged a girl at hisfrat’s party and had been about to remove her clothing and rape her unconscious body before I had intervened. The girl was still off in the corner, clothes still intact, and out of harm’s way for now. When this was all over, I would make sure she got home safely, but for now…

My white mask, partially obscured by my black hoodie, covered most of my face. There was no way security cameras would be able to pick up my facial features. My black pants hung loosely off my hips so no one would be able to guess my weight, and I stalked forward in comfortable black sneakers, cocking my head to the side. Each hand sported a black glove so there would be no fingerprints, either at the scene or on the knife I’d sharpened just for this occasion. And as I continued to approach the writhing incel on the ground, it seemed my ensemble did the trick.

He was terrified.

A smile stretched across my lips underneath the mask. The boy was also still fully clothed. He hadn’t gotten far in his plans, it seemed.

“Your body, my choice.”

“W-who are you?” the boy asked, trying—and failing—to appear macho and brave. “Jason? Henry? C’mon, guys! This isn’t funny!”

I wanted to laugh.Well, Jason wouldn’t be that far off, I guess.I could practically feel the fear pouring off him, and I took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of the nervous sweat oozing from every crevice of exposed, bare skin mixed with…is that piss?

My eyes trailed down his trembling body, and sure enough, a very prominent wet stain grew from the bulge in his paints. I wrinkled my nose.Gross!Yet oddly satisfying because it meant I was doing my job.

Aw, boy’s last piss! How special!

I chuckled darkly and chose that moment to brandish my knife. Playtime was over. It was time for the finale to begin.

I lunged, and as the boy scrambled back, trying desperately—and failing—to get away, I latched onto his right leg and yanked. His loose-fitting jeans started sliding down his butt, exposing the red-and-black plaid boxers he wore underneath. With my other hand, I brought the knife down, sinking the blade deep into his right butt cheek. A resounding scream pierced the otherwise-still air, one I knew would be drowned out by the pounding hip-hop music below. It was why I chose this moment to strike, because I knew no one would hear him, and I had the chance to save someone tonight.

Blood spurted from the wound as I cut in a zig-zag motion, all while the imbecile was kicking and screaming.Not on my watch!I shifted my position so his legs were secured underneath me and tore the boy’s pants away, chucking them by the door. Then, I removed my knife from the cut so I could cut away his blood-soaked underwear, leaving behind one pink and perky butt cheek, and another that looked more like the inside of a meat grinder.

Perfection!

Removing the rest of his clothes proved to be even more difficult with his constant squirming that I had to make even more cuts just to get him to lay still. More mangled butt cheek, this time the left one, some sawed-off flesh from his right leg, and a few missing fingers and toes. With each plunge of my knife, the pained screams he elicited were quickly swallowed up by the thumping music. I relished in his pain, my heart radiating with glee.

Because this was what I was made—no,born—to do.

Soon, however, the boy lay naked and broken before me, and I flipped him over so I could begin work on his front. At that point, he was so utterly defeated, I wanted to laugh. “You’re notJason or Henry, are you?” he croaked as his eyes glossed over with unshed tears. The scent of copper and alcohol wafting from him coiled around me like a serpent, and I breathed all of it in, savoring the aroma. “Who are you? What do you want?”

I shook my head. Brought my hands to my head to slowly remove my mask and hood. As my golden curls tumbled free and my bright blue eyes met his terrified gaze, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“W-who?—”

I cackled. Let the boy stew in confusion. He didn’t deserve answers anyway. “You know, a part of me wonders what your dick would taste like chopped up into tiny pieces and boiled to a delicious crisp.” I brought the knife dangerously close to his cock. “It’s a shame I’m never going to find out.”

The boy’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nervously gulped. “Please. I know why you’re here. I wasn’t going to do anything. I swear!”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s the problem with you men. I just don’t believe you anymore.” I paused, the knife hovering over a very prominent vein. “Your body, my choice.” And then, I brought the weapon down, slicing through the boy’s junk as if it were nothing more than butter. His pained screams returned, practically accosting my ears, as blood gushed from where his manhood hung from a few thin tendrils, spraying my cheeks, my forehead, and even my chin. And yet, I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, until it was gone, until the offending body part was completely severed, until I stuffed it in his mouth and carved the rest of his body up like a Christmas turkey. I had heard there were so many blood vessels in a man’s dick that it was possible to die from blood loss if someone were to chop it off, and now was finally the time I would get to confirm that rumor.

And to a would-be rapist, no less.

And once it was done, once his dick lay limp and stone-cold in a pool of his own blood, I chopped off both his balls for good measure. By now, there was so much blood gushing from where his manhood once was that I was wondering how he was still alive.Though not for long.

I smirked, grabbing both testicles and dick in my hand before crawling up his broken body. His blood felt warm and sticky underneath my palms, and a thrill shot through me. There was so much blood, the boy’s skin turning a sickly pallor from the loss. “Open wide,” I taunted, the blade of my knife now kissing his throat while his severed man parts brushed past his lips. The boy’s eyes, glazed with pain, struggled to stay open as he coughed and choked on his own dick, saliva foaming at his mouth as he fought to breathe. And yet, no matter how hard he tried, the oxygen wouldn’t come. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood from his severed genitalia, and his chest heaved with the strain.

Death by choking on his own dick and balls. Though that would have been a rather hilarious ending, it would have also been way too slow. The bleeding out between his legs wasalsotoo slow for my liking, and I huffed in annoyance, pressing the knife a little bit harder into his neck. Just one deep slash across the throat, and he would be done. Playtime would be over, and I could get the girl to safety.

I applied even more pressure. And then, I rapidly swiped the blade across his neck in an arc, more blood gushing out, spraying me in the face. It was then that the boy’s chest stilled, and I finally dared to crawl off him, leaving his manhood in his mouth for the police to find.

But it wasn’t enough.