This choice: Comander Lindsey comes barefeet , showing you the execution of your best friend. • Go Back...Chapter #5Comander Lindsey comes barefeet , showing you t... by: NVR   You were probably busier wondering how to kill yourself than planning on escaping. Your successful rebellions against the dominant gender were only possible thanks to a full fledged guerrilla tactic where the element of surprise could sway the balance of a battle or skirmish on your favor, and the fact that you were able to create a little tribe of warriors ready to protect the interests of the males in the world was a good enough legacy in your opinion, but you knew it was game over. You knew you would need a string of miracles in order to be able to just get a chance to escape, and with the promised torture in place you knew you would be suffering a lot under the things you hated the most: Serving women and feet.
"Bring him!" You heard the voice of Commander Lindsey interrupting your thoughts and the tall guards opened your cell and motioned for you to walk. You didn't oppose, there was no point. Even if you knew what was going to happen.
You were led to an interrogation room where Lindsay was sitting in front of Matt, your right hand and best friend. He was someone with fierce loyalty and a very interesting imagination to develop sabotage strategies, but just like you knew it was the end of the line, his eyes told you he was just delaying the inevitable.
"You won't talk then?" Lindsay stated calmly, as if not really interested in making him talk
"..." Matt looked straight at her with a resigned smile
"Alright then, it doesn't really matter anyway. Prepare for your execution" Lindsay stated and took out a small device from her pocket, the shrink ray that only worked with men.
A flash of light appeared and now Lindsay seemed to be alone in the room. She stood up and slowly retired the table and chairs to make the spectacle easier to see. You closed your eyes but one of the guards quickly slapped you and grabbing you from the neck, forced you to pay attention.
"Come and beg for your life, useless male" Lindsay said with a venom that somehow surprised you, after years of hearing similar slurs.
Matt paid no heed and not knowing what else to do was running away from the giant commander, in a futile attempt to at least take a bit of her time with him.
"How boring" Lindsay muttered and took off her boots, launching them carelessly towards the direction Matt was running and causing him to stumble as he felt a giant current of wind followed by 2 black mountains falling from the sky close to him. Matt attempted to keep running, but he was noticeably slower, as if the presence of the giant boots alone drained his stamina.
Lindsay hummed a tune and advanced 3 simple steps to cover the entire distance Matt had made, and with a simple slight kick sent the poor tiny flying and crashing against the wall.
For the way he fell and how he barely moved, it was clear he broke quite a few bones with the kick, and Lindsay wasted no time taking another couple of steps to put her bare feet in front of him. Jared had to look in horror at how the Commander grabbed his dear friend between her toes and with minimal effort kept torturing him until finally, she discarded him on the floor and just crushed him with force, smushing the area with his foot as if Matt was a cigarrette.
"We will make sure this doesn't happen to you so you can keep suffering, and suffering, and suffering..." Lindsay announced with malice as she carelessly removed the mangled remains of a great comrade as the trash she considered him to be, and putting back her boots left the room. You felt like crying and for the first time wondered if all the crimes you committed for the sake of your gender were worth it if things were going to end like this.
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