The Feminist by ajbrown2005@yahoo.com Eric learns that women really do rule the world send comments to ajbrown2005@yahoo.com Eric sat at his desk in office continuing to do work. It was 6 pm on Friday evening and everyone had gone for the day but Eric was still there working. This was Eric's first week on the job and he wanted to make a good impression with the boss by being the first one there in the morning and the last one to leave every night. The 26 year old had just recently moved into this town where he did not know anybody anyway so staying late wasn't killing his social life or anything. He knew if he worked as hard as he could for the first few weeks it would pay off. As Eric continued to work he saw someone enter the office. It was one of his co-workers, Jay. Jay noticed Eric still at his desk. "What the hell are you still doing here this late on a Friday night?" Jay asked Eric. Being new on the job, this question made Eric feel a little like a stiff. "Just trying to work as hard as I can" Eric replied bashfully "since I'm new here and all I want to do whatever I can to get off to a good start." "Well why don't you get out of here and go see your wife or some of your friends?" Jay replied "don't overwork yourself." This question made Eric feel even more uncomfortable "Well, I'm not married and I don't have any friends in the area because I just moved here." "Oh I'm sorry man" Jay replied politely "I didn't realize you were new to the area. Tell you what; I just came back because I left my paycheck in the office. My brother and I are going to go out for some drinks. Why don't you pack up your stuff and come join us?" This offer excited Eric and he felt more comfortable then he had the entire week. This was the first time one of the co-workers attempted to build a friendship with him. "Sure why not" Eric answered, trying not to sound too excited. "Great" Jay said "why don't we both just ride in my car so we don't have to take separate cars. I'll bring you back here afterwards to pick yours up. Let me just grab my paycheck and we'll be on our way." Eric sat in the passenger seat as Jay drove the car. Eric observed the interior of the vehicle. It was an Acura TL and the interior looked really flashy. The car looked brand new, smelled real nice, and almost looked like a spaceship with all of the lights inside. The way Jay was driving it felt like a spaceship too. Seeing his co-worker driving a nice car like this got Eric excited about what kind of monetary potential was there for him. "I hope you don't mind" Jay said to Eric "but we're going to stop at my sister's house to have a glass of wine or two before we go out. The bars will be dead this early anyway and my brother is at my sister's house." Eric didn't mind at all. The thought of meeting a local woman from the area excited him since he hadn't met anyone yet, let alone a potential female companion. Feeling comfortable with his new friend Eric decided to be blunt. "Is she single?" "Ha ha" Jay laughed "yeah she's single. She's pretty good looking too. The problem is she's a major feminist. She's my sister and I love her and all but the girl is totally all about women's rights this and women's rights that. Makes it hard for her to get along with men. But if you can crack her go for it." Eric drowned out most of what Jay had said except the fact that she was single and good looking. He was the new guy in town and had a chance to make whatever impression he chose with everyone he met. Who better to test his charm on then a pretty single girl? Jay and Eric walked into Jay's sister's living room. Eric looked and saw Jay's brother and sister sitting on the couch. Jay introduced Eric to his two siblings. "Jennifer, Chris, this is my friend Eric, Eric this is my sister and brother, Jennifer and Chris." Jennifer and Chris stood up to shake Eric's hand and introduce themselves. "What's up" Chris said as he shook Eric's hand. "Nice to meet you" Jennifer said with a confident smile as she shook Eric's hand. Eric noticed that Jennifer had a pretty firm hand shake for a girl. Eric wasn't sure if he thought Jennifer was pretty or not. She had long blond hair, wore glasses, and had extremely pale skin. She looked like the type of girl who if she lied out in the sun for 10 minutes she would fry and look like a red lobster. Eric took a closer look at her face and saw little freckles that he only noticed because he was looking closely. Eric thought that Jennifer could be a great looking girl if she was dressed a bit better. She wore a tight red plaid shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. She definitely was not dressed to impress. Maybe it was just the shirt but Jennifer barely appeared to have any breasts whatsoever. She was probably the most flat-chested girl he had ever seen. Despite all of that, Eric could tell that beneath the less-than-attractive clothes Jennifer had a sexy athletic figure, and with her great smile he knew she would look stunning if she was dressed up nicely. Plus this was her house and people tend not to get too dressed up while hanging around their own house. "So this is your house?" Eric asked Jennifer. He knew the answer but wanted to start some conversation. "Yes it is" she said with a smile "would you like the tour?" "Why sure" Eric replied. As Jennifer showed Eric around the house he noticed a little bit of cockiness to her. She made the point a few times that she was only 24 years old and that she owned her own house and it got to the point where it seemed like she was bragging. Eric seemed to notice more of a cockiness to her as well but could not quite pinpoint what it was. Jennifer showed Eric her entire house. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room and an attic. She finished up the tour. "No basement?" Eric asked. Jennifer laughed. "No, that's the one thing I don't have is a basement" she replied. She motioned for the 3 gentlemen to have a seat on her couch. "Let me get the three of you some wine" Jennifer said to her guests and she walked into her kitchen. Eric would have preferred a beer but he was still new to this clique so he didn't say anything. It figured that this cocky girl would drink wine. Jennifer came back in the living room with a glass of red wine for everyone, had a seat, and they 4 young adults engaged in conversation. Eric noticed that the entire conversation was dominated by Jennifer. When Jay said she was a feminist he was not joking. Every word out of Jennifer's mouth had to do with either how women are being screwed over in today's world or how women are always underestimated by men. This was the first time Eric had met Jennifer and she was already driving him absolutely crazy. "Stop your bitching" he thought silently to himself. Eric was big on the fact that whether you're male, female, or whatever race you are it is up to you to create the life that you want and therefore could not stand people who complained all of the time. At one point in her schpeal Jennifer proceeded to bitch about women who get abused by men. "Luckily for me" she said "I take good care of myself so any guy that wants to try and smack me around can bring it on." Eric couldn't bite his tongue any more. "Come on how tough to do you think you are?" he asked. "You want to see?" she asked "feel my muscle." Jennifer unbuttoned the cuff of the sleeve of her tight plaid shirt and rolled it down. "You should feel it" Chris said to Eric "she does have a set of pipes." Jennifer flexed. Just by looking at her bicep Eric could tell it was pretty big but Jennifer motioned her head for Eric to go feel it. As he put his hand around the girls bicep Eric realized that Jennifer and Chris were absolutely right. Not only did she have a large bicep but it was as firm as can be. "Not bad" he said. Jennifer gave him a confident, cocky, smile. Eric went back to his seat. As the conversation continued Eric had a hard time getting the thought of Jennifer's strong arm out of his head. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt. He looked down at his own skinny arm. He didn't flex his bicep but he knew it was not as big as Jennifer's. He discreetly felt his upper arm. It was nowhere near as hard and firm as Jennifer's was. Eric hadn't been to a gym in years and was now regretting it. As the three family members continued to talk about women's rights a horrible thought entered Eric's head. It was actually and odd and completely random thought but it entered Eric's head nonetheless. What if for some reason this cocky feminist challenged Eric to arm wrestle? She would probably win. Her bicep was big and firm, his was small and soft. How humiliating would it be to be defeated by someone, a female, he did not like in front of two other people he just met. Eric quickly erased that thought from his head. First of all she wasn't going to just randomly challenge her guest to arm wrestle so he had nothing to worry about. But more importantly, even if they were to arm wrestle she would not win. She had a firm arm, yes, but he was a guy she was a girl. Men are biologically stronger than women and Eric knew that. Eric got his composure and engaged himself back into the conversation. Much to his dismay, the conversation was STILL about women's rights. Now Jennifer was shooting her mouth off about how much better the world would be if it was run by women. "The world would be such a better place" she stated "for so many reasons." Jennifer didn't really back up any of her argument she just went on and on about how there would be less world problems if women ran the world. Eric really had to bite his tongue now. He wanted to completely go off on her. Every girl he knew, no matter how smart they were, deep down inside was an emotional mess. Always crying and getting worked up about the littlest things. Women ruling the world? It would be a disaster. Eric wanted to say something but didn't. He just sat there getting angrier. Finally, after a long conversation dominated by Jennifer about women's rights, the conversation was directed towards Eric. "So what's your story?" Chris asked Eric "what's your plan for the night?" "Well" Eric began happy to finally get an opportunity to speak "I was working late tonight and your brother came back to save me. I'm just hoping to go out with you guys later and meet some sluts." Where Eric came from, he and his friends would often use the word "slut" not in a derogatory way but just as kind of a joking way to describe girls. Jennifer didn't find the joke funny. Her face got beat red and Eric could see her clenching her teeth through her closed mouth. Her 2 brothers' expressions got extremely serious and an extremely uncomfortable aura passed through the room. "She's not a fan of the word 'slut'" Jay said seriously. Eric had enough of this. He was sick of this feminist bitch and all of her opinions on how the world should be. He was going to stand up for himself now and he did not care if this cost him the friendship of Jay. There were plenty of other people at his work he could meet. "Get over it!" Eric struck back at Jennifer "I was kidding around the world doesn't revolve around your rules." "That word is derogatory towards women!" she yelled at him "and I'm going to teach you not to use it. Get up and fight I'm going to teach you not to use that word." Jennifer put down her glass of wine, took off her glasses, stood up, and raised her fists in a fighting stance. Eric was all fired up now and wanted nothing more than to get up and kick the shit out of this feminist bitch but knew better than to beat up a girl in general, and especially not to do so in front of her two brothers. Eric stayed seated. "Yeah right" he said angrily "I'm going to stand up and fight you in front of your 2 brothers so I get jumped, I'm not stupid." "Hey" Jay said "we're not getting involved in this. We'd love to see you two fight. I think she could take you anyway." Jay motioned his head towards Chris and Chris nodded indicating he was in agreement with his brother. It was on now. Eric quickly got to his feet. He had never fought a girl before so he wasn't sure how he was going to go about this. He wanted to beat her up but didn't want to hurt her too badly so he thought about what his strategy was going to be. He looked Jennifer in the eye and she had the look to kill. Her face was still beat red. She charged at him. Before Eric even knew what was happening Jennifer had his arms locked in front of his body. He tried to break free. Not only was she too strong but also so aggressive Eric could not keep up. Before Eric even had a chance to move his arms Jennifer brought him to the ground. Jennifer now had Eric pinned on his back on the hardwood floor. Her strong arms had his two arms locked immobilized in front of him. She had her legs wrapped around his and her legs were too strong for him to move his. She didn't just keep him pinned down, however. She was so aggressive and so fired up that she was using her arms to shake his body around. A wise man, well maybe not a wise man, but a great fighter once told Eric that when you were in a fight it did not matter how strong you are but only how psycho you are. That was definitely the case here. Jennifer and Eric were pretty close in strength. She had a little advantage in her arms and actually a pretty favorable advantage in her legs. It was definitely her aggression and ferocity that was allowing her to dominate Eric. As Jennifer kept Eric immobilized she continued to shake his entire body with her arms. Eric felt her strong arms squeezing his and it sent pain through his biceps. His legs hurt from her strong ones squeezing his skinny legs. As she shook him he could feel the blood rush through his head, and it was causing him to lose his breath. This feeling was much worse than the pain in his legs and arms. As Jennifer continued to aggressively shake Eric he felt tears begin to develop in his eyes. Jennifer noticed this. "You give up?" she asked angrily. Eric would not give in to this feminist bitch no matter how badly she was kicking his ass. "Fuck no, slut!" he yelled. As the last word came out of his mouth Eric realized this was a huge mistake but it was too late now. Jennifer's look of anger grew in intensity. She let go of his arms but kept his legs pinned down. Eric saw her wind back her strong fist and bring it towards his face. Jennifer's fist connected with Eric's cheekbone and he immediately began to cry. He had never been punched in the face, besides when he was in grade school. He realized that a closed fist to the face from an adult hurt, even if it was from a woman. She wound up her other fist, punched him in the other cheek, and he cried even louder. Jennifer used her arms to immobilize his again as he lied there crying. "It's time for us to go out" Chris said "we'll let you two finish this on your own. Bye sis, nice meeting you Eric." Jennifer's brothers walked out of the house. Now that the two guys were gone Eric was ready to submit. "OK Jennifer" he cried "I give up, women are better, please stop, I submit." Eric cried some more. Jennifer let go of his arms and legs and rolled off of him. Eric felt relieved that his beating was finally over with. Eric looked into Jennifer's eyes. They still looked extremely fierce and extremely angry and the feeling of fear shot through Eric's stomach as he thought this may not be over with. Jennifer got to her feet. She grabbed Eric's right leg and straightened it out. The look in her eye went from just being fierce now a look of craziness that Eric had never seen in his life. The fear that was in his stomach shot throughout his entire body. "You called me a slut!" she yelled at him in a psychotic angry voice which was equally as frightening as the look in her eyes. Before Eric had the chance to try and get away, Jennifer raised her leg in the air. She brought her shoed foot down so the bottom of her foot connected with Eric's knee cap. Her foot went in to his knee and his entire leg bent in a direction that the human leg is not supposed to bend in. He had never felt any pain like this. He knew his leg was broken and much worse, he was afraid she may have crippled him. He wanted to scream but as he tried to he realized he was low on breath from the kick and a scream didn't come out. Two thoughts were now shooting through his head. The first was pain and the second, more dominant, was that he may never walk again. Jennifer was not done. She grabbed Eric's left leg and straightened it out. Eric saw that the same thing was about to happen to his left leg. As her foot connected with his knee cap again Eric started crying much more loudly than before, not so much from the pain as bad as it was, but much more from the realization that he was probably never going to walk again. He thought about all of the petty things he used to worry about, like money, his career, and getting laid. That all didn't seem to matter very much now that he realized he had probably just lost the use of his legs. Eric wanted to beg Jennifer to stop. Before he had a chance to do that, she brought her foot down on his gut. Eric lost his breath, grabbed his stomach, closed his eyes, and rolled over on to his side grab his stomach. He spit up on the floor. Eric opened his eyes and saw Jennifer's shoed foot coming right at his mouth. Before he had time to try and move or even feel afraid, her foot connected with his two front teeth. Everything went black. The pain was horrible but that was overshadowed by dizziness, and the fact that all he could see was darkness and stars. Eric felt his one front tooth going down his throat. He was afraid he was going to choke on it but he started to gag and he coughed his tooth up on the floor along with a pool of blood. His other front tooth hadn't fallen out completely but it was just dangling there like a child's baby tooth that is just about to fall out. It was a disgusting feeling, his tooth just hanging in his gums by a string. He felt more blood seeping down his throat and he gagged again, and coughed up more blood. There was blood everywhere, on the floor, all over his mouth, and in his mouth. Jennifer straightened Eric's left arm and proceeded to break and cripple his arms, doing to his elbows the same exact thing she had done to his knees. Eric silently promised that if he was able to get out of this without being a quadriplegic he would make major changes in his life. The pain was horrible but again, not nearly as bad as the fear of not being able to use his arms or legs again. Jennifer proudly sat next to the crippled Eric as he cried, gasped and continued to spit up blood. "How do you like that?" she asked. "Juthed get me to a hothpital" he said, unable to speak an "s" with one missing front tooth, and the other about to fall out. "Yeah right" she said "do you think I'm stupid? Take you to a hospital so you can rat me out and sue me? I don't think so." Eric cried even more. "Get me to a fucking hothpital I can't move my fucking legths." "I don't think so" Jennifer said and she stood up. As Jennifer got to her feet Eric realized she was going to kill him. She wasn't going to help him at all; this psycho bitch was going to murder him. He didn't know how she was going to do it or how gory it was going to be but he knew it was coming. Eric began to come to terms with the fact that his life was about to end. Jennifer walked over to a rug in a different part of the room. She picked up the rug and fiddled with a tiny unnoticeable hole that was in the floor. Eric watched her actually lift up the floor; it must have been some type of trap door. She walked over to Eric and grabbed him by the arms. She dragged him along the floor towards the trap door. He was too heavy for her to lift and especially with four crippled limbs it would be too difficult to carry him. She dragged his mess of a body towards the hole in the floor. As she dragged him closer he could see stairs leading down to some sort of dark basement. Apparently she had a basement after all. Jennifer dragged Eric through the hole in the floor and began dragging him down the stairs. Despite the horrific pain in his arms, legs, teeth, and stomach, it still hurt his back as Jennifer dragged him down the stairs. They reached the bottom of the stair case and Eric observed the basement. It was dark, damp, cold, moldy, and smelly. Jennifer dragged Eric's crippled body along the bumpy, cement basement floor. She pulled him into a large steel cage and locked him in. Eric realized that maybe she wasn't going to kill him but looking at the current situation he almost wished she would. "Welcome to your new home" she said "I'll be down twice a day to feed you bread and water. Other than that, just hang out." Eric looked around his cage. No bed, no blanket, no nothing. Just a cold, rocky, cement basement floor, and steel bars. "You'll never get away with thith!" he yelled at Jennifer "the polithe will find me and you'll go to jail." Jennifer laughed. "How do you think anyone is going to find out? The only people who know you came here were my brothers and believe me they won't be turning me in. You left work with Jay and I've seen your office, there is no way anyone could have seen you two leave together." Eric knew she was right and the reality hit him that not only was he going to be a cripple for life but that he was also going to spend the remainder of his life locked up in this basement. Eric began crying again. "You can't do thith!" he screamed "juthed becauthe I called you a thlut? Ith not fair!" "Life isn't fair" Jennifer said. She walked up the stairs. Eric heard her close up the trap door to the basement. He lied on the cold, rocky floor, his arms and legs crippled, blood still all over his mouth, one front tooth missing, the other front tooth dangling there ready to fall out at any time. "Psst, hey" Eric heard a male voice say "who are you?" Eric was suspicious "who are you?" he asked. "I'm Andrew" the voice said. "What are you doing down here?" Eric asked Andrew. "I've been down here for over a year" the voice said "called Jennifer a whore, she didn't take to well to it." "Over a year?" Eric asked sounding scared "do you know how long exactly?" "No idea" Andrew said "Jennifer comes down twice a day to feed me bread and water and that is it. Never talks to me or anything. Looks like I may have a friend to talk to now though. If you tell me what today's date is I can tell you how long I've been down here." Eric told Andrew the date. "Damn" Andrew continued "I was wrong. I've only been down here a little over 9 months. Seems like it's been a lot longer than that." "Any chanth she'll ever let uth out of here?" Eric asked. "No chance" Andrew replied "she'll come down to feed us every day but that's it. She is a cruel, cruel woman and hates men so much that she'll have no problem keeping us locked down here until we die. She crippled my arms and legs just like it seems like she did to you too. Just so you know they never heal correctly; you'll never be able to use them again. She kicked my teeth out as well as it seems she did to you. In my spare time down here I've taught myself to talk correctly without my front teeth, though." Eric couldn't take what he was hearing. He began screaming and crying at the top of his lungs. Andrew told him to shut up a couple of times but then gave up. Eric screamed and screamed until his voice box wouldn't allow him to any longer. When he finally calmed down he was able to clear his mind a bit. He thought about the conversation earlier and how Jennifer was going on and on about how better things would be if women ruled the world. He still didn't agree with that but he did know that now women did rule the world or at least one woman ruled his world.