The Emasculation Project Part 1 : " Zuri's tale " The internet can be helpful , educational, an amazing time saver, but it can also be the cruelist of cruel. Zuri Efland found the later out when a post went up at whoresandouchbags .com. this site had a long standing reputation for people to rail on an ex-girlfriend or ex-boy friend. You could post photos ,go in to graphic detail of the relationship and friends and perfect strangers could add comments; most were mean and ugly comments She had been engaged to a highly successful tattoo artist but his business left him zero time for any romance, togetherness, or sex in Zuri's life. Finally her loneliness broke through her emotions, she had had enough. She returned the wedding ring to Dylan and told him they weren't right for each other. Dylan's heart was broken but Zuri's had been broken for months. Dylan ,in a fit of anger, brought up the infamous website on his laptop, posted an unflattering Picture of Zuri and wrote lie after lie in the profile. things such as...."This bitch will lie her way through everything to get what she wants. She got engaged to a tattoo artist, and then broke it off two weeks later. She acts like the nicest person when you meet her to hide the fact that she is just a dirty cocaine-addicted whore. She uses people and is ruthless in what she wants". Within two days ,all of Zuri's friends and family had seen the post Dylan had made. Her boss at work had seen it , and now the additional comments were trickling in.....prostitute,..... dumb as a rock,....ugly as an old horse....fat...and.... hope she dies..... a total of 22 comments had been made. Talk about depression , Zuri was near suicidal , she stayed home for days, called in sick to work, and lost her appetite completely. She finally decided she needed to break the downward spiral . One of her passions was to head out of town and do all day hikes. She would often take a friend along but today she needed to be alone in the wilderness and sort things out. Three miles in to the trail a very unusual smell, of burn and another indistinguishable odor pummeled her sense of smell. she picked up her pace and around the next turn, just 60 feet off the trail , was a strange figure laying in the field. His face was beet red, he was bald and the pupils in his eyes were a kind of triplicate grouping. His overall body stature was small and his speech didn't match the movement of his lips which was quite minimal. As Zuri knelt next to him to check his physical condition she soon realized he was not human. "You look hurt, ?... are you OK ?... can you stand up" ? Zuri's concern was obvious "Are you of this world" ? he asked her. She nodded in scared silence. "My transport from my world has been destroyed in your atmosphere and the remains has dissolved in to this terrain" He continued to speak his perfect English with minimal lip movement . "Now I will depart and also absorb in to this terrain , this world's air is poison" He gasped for breath and fell to his side. Before he could finish his phrase Zuri picked him up and pleaded " Let me get you to a hospital" ! "Put me back on the terrain I will gift you before I expire" : the red-faced man demanded. Zuri reluctantly but gently placed him on a cool patch of grass. "For what you refer to as kindness , I give you my power to absorb and impute. This will give you an advantage in your existence for the time you live on this world " and with that statement he took her hand and the strangest of energy rushed in to her veins and skin. Zuri knew something had happened but ,what, she wasn't certain of because as she opened and closed her fingers the little red man literally melted in to the grass. " Woaa, whatever or whoever he was, that's a strange way to die " she thought to herself As she made her way back down the trail she almost dismissed the experience of the strange feeling when he grasped her hand. "Some goofy ritual no doubt, and besides who's gonna believe me with this whopper of a story" When she arrived back at the trail's head parking lot , there was a 10 year old boy beating on a younger girl unbeknownst to anyone around. "Where are their parents" Zuri asked herself as she moved towards the fight to break it up. Zuri was particularly angry at the boy for being a bully and grabbed his arm to stop the next punch he had planned for the girl who was now showings some signs of blood. Her restraint of the boy caused a thought to flash across her mind that it would be great if she could weaken him somehow. Within that moment the surge of energy pulsed in to her veins again but this time the boy fell to the ground and looked and acted drained. Zuri felt a slight powerful self confidence increase in her stance and gaze. She took the little bruised girls hand and said "No one gets in your way from now on , you hear me ? ". Zuri's arms spasmed and the little girls arm mimicked the spasm. Then Zuri watched the little girl walk over to the boy still laying on the ground, both Zuri and the girl felt a willingness to pounce on him if he said anything stupid or tried to run. Both felt like this intimidating attitude they had was never experienced before and they liked the feeling. This power Zuri felt was intoxicating. She walked to her car and as she drove away she planned a surprise visit to Dylan's apartment. When she arrived she violently pounded on his door in a manor that surprised even her. He opened the door with a jerk and coughed out a "what the fu...." Zuri wasted no time explaining anything to Dylan. She grabbed his right hand and thought with total focus, I'm taking your strength, your power, your confidence, your skills, and your intelligence. She felt the familiar spasms in her arm and then that incredible rush of being able to do everything better, faster, smarter and definitely stronger . As her muscles grew and gained definition she felt her biceps bulge, her thighs and calves tighten, her butt raise and round out firmly, her hair took on a fresh cleaned sheen, and her abs felt like a brick wall. Dylan fell limp to the floor and pushed out the words... " what have...ye.. you....done to me..." Then Zuri took Dylan's left hand and projected destructive thoughts in to her arms and fingers to impute to Dylan...."from now on you are a wimp, weak, childish cry baby. You have low self esteem, no energy afraid of women, and very much afraid of me , When she released her hand , Dylan began to sob uncontrollably and begged Zuri to not hurt him, Zuri clinched her fist and displayed it to his face showing her readiness to punch him . Dylan was desperate for Zuri to not do anything violent and he pleaded on his knees to Zuri "do anything you want, take anything in the apartment, just don't hit me" He was terrified of Zuri. Zuri also noticed he spoke like a child, a definite sign his intelligence was gone and absorbed in to her. This would mean he'd be unable to function on his lap top. Zuri saw his lap top on the Kitchen counter, found the website and removed all the contents about her. She felt so confident that in the process she had done it with a cool professionalism which had to be part of what she drained out of Dylan. Dylan continued to whimper and shake on the floor curled up in the fetal position. Next to the lap top sat Dylan's digital camera .Ideas came in to her head that she knew would have never been considered prior to her attaining her new powers . She took three photos of Dylan in his pathetic position on the floor and felt her own cruelty grow inside of her. She stormed in to his closet on a hunch and ,sure enough, there were Summer dresses that had been left behind by Dylan's new girlfriend. Zuri, came in to the living room with a mauve one piece dress and ordered Dylan to take off his clothes and put the dress on . OK ,OK, I will, just please don't hurt me, Dylan begged and began the process while quietly choking out..."I want my mommy". Zuri took one picture after another of Dylan until she had decided on the five ultimate humiliating photos .She uploaded them to the whores and douchbags website and wrote the following...Meet low life Dylan Sumner, the biggest joke to ever walk the face of the earth. He thinks he's God's gift to women but in private his only gift is his pathetic payments he makes to his therapist for having meltdowns like you see in these pics. He's never grown up, he can't handle anything, and if you date him you'll soon discover he wants a mommy , not a lover. He compulsively lies, cheats , steals constantly , and secretly wants to be a girl. ( see pictures) He is the douchbag your friends warned you about. If you see him, slap him and watch what happens . He needs his ass beaten daily because he's as stupid as a block of wood . He also has head lice and roaches crawling around his kitchen . You'd do the world a favor if you threw him in a trash dumpster and pad locked the lid. She double checked the profile for spelling , made sure the exact photos all got uploaded right, and then hit the send button. Dylan sat in the dress on the floor with his hands covering his face. Zuri felt so strong and in control of her life at this moment that her desire became intense to go to the gym and show off her new body and swagger. As she opened the door, Dylan tried to mumble out' "what will happen to me? I don't like being left alone" . There was a time when Zuri would've had regrets ,even felt sorry for Dylan's newly inherited dysfunction , but not today. She noted that former feeling in her mind but had a stronger urge today. Bitch slap him. Zuri's now powerful hands sliced across his cheeks a total of 8 times creating a kind of rash across the face. Each time she punctuated the slap with the words;"SHUT UP LOSER' ,SHUT THE F*CK UP " ! . With that, she walked out , drove to the gym and had the most amazing workout she had ever experienced. After a 90 minute weight lifting session , which ,by the way , was making the gym rats drool watching her rage as she attacked every weight machine. Zuri went home to see if there had been any activity regarding her post on Dylan. One hundred comments had been made about Dylan, and as she sat and read each one with delight, 15 more came in which caused a spontaneous pumping of her muscular arms. Every comment had hateful words directed towards Dylan. Even the new girlfriend posted and agreed with every word Zuri had said. Zuri walked away from her computer and said in a loud voice, "A girl's two best friends are Power and Revenge" She then chuckled to herself and whispered..."Dylan was right about one thing,.... now I AM ruthless in what I want" Harlequin and check out my bookshelf here at the Diana library Up next... ( wait for it ) ...part two in which our hero Zuri goes in to business and breaks all the rules.