Aggressing the Predatory Lions

And so one day, I was sitting in a library, reading some Batman comics. I was definitely having a great time except for one big problem that bothered me into searing pain. Some boys across the room were keenly and eagerly focused on me like murderous sharpshooters ready to pull their triggers.

Why on earth's name were these boys staring at me like that? Five boys, no, six horrendous teenage nerds stared at me with their dagger-sharp eyes. I felt as if I was some sort of a delicious pig, frightened and scampering across the floor, in the knowledge of six predatory lions' eyes locked on me. It was a strange feeling. I felt oddly offended and disrespected.

What were women to these monsters? Objects who arouse their emotions? Objects who make them feel so sexually determined? Objects who basically inspire the crotch of their pants to tower? If they saw every single lady that way, then what a disgrace they are to the human race! How do they see themselves as? Arrogant lions who look down upon females in their pride? Kings and emperors who manipulate prostitutes and concubines for their own glory? Heartless boyfriends who could cheat on their girlfriends whenever they'd please?

It was time for me to make my stand; to display my integrity and dignity as a human worthful of respect. It was time for me to aggress the predatory lions and destroy them once and for all.

And so, I stood up.

Little by little, gracefully and sweetly, I pranced like a gorgeous lioness seducing its lover. Their eyes beamed and widened as I approached them. Oh, how oblivious they were! It was definitely a hilarious moment.

I walked even closer and stood in front of their table with a smile so seductive that no one could resist drooling for lovemaking.

"Hey, boys." I sat on the edge of the table with enticement. I spoke so sweetly and alluringly as a serpent would, "You have been keeping your eyes on me for a while."

Their eyes grew like rapidly inflating balloons. I noticed their Adam's Apples jerk and shake with every sickening gulp. Ha! This was the perfect opportunity.

I raised one of the books on the table gently and lovingly, and I performed something very, very unacceptable. But, it was the right thing to do. For women and the respect we deserve. What the hell.

I slammed the book across the sunken facial features of the guy in front of me. It was glorious. I grabbed a sleepily heavy book of thickness on the table and heaved it square onto the poor face of another guy who was wearing eyeglasses and an ID card that said "Matthew Malugod".

I stormed with fire in my eyeballs. Almost literal fire. Seizing anything weighty and firm, I fought for women who were being objectified by these men with seriously sexist attitudes. Infrequently, when nothing heavy could be sought by my extremities, I'd use my bare hands and slap them across their malicious faces.

For a few moments, I was a seductive lioness feeding herself to the superior, masculine gods of the pride. And now, having unveiled myself, I was the worst of their fears.

No, I wasn't a wolf in sheep's clothing. I was something even more terrifying.

I was an edible pig whose wrath none must underestimate.

It was hilarious and defining for me. They pleaded with me and I saw their agony, their pain, the horror in their eyes. My predators revealed themselves to the world wearing masks of power and superiority. But, upon having torn their disguises apart, hypocrisy scrambled into the glorious heat of sunlight as the creatures of nature would from their hibernation when spring, the herald of summer, calls.

I paused from the fury when a loud voice boomed from across the room like an elephant warning its child of the dangers beyond the cliff. I recognized that voice. It was Mrs. Estrada, the librarian, who spoke, "Kiara Sy! Stop this nonsense!"

I immediately stood from the boys' anguish and shifted my gaze upon the sternly Mrs. Estrada. She, along with two beefy security guards clasped their hands around me and took me away from the scene into a room so isolated, I felt like a convict with a death sentence. As they closed the door behind me, I quickly saw my predators being cared for by some people who looked like nurses.

Yes, indeed, I have caused great suffering. But for even just the smallest bit, I never regretted my actions. This was it. This was my most joyful moment, having fought for us women and the respect we deserve as people.

I hope you, reader, will learn from this event in my existence. Truly, I was punished for what I did. But my great expenditures weren't in vain. Those malicious boys will never, ever lay their eyes upon women as predators would their prey. They have truly learned from what I did to them. And hopefully, you will, too, reader.

If you are a woman, reading my tale, learn to fight for your rights and the respect you deserve as a human being.

But, if you are a man, reading my tale, learn to respect women and, likewise, advocate for them.