End Of Man (COMPELTIONG ESTIMATION 6/9/2019

CHAPTER 19 - THE TRUE TEST 1408

I had to answer the questions truthfully. 

It was a simple; yes or no; response. 

"Do you like anal?" The lady in the Picasso mask asked as she was sipping away at her prosecco. She stayed standing just so I could see her bite sized frame in that stunning Gucci dress of hers. Her back naked with dainty straps holding everything in place.   

The nerve racking thing is not the fact that I am plugged into this machine, oh no. Nor is it the women in the masks. It is not even this conspiracy to eliminate men. It is the fact that everyone knew my face and everyone knew my name. This, is a terrible combination. Soon, these evil ladies would no all of my secrets. Even the dirty ones. I feared one day this information would be used against me 

If I lied. I failed. My sponsers made that very clear. 

Do I even want to be participate? Can I leave? Do I want to be part of this cabal? What if I talk about events that transpired here.

I was about to be bombarded by promiscuous questions. 

Why ask so many myself? Hmm?

Three quarters of the worlds population. . . dead. I can not stand idly by and allow this to happen now, can I? 

The stuck up woman who asked me if I liked anal spoke up once again. "Do you need any more time?" She sardonically said.

Light laughter permeated throughout the great hall.   

I gulped, nervously. My trebling hand reached for the glass of water. As I lifted it toward me I almost spilled the contents onto the polygraph machine. Did I mean to do that? My minds thinking. I regained composure, my hand is not a jittery. I took a sip of the ice cold water and breathed. 

That's it, Ella, I told myself. Relax. 

I am ready to answer the question for this arrogant swine.  

In a brittle tone, I answered, "n-no," regarding whether or not I liked anal. The polygraph machine was well inspected by the examiner, I knew to be a bigish swarthy woman for I could see her face paritally. She wore a surgical mask that covered her mouth and nostrills bid did nothing to hide the bridge of her nose nor her choclate coloured eyes which were keenly observing the machine at work. Her long faux hawk must have taking her hair stylest the majority of the day to construct.

"May I have the next question?" The Baroness asked in her over the top posh voice. She looked around at a wave of hands that were raied. 

Hopefully the sexual question dont become persistnet. 

I am hoping Hinata was wrong with her calculated assumption. 

"Yes, you dear, at the front with the diamons earrings, they are lovely by the way," The Baroness complemented the lady. I would have called her Buggs Bunny, she had big ears and buck teeth. Her diamonds are the last thing I would have been drawn to. 

Again the microphone was passed to whoever wanted to put there question to me. "Have you had intercourse this week?" 

All the ladies were trying to out do one another in the sophisticated department. As mentioned there attire spoke of class. Mari doubted any one woman was wearing an ensemble under two and a half, that grand not hundred. The dresses were all so beautiful none more than the one she was in. Although, she would have liked to have seen herself in white on a trip down the aisle not here at this dubious gathering. 

The examiners duty was to relay the message to me. As clear as a bell the swarthy lady relayed Buggs Bunny's question to me. "Have you had intercourse this week?" Then her next duty was to look at her laptop screen as she awaited my answer.