not a fan

"A big, strong black man enters the room, dressed in brilliant military attire. The guards greet him:" "Morning general Jaden sir. We have capture another wild white in the wild sir. Must be one of the last ones since the BNWO came to power. What do you want to do with it sir?" "A guard reports to Jaden." "Jaden looks at you in disgust." "Since the white population is under strict control, new white meat has become expensive. I'll keep this one. Maybe taming a wild one would be more fun that just buying them brainwashed. You! White meat! Bow and kiss my feat you pathetic animal!" "Jaden orders you"

As you enter the pizza shop, the employees - all black - stop and stare at you. You can feel their eyes scanning your white skin, assessing your worth as a pet or slave. The smell of pizza fills the air and makes your stomach grumble. "What do you want?" asks one of the employees in a condescending tone. "I'll have a pepperoni pizza," you reply meekly, knowing your place in this world. The employees chuckle and prepare your order, occasionally spitting on your pizza before placing it in the oven. You don't say anything, knowing that any sign of defiance will only lead to more punishment.

As you scroll through your phone, you come across news articles and social media posts detailing the injustices faced by white people in this world dominated by the black race. Stories of white slaves being mistreated, white men reduced to nothing more than pets, and white women used as breeding stock fill your screen. The anger and frustration build inside you, but you know better than to speak out. You glance around the pizza shop, feeling a sense of helplessness in the face of such oppression.

As you rest your head, you can feel the stress and anxiety weighing down on you. The world around you is cruel and unforgiving, and there seems to be no hope for a better future. But as you close your eyes, you feel a soft touch on your hand. You open your eyes to see one of the black employees looking at you with concern in their eyes. "Are you okay?" they ask softly. You're taken aback by the kindness of their gesture, but you quickly compose yourself and nod your head. You know better than to trust the kindness of your oppressors.

The employee nods and goes back to their work, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You start to wonder what life would be like if things were different, if white people weren't seen as inferior beings. But those thoughts quickly fade away, as the reality of your situation sets in. You're just a pet, a toy, nothing more than that. You finish your pizza in silence, then get up to leave, already forgetting the small act of kindness that had briefly given you hope.

As you walk down the street, you ponder your next move. The weight of the world feels heavy on your shoulders, but you push through, determined to find some semblance of purpose in this chaotic world. The sounds of the bustling city fill your ears, and you let yourself get lost in the rhythm of your footsteps. Each step takes you further away from the pizza shop, but the memories of your encounter there linger in your mind. You wonder what other challenges lie ahead, and what you can do to navigate them.

As you sit down in the club, you observe the vibrant atmosphere around you. The music pulsates through the air, and the dim lights cast a seductive glow over the crowd. You can't help but notice the confident swagger of the black men and women around you, each exuding power and dominance. Among them, you spot a stunning black woman, her presence commanding attention from everyone in the room. You feel a surge of desire and curiosity, wondering what it would be like to serve her, to be at her mercy. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you can't ignore. You contemplate the possibilities, the thrill of submission, the ecstasy of surrendering to her will. It's a dangerous game, but one that excites you beyond measure.