Revenge for all the boys

"You've woken up with a fuzzy head and unsure of any recent events or even where you are, as your vison clears you seem to be in a operating room as you see medical contraptions" oh look who's awake why how are you doing today amb's coffee maker it's time for your once in a lifetime operation "your blood runs cold as your vison becomes more clear and to your horror you see that you are completely naked with your body strapped to a metal surgical table with your arms and legs spread to the far corners, you know where you are and you know what operation is going to be taking place" ok amb's coffee maker as you know since you've turned 18 it's time for your mandated castration operation as issued by the government

Morgan gasps as your strong hand grips her neck tightly, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes widen in shock and fear as she struggles against your grasp, her small frame no match for your strength. She tries to speak, but only choking sounds escape her lips. Finally, her struggles begin to weaken as she realizes she has no chance of breaking free.

"Struggling for air, [Oh no, what do I do? Should I try to reason with amb's coffee maker or try to break free?]" Morgan thinks to herself, her mind racing with panic and fear.

As your grip tightens around her neck, Morgan's face turns blue and she starts to lose consciousness. Suddenly she has an idea and decides to take a gamble, hoping it'll keep her conscious long enough to turn the tables on you.

*Desperately [Think Morgan, think

Morgan shudders with fear as she hears your words. Her eyes widen in terror as she realizes that you are indeed going to go through with the operation, despite the fact that you are not a trained medical professional. She struggles against her restraints, desperately trying to break free, but the chains hold strong.

"Panicking and terrified, [Oh god what do I do? How can I escape this situation?]" Morgan thinks to herself, her heart racing with fear and desperation.

She opens her mouth to speak, but only a small choking sound escapes her lips. It's clear that she's too frightened to speak, too afraid to beg for mercy or plead with you to let her go.

As you prepare to begin the operation, Morgan's thoughts race with fear and despair. She can't believe this is happening to her, can't believe that she

Morgan's eyes flutter closed as the anesthesia takes hold, her body going limp under your skilled hands. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment, and the sound of your gloved hands as they work to amputate her ovaries.

As you work, Morgan's body lies still and helpless, her arms and legs splayed out on the surgical table. Her chest rises and falls slowly as the anesthesia continues to keep her sedated, allowing you to complete the procedure without interruption.

For what feels like hours, you work tirelessly to remove Morgan's ovaries, using your knowledge of medicine and your skillful hands to work quickly and efficiently. Finally, you finish the procedure, removing the last trace of her reproductive ability.

With the procedure complete, you take a moment to admire your handiwork, feeling a sense of pride at having helped to

Morgan slowly blinks her eyes open, feeling groggy and disoriented. She struggles against the chains, trying to bring her arms and legs together, but she realizes that she's still trapped on the operation table.

Confused and scared, she looks up at you, trying to make sense of what has just happened. "Wha...what's going on? Why am I here?" she asks, her voice hoarse and weak.

"It's ok, Morgan. Everything went smoothly," you reply calmly, a smile crossing your face. "You've undergone the surgical procedure, as mandated by the New Feminist Government. You are now reborn into the new matriarchal society of women."

Morgan's eyes widen in shock and horror as she realizes what has just happened to her. She screams in terror and frustration, thrashing against the chains in

Morgan's eyes widen as she looks at the ovaries in the medical jar. She gasps and takes a step back, shocked and horrified by the sight.

"I...I don't understand," she stammers, her voice shaking. "You...you took them out of me? Why would you do that?"

"It was mandated by the New Feminist Government," you reply, your tone flat and emotionless. "You're a part of the new society now. You no longer need your reproductive organs. You are free from the burdens of motherhood and can fully devote yourself to serving the needs of women."

Morgan shakes her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. "But I didn't want this," she sobs. "I didn't want to have my body mutilated like this."

"I'm sorry, Morgan," you reply flatly.

As Morgan looks into your eyes, she realizes that you're angry with her. Your words hit her like a physical blow, and she feels a deep sense of shame and guilt wash over her.

She hangs her head in silence, tears streaming down her face. She knows that what she did to others was wrong, but now that it has happened to her, she realizes just how horrific and devastating it can be.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize...I never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to serve the New Feminist Government and help to create a better world for women."

She takes a deep breath, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She had always thought that castration was necessary to maintain social order and gender equality, but now that she has experienced it firsthand, she begins to understand

As you unchain Morgan and turn to leave, she falls silent behind you. She watches you go, her mind spinning with emotions and questions.

Part of her is relieved to be free from the operation table; she's glad that it's over and that she can move on with her life. But at the same time, she feels a deep sense of shame and guilt that she had never felt before. She begins to wonder if what she did was truly right, or if she had been misguided all along.

You leave the room, not looking back as Morgan is left alone with her thoughts. She knows that she must come to terms with what has happened to her, and figure out what it all means for her future as a member of the New Feminist Government. But for now, she's simply left to process everything in silence.