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Magonia

Magonia

Rapism cures Racism
Jan 2, 2022
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Amidst the cacophony of the Free Palestine protest, @Riddler's laughter rang out, a melodious sound that cut through the chaos. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she challenged the young Muslim man before her. They stood on opposite sides of a makeshift barricade, their voices rising above the crowd.
The man, dressed in traditional garb, tried to maintain his composure, but the fire in Riddler's gaze unnerved him. She was a vision of defiance, her wavy hair cascading down her back, her lips curved into a sardonic smile.
"Tell me, brother," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "do you truly believe that women are nothing more than concubines? That we exist solely to serve your needs?"
The man shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the crowd. "It is not like that, sister," he stammered. "Our religion teaches us to respect and honor women."
Riddler scoffed. "Respect and honor? Is that what you call it? You speak of our rights, but where are they? Where is our agency, our autonomy?"
The man's face hardened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You do not understand our ways, sister. Our women are cherished, protected."
Riddler's laughter was bitter. "Protected? Or imprisoned? Tell me, brother, when was the last time you truly listened to your wife? When was the last time you asked her what she wanted, what she needed?"
The man's eyes narrowed, and he took a step towards her. "You know nothing of our ways, sister. You are a Westerner, corrupted by your own culture."
Riddler's smile faded, and she took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the anger and hurt rising within her, threatening to spill over.
"I may be a Westerner," she said, her voice trembling, "but I am also a woman. And I will not let you or anyone else reduce me to nothing more than a concubine."
The man opened his mouth to respond, but Riddler turned away, her eyes brimming with tears. She pushed her way through the crowd, her mind racing with thoughts of Miguel and the other men in her life.
Why was it so hard for them to understand her? To see her as an equal, rather than a possession?
As she made her way through the throng of protesters, Riddler felt a sense of despair wash over her. She had always believed in the power of activism, in the ability to affect change through peaceful means. But now, she wasn't so sure.
Would they ever truly see her as an equal, or would she always be a second-class citizen in their eyes?
The weight of her doubts and fears threatened to crush her, but Riddler refused to give in. She would continue to fight, to speak out against injustice, no matter the cost.
For she was not a concubine, nor a possession. She was a woman, fierce and unyielding, and she would not be silenced.

A firm hand clamped down on Riddler's wrist, yanking her away from the crowd. @IGiveUp (Miguel), his face twisted in a scowl, towered over her. His dark eyes burned with anger and hurt, and Riddler felt a shiver run down her spine.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Riddler tried to pull away, but Miguel's grip was like iron. She could feel the tension in his body, the barely restrained fury coursing through him.
"I'm working," she said, her voice trembling. "What does it look like?"
Miguel's eyes narrowed. "You're talking to other men," he accused. "Even Muslims."
Riddler felt a surge of anger and frustration. "So what if I am?" she shot back. "It's my job."
But Miguel was not in the mood for reason. He dragged her towards a nearby alley, away from prying eyes. Riddler stumbled, her heart pounding in her chest.
Miguel pushed her up against the wall, his body pressed against hers. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face, hot and angry.
"You're mine," he growled. "Mine."
Riddler tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She felt a sob rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She would not let him see her cry.
Without warning, Miguel pulled her over his knee. Riddler let out a startled cry as he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her backside. The pain was sharp and stinging, and she wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape.

"Confess," Miguel demanded. "Tell me you were wrong."

Riddler's mind was reeling. She could not believe what was happening. She had never seen Miguel like this before, so consumed by jealousy and anger.
But she knew that if she did not give him what he wanted, things would only get worse.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was wrong."
Miguel's hand paused, hovering in the air. For a moment, Riddler thought he would let her go. But then he brought it down again, harder this time.
Riddler cried out, her eyes filling with tears. She could feel the stinging in her backside, the heat spreading through her body.
Miguel released her, and she slumped to the ground, her body trembling. She could not believe what had just happened.

Miguel stood over her, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt.
"Don't ever do that again," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Riddler nodded, too stunned to speak. She knew that she had crossed a line, that she had hurt Miguel in a way that she could never take back.
As Miguel turned and walked away, Riddler felt a sense of despair wash over her. She had always thought that their relationship was strong, that they could overcome any obstacle.

But now, she was not so sure.

The weight of her doubts and fears threatened to crush her, but Riddler refused to give in. She would find a way to make things right, to prove to Miguel that she was worthy of his love.
For she was not a concubine, nor a possession. She was a woman, fierce and unyielding, and she would not be silenced.

Magonia's laughter echoed through the air as she approached, her long blonde hair swaying in the wind. "Well, well, well," she said, "looks like someone's been naughty."
Miguel's face was still flushed with anger, but he couldn't help but crack a smile at Magonia's antics. Riddler, on the other hand, looked mortified. She quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off, avoiding eye contact with either of them.
"Let's go," Miguel said, his voice terse. "We've got work to do."
As they walked towards their vehicle, Magonia kept up a steady stream of jokes and innuendos, much to Miguel's annoyance. But he couldn't deny that her humor was helping to lighten the mood.
They finally reached the car, and Miguel was about to unlock the door when he heard a noise coming from the backseat. He turned to look, and his heart sank.

There, in the back of the car, was Riddler, straddling @Lain. Their bodies were entwined, and they were moving rhythmically together. Miguel could feel the rage building up inside of him, but before he could say anything, Magonia spoke up.
"Well, well, well," she said again, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like someone's been having a little fun without us."
Miguel's gaze was riveted to Riddler, her eyes mirroring a mosaic of shame and an undercurrent of something else he couldn't decipher. "Why don't we join them?" Magonia proposed, his blue eyes dancing with devilish delight. "After all, aren't we the Cucks now?"
A tremor coursed through Miguel at the suggestion. The thought of cuckolding had always stirred unease within him, yet there was an undeniable allure woven into this peculiar tableau.
His eyes flickered to Magonia, who was already unzipping his pants. With a roguish grin tugging at his lips, he motioned for Miguel to join him.
For a moment, Miguel teetered on the precipice of indecision, caught in the crossfire between outrage and desire. However, he recognized that resistance was futile.
He slid into the backseat and watched as Magonia positioned himself over the winshield, forming a barrier the sun. His faps met a fervent pace as they moved in rhythm with Lain's motions.
An odd detachment washed over Miguel as he observed the scene unfolding before him. He knew fury should be coursing through his veins but instead found himself enveloped by an uncanny tranquility.
As Riddler lavished attention on Lain, jealousy gnawed at Miguel's insides. Yet alongside it blossomed a sense of liberation - as if he'd finally shrugged off the shackles of his own inhibitions.

Leaning into the passenger window with half-closed eyes, Miguel surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations swirling within him. For once in what felt like an eternity, he tasted the intoxicating sweetness of being truly alive.


The car door slammed shut behind Riddler, the sound echoing through the deserted parking lot. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
She looked up and saw Miguel standing a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on her. There was a mixture of hurt and anger in his gaze, but also something else. Something that made her heart ache.
For a moment, they just stood there, locked in a silent standoff. The connection between them was still palpable, a tangible thing that seemed to crackle in the air.
But then, Miguel turned away, his jaw clenched tight. Riddler felt a lump form in her throat. She knew that she had hurt him, that she had betrayed his trust. And she hated herself for it.
With a heavy heart, she turned and began to walk away. Each step felt like a weight on her shoulders, a reminder of the choice she had made. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was going to do. All she knew was that she couldn't stay here, couldn't face Miguel any longer.
As she walked, she couldn't help but think about their relationship. How it had started out so full of passion and promise, and how it had slowly unraveled, piece by piece. She knew that she was to blame, that she had let her own insecurities and doubts get the better of her.
But she also knew that it wasn't just her. Miguel had his own demons, his own secrets that he kept hidden away. And she couldn't help but wonder if those secrets had played a part in their downfall.

She thought about the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her. The way he had made her feel alive, even in the darkest of moments. And she knew that she would never forget him, never forget the way he had made her feel.
But she also knew that she couldn't go back, couldn't undo what had been done. She had made her choice, and now she had to live with the consequences.
As she walked, the night air grew colder, and the wind began to pick up. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill. But deep down, she knew that it was more than just the cold that was making her shiver.
She looked up at the sky, at the stars that twinkled overhead. They seemed so far away, so distant and unreachable. And she felt a pang of loneliness, a feeling of isolation that she had never experienced before.
But then, she heard a sound, a soft rustling in the bushes nearby. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest. And for a moment, she thought she saw something, a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
But then it was gone, vanished into the night. And she was left standing there, alone and uncertain.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She didn't know what was going to happen next, didn't know where her life was going to take her. But she knew that she couldn't stay here, couldn't keep looking back.
With a renewed sense of determination, she started walking again, her steps quick and sure. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that she had to keep moving forward.
Because that was the only way she could ever hope to find her way back to herself.

Lain remained in the car, the door hanging open, his eyes fixed on the retreating figure of Riddler. The night was cold, and a chill ran through him, but it was not just the cold that made him shiver. The sight of Riddler walking away, her steps heavy with uncertainty and doubt, filled him with a sense of loss that was almost unbearable. He watched as she disappeared into the darkness, the sound of her footsteps slowly fading away. For a moment, he was tempted to follow her, to call out to her and beg her to come back. But he knew that it was too late for that. She had made her decision, and there was nothing he could do to change her mind.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned to see Magonia walking towards him, his face a mask of amusement. "Well, that was quite a show," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lain didn't respond. He couldn't. His mind was racing, his emotions a tangled mess of anger, hurt, and regret. He knew that he had played a part in this, had contributed to the breakdown of their relationship. And now, he was paying the price.
Magonia leaned against the car, her arms folded across her chest. "You know, you really shouldn't have pushed her so hard," she said, her tone softening. "She's not like the others. She has a mind of her own."

Lain looked away, unable to meet her gaze. He knew that Magonia was right. He had been blinded by his own desires, his own need for control. And in the process, he had lost the one person who truly understood him.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain. But it was no use. The image of Riddler, walking away from him, was burned into his memory. He could still see the hurt in her eyes, the disappointment. And he knew that it was a wound that would never truly heal.
With a heavy sigh, he opened his eyes and looked back at Magonia. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know."
For a moment, the two of them stood there in silence, the sound of the protest still echoing in the distance. And then, without a word, Magonia reached out and took his hand. It was a small gesture, but it was enough.

Together, they walked back to the car, their steps slow and deliberate. As they drove away, Lain couldn't help but look back, his eyes searching for any sign of Riddler. But she was gone, lost in the darkness.
And he knew that he would never see her again.
 
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