After your arm was healed two security guards. Regular not scary fascist you realize escort you onto a brightly lit plant floor and up to an office overlooking the factory.
Where you are left on a red-carpeted floor in front of a brown desk.
“ Hello I am Rebecca,” says a very plain middle aged looking woman. She looks to be about 50 with curly black hair and pale skin. Which reveals that she spends more time in the office than anywhere else. She wears a regular black top with long sleeves down to her hands.
“ MR,” she says without preamble. She clasps her hands together on her desk and speaks in a bored voice.
“ I have no time for theatrics as so many in my position seem to”. “ also I’m not here to how you say flex my privilege you will be turned into an object quick and efficiently,” she says still staring at you.
“ you have five minutes if there’s anything you want to say say it now if there’s anybody you want me to reach out to speak now” you look at this woman probably dumbfounded you think because she speaks again.
“ good then moving on normally I don’t do this but we have a shortage of volunteers so you get to pick your object”. She says in an oh how lucky are you Voice which pisses you off. So takeing a deep breath you never were good at controlling your emotions you go to yell.
“ fuck you and this stupid thing I’m”.
“ innocent please you’re full of more shit than the media I looked you up,” she says ice in her voice.
“ and not just the public records the private ones I know every time you took a shit, Piss, And every time you thought about stealing your neighbors' newspaper”.
“ thats”.
“ bullshit you’re going to say then how about this I know your grandma‘s in upstate New York your dad forced her into a retirement home and you ran off”,” and you been doing drugs and drinking and have quite the rap sheet to show for it”.
“ is that it are you all done all the fights gone out of you Rocky?” The woman speaks into the silence sitting back she smiles and opens a desk drawer. Producing a sheet of paper she slides it over to you. As you pick it up her voice fills the silence again.
“ Read it carefully and check the box of the object you want to be and one more thing”. Looking at the paper you look back up at the woman.
“ what?” You’re almost afraid to ask it feels like it’s 100° in the office.
“ once you’re objectified there’s no going back” and like that your fate is sealed.
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