An accurate account of how I annoyed The Pervocracy

"Holly could hear the blood rushing through her brain, burning like fire in her skull and drowning out the sound of women's screams.

She crouched in the darkness trying to catch her breath. She clutched her chest, sure that she'd feel her heart beating right through the latex catsuit.

Ashur was there, somewhere, stalking the hallways of Pervocracy HQ. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was going to post again....and he was going to argue a point.

The thought made her sick to her stomach. Cum and Big Mac rose into her gullet and she had to choke it down as she struggled to her feet, fiddling with the safety catch on her Bangun, hoping that she could drop him before people chose to talk to him again.

She limped into a hallway, dark like the rest of Pervocracy HQ, which had gone into emergency shutdown once Opposing Viewpoint levels had reached 1 PPM. Emergency lighting flickered in a doorway down the hall, and she began limping for it, the sound of her own footsteps like thunder, threatening to draw the predator towards her.

The Beast was out there....and he felt that Feminism was a misleading umbrella term for too many opposing viewpoints.

As she staggered forward she heard him behind her. The tapping of keys, too frantic for a proofreader, suddenly brushed away the sound of her beating heart, which froze mid-flow as if an icy hand and closed around it.

Holly whipped around, pointing the Bangun high and praying that she could moderate the internet before he struck.

But it was too late."