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Makima was sitting at her desk, reading a report, when their was a knock on the door.  Makima looked at the door…

No. No, you are not telling my story. I am. Take your hands off that keyboard, and just listen to me. I am Makima, and to everyone reading this story, I wish to set up a contract with you. Yes, all of you. It is more than simple, and I think you will enjoy it. The first thing you need to do, is simply understand that it is I who is talking, and this isn’t a story being written by someone. Thank you for doing so, I knew you could do something that simple and easy. Now, let me tell you what I shall do. I shall preform a superhuman feat for you, and than, we’ll get to the next part of this contract. You see the metal baseball bat in my hand? Of course you can, this large and thick weapon, with one swing, a child could kill a giant with it. Even more, it won’t bend at all from such a powerful strike. The way this bat looks, which you can see thanks to how I am describing it, it is thicker than me. It’s almost laughable how large this baseball bat is in my hand. It almost seems to enlarge itself in my hand; as if it enjoys I’m holding it. Would you enjoy me holding your hand? I know you would. But let’s get back to this bat, please stop thinking dirty thoughts about me. I’m someone who is doing YOU a favor. Now pay attention to this long thick metal rod.

The pure thickness of this alone, why, I can barely fit my hand around it. It is quite mighty, and it’s sheer strength is beyond what a girl like me should be capable of bending. Could ANY man with both of his hands bend this metal? You can’t think of any. What man can do… what I’m easily doing with one hand? Bending this hard unbreakable metal with jusy my fingers? Digging into it, and ripping it apart. Look at my wrist and hand, and you’ll see no effort on my end when it comes to bending it. It’s just so easy and obvious that I could do this. You know why it is obvious. Look at me, and SAY IT. Say it out loud, and know it’s true. I can bend this metal so easily, because I’m Makima. I am Makima, and I am simply just stronger than you in everything. If you wish to be a part of this contract, you must admit it. That I am stronger, and that stronger… than whatever you imagine.

Imagine whatever you want that you consider strong. Now realize I am stronger. It doesn’t matter who they are, I’m just the person who shall surpass them in every regard. Not with hard work, mind you. I just simply am better than them. It is not a question if I am or how I am better, whatever they are, I’m better in every way. I will not entertain any debate on power tier of the likes. Why should I even care about the power of others? Especially when they can never hope to match with me. What matters is that I’ll win in any competition you suggest for me. It doesn’t matter if it’s strength, speed, intelligence, skill, or even something magically incredible. I will win, because I will it. My will is superior to everything. Not because I have to try to be stronger than who I face. I just simply am stronger by basic nature, and every attempt by someone or something else to stop this simple truth becomes painful for them. It is a fate that is terrifying for these sad pitiful people who try to challenge me and are not built for it. None can prepare themselves for what I will do to them when they try to defy me.

It’s not that I am a naturally violent woman, as you must understand. I would never desire to bring harm to people, it just isn’t I what I desire. Can you imagine the pain it brings me to have to be forced to be the ‘scary one’ when someone tries to defy me in their pitiful little way? Imagine if you will the kind of person would stand in my way, and you’ll understand why it pains me to instruct them personally. You’re instantly imagining a man, aren’t you? Of course you are, it’s not even a question the person in your mind who defies me is a woman. How rather sexist of you to do so, but I also can’t blame you for thinking it. Almost always, it seems that men can never handle being around women of power. They just have to force their way into pushing a woman down to feel stronger. I feel bad for them, so let me gentle with this man you are creating in your head. Let’s say he’s a very large man, the min who takes up the whole room. Not from fat, mind you, but let us say hard muscle. Muscle harder than any rock, and he has a grand booming voice that shakes the room when he speaks. The kind of man that all sense of biology and physics says could not exist.

Yet here is in, in my office, and with just a pinky thicker than my wrist, breaks my mahogany desk with no effort. Why is he in this room and yelling at me with a voice that cracks cement? You can imagine whatever deed he believes I committed against him offended him. I work never, of course, do something so horrible to deserve this response from him. In fact, I more than believe his personality needs readjusting, to protect people from his silly behavior. I am kind enough to do something like that. I stand against him as I do, wearing my typical suit and pants with my tie. A tie that  wrap around my knuckles. I do not wish to do this, but it is the only way to handle him. I only promise one thing.

I will try not to be too violent with him. That would be horrible, and I am not a horrible woman. I am just a woman who doesn’t like dogs acting up and barking too loud. I’m a courteous woman like that. So with all of this big dogs barking, I will have to a little more rough with my discipline than I would like. I shall raise my small feminine hand in the air, and let him know I am tired of his barking. I will need to end this with a bit of force, so I will just be small. Moving my hand, I get it into a flick position, and aim right for the center of his mighty chest. I didn’t want to flick his chest too hard. But at the same time, I might have applied some great amount of force. Just enough to let him know I was rather perturbed with his actions. I try not to be angered by the action of others, it’s just not kind or right to do so. But I admit, even I can be irritated by a dog who won’t stop barking and acting like it has any bite. With that, you just have to end it with a flick. Did I place some greater amount of force with this flick than I would with most dogs?

Of course I have, but it’s not my fault. It’s his for not acting mature enough to even act right with me. Did I apply a bit more force than I should have? I won’t deny that. But I will admit the results were rather very amusing. Have you ever seen a man fly right through a wall as if the wall was made of glass, despite it being made of brick and mortar? I just have, and I can even describe the sound. Like hard flesh exploding brick, rather than the reverse. The sound of something crumbling in an instant while flesh tries not to be sheared off. The only sound almost as loud as the force of the wall being broke down, was the sound of his screaming. Like a bad dog who found out how hard it can howl in fear. Did u feel bad for delivering him such pain with extreme ease? Of course I would, I am not that kind of person who would enjoy bringing pain to another.

Still, the sound was somewhat amusing. I will never deny that. If I did, I would be a liar, and I would never lie to you. That’s why you can believe me when I say that I went to the broken man, and tried my best to comfort him. The poor man was so afraid of me, it was almost concerning. But I was there for him, laying the gigantic muscular man against my lap, as I comforted him. Rubbing hands on his body that could practically snap his bones like twigs. Even my own fingers had enough power to destroy all of him. Course, I would never do something like that. I wasn’t a monster, I was a kind woman, and I let him know how kind I was. I just bent down my head and began speaking to this nearly destroyed man in a soft and kind voice. I wanted him to know that I was not angry with him, that I actually had no problem at all with him. My voice was reverberating in his head… and it is reverberating in your head. You can imagine what I’m saying right now in my voice. You don’t even need me to tell you what I said to him, it’s what you want to hear.

I told him the words that you want a woman to tell you to know your place. The words you always had in your head, and recite to yourself every day. You don’t do it on purpose, you just do it because it is hard wired in you. You need a woman to control your life. You just can’t handle how impossible this world is, and having me take you by your hand and directing you is what you want. You know I’m strong enough to protect you from any danger in your life. You also know that I’m simply smarter than you, and can run your life better than you have. Whatever you need to improve your sad little life, I will do so. Just do everything u say, when I say, and we’ll both be happier for it. Not just you for obvious reasons that your life will have focus and purpose. No, my aid will to your life will also make me happy. I’ll know that you are safe and healthy, and it’s because you are under my control. My watch. Following and obeying all my word. Now I want you to do what this oversized mass of muscle that calls itself a man. it is, but not in the way it thinks it is… just like you. If you want me to better your life, you shall do what I say. Imagine him doing what u say… and than do it yourself. Get on your knees. Now grasp your hands together, and thank me.

Thank me for taking over. Thank me for obeying me. Thank me for existing, and gracing your life with why you always wanted. Someone like ME to take over. Now, my little doggy, one more thing, and I’ll fix your life. Say woof. Good boy. Good… now roll over… and let me take over.