After calling her his entire vocabulary of the foulest adjectives, he turned to look at the scenery and gave himself a small smile...he had shown her her place, he felt brave, proud of himself...especially since his little slum “friend” had not said anything back to him, he was strong, and everybody knew that...he was strong, just like his dad was, just like all men should be...the local train whose door he was hanging out of was full of women who needed to be shown their real place in society, the men who were supposed to control them were weak, like his dad always said, women were for the sole purpose of staying at home, taking care of kids, having kids, and for the pleasure of their husbands, and if they don’t do this small little role assigned to them, they should be forced too, if they don’t do their work on their own, it’s part of our job as men to make them, and if nothing else, a good beating induces fear, it helps control, it helps remind who the boss is. As for Resham...she was nothing, he would grow up to do to her, what his dad did to his mom. Well, both Resham and his mom had it coming, how dare they refuse to do something that their men ask them to do? What is the point in feeding them then? Why should we men give them any shelter? Let them rot on the footpath! That’s their real place!
He was lost in these thoughts when resham sat down next to the door...He had just asked her to go inside...he felt a little happy, she had given him a chance to show her, she had challenged his authority, with that thought he kicked he as hard as he could in the gut and watched her double up, he smiled and was about to speak his mind when he felt a rush of heat to his cheek followed by a sharp pain...he realised, he had just been slapped! He looked up to see a woman saying something...some, words, he didn’t care, he was starting to boil...he had never been this insulted!!! By a woman! How did she expect to get away with this??? In all his white rage he swung a blow at her stomach, that was as high as he could go...with all his strength, but she grabbed his hand and lay another one of the slaps that sent searing pain up his cheek, he was shocked! No woman had the guts to be able to do that to a man! The train slowed down, she was still speaking, she had left his hand a long time back, but he didn’t realise anything, he was deep in his brain washed head, looking for an appropriate answer to the occurrence...never once hand his mom hit him back when he hit her, nor had Resham...all women he knew and had been in contact had accepted being beaten up as part of their life, this was impossible!
The woman got off at the station the train had halted at... he was still lost in his thought. The single thought of women being inferior and it’s branched out toughtlets. He didn’t even realise that the train had picked up speed, when he did, he leaned out the door and used his limited vocabulary again, then he stopped, turned to see Resham staring at him with wide eyes, adrenaline started to pump again and filled him up, he threw herself on her and stated crushing, elbowing, punching, slapping, clawing at her, he spat on her, punched her so hard in the stomach he was pretty sure he felt her spine hit his knuckles, punched her so hard in the face that at once, a stream of red gushed out her nose, that helped him, he clawed at her face till it started oozing out blood too...he was enjoying it all so much that he did not hear the screaming, the yelling, the ruckus around him...soon, too soon, he was pulled off her thrown onto the platform, everybody was surrounding Resham...he was still angry, as he got up and pushed off the station, without anybody realizing, one thought stuck, he was not done yet.
this is just amazing...
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