>>6042470>>6042472You remember once witnessing the body of a woman, cradled in the grotesque embrace of a crushed car, having plummeted from a great height with her fallen body punched into the top of a vehicle.
>>6042470Confronted by the hysterical and horror-stricken spectacle of Natalie's breakdown at the sight of your gore "art" picture, you calmly commence a lengthy academic exposition elucidating upon how her revulsion and fear of being maimed at the whims of male psychotic murderers only serves to reinforce and perpetuate the oppression of the edifice of patriarchy and all construals of feminity being subservient and powerless before masculine dominance. Furthermore, you explain how horror is really a form of tolerance, the willingness to look, to examine and investigate what is shunned and taboo in society, thereby questioning the hierarchal systems of value and authority that enforce social conformity and obeisance.
Natalie is somewhat soothed by your calm and reasonable demeanour and tone of voice, yet she still eyes you with the utmost suspicion and distrust from several spans of arms-length distance away.
But before Natalie can question your motives any further, you both jump at the jolt of a bone-wrenching crash...
Was your memory a deja vu... have your worst fears come to pass? Has Heather, upon witnessing the spectacle of the rider upon her former boyfriend's motorcycle, with the arms of a beautiful girl entwined around him, a girl that should have been her... has Heather decided finally to take the ultimate leap of desperation to make him notice her, regret leaving her - in a manner he will never forget...?
