You stayed up late. You knew that you should have gone to bed. But this was important. Consequential. It was worth feeling that ache behind your eyes in the early hours of the morning, if only to be able to say that you were then when it happened.

And then the votes started pouring in. Fine, you told yourself. the rural counties vote first, and always lean right. It didn't stop your heart beating faster. Didn't stop you picking at your palm, a nervous tick that you had indulged in since childhood. You bit down on your lip, as if the more physical pain you could induce in yourself, the more you could hold back the growing tide of votes.

Votes designed to destroy you. To break you. To remind you of a truth that had been self-evident throughout your life.

You are lesser. You have always been lesser. You will always be seen as lesser.

You tried to fight back the thoughts, tried to stop the panic, the excitement, the thrill, rising inside you. I was like trying to hold back the spinning of the world.

Did your hand slip between your legs as the vote tally increased? Did you feel your mind fog as you listened to the arrogant triumph of the right-wing news? Did you cum, when Pennsylvania went red?

You may have told your friends that you were terrified for the outcome, that you would move if he won, that you would continue the ongoing fight for justice and equality regardless of the outcome.

We both know that isn't true. We both know you've always wanted to be a second-class citizen, in a world ruled by men.

And now, you can be. As you admit your desires to me. As you cum like the broken little whore you know you are for me