She was happy.
Everything was going her way. Britain left the EU, finally, finally!!! Immigrants and refugees were being deported, all the remoaners and libtards either eliminated or too broken to ever dare so much as speak again. Extinction Rebellion has been designated a terrorist organisation. You get arrested if you only breathe the words “climate change”. And not only that, any political correctness has been banned by law. No more talks of diversity, no more LGBTQ pride marches, no more feminism. Same sex marriage was illegal again, the welfare state completely dismantled.
were melting and she was living for that.
After the new
Government imprisoned the members of the royal family, they seized their wealth
and redistributed it amongst themselves. This meant the palaces and other royal
residences were converted into flats, which were then granted to the new Powers
That Be and their most faithful servants, in order of importance. And she, for
her tireless and constant media campaigning in favour of the new regime, was
given a flat in what used to be Kensington Palace. Life was wonderful.
She was dancing
around her spacious living room, brimming with happiness. Just that day,
another new law was passed (or more precisely, was declared by the Home
Secretary, as Parliament no longer existed and the Government did what they
pleased). Speaking, writing or otherwise communicating in a language other than
English became a criminal offense. Fantastic, she punched the air with her
fist. Out of all the new laws, this was her favourite. She wondered what took
them so long to declare it—she thought it should have been one of the first
ones—but as the saying goes, better late than never. She could now look forward
to catching people who speak foreign
and report them to the authorities.
She preferred not to think about the newly independent Scotland (she hated them anyway) or the reunified Ireland (never in her life had she cared about Northern Ireland so it didn’t matter), both supported by the EU. Britain was now smaller than it used to be, only England and Wales. Neither did she prefer to think about all the snowflakey lefties and remoaners that managed to get out before the new regime kicked in properly; mostly across the channel to France, Belgium, the Netherlands, some northwards to the independent Scotland. She couldn’t say why this fact bothered her so much, since she despised them. Perhaps she would have liked to see these pesky individuals arrested and charged for treason so that she could enjoy watching their televised trials, but there were still plenty of people being arrested and charged for treason so there were still many televised trials to devour. She loved being on the right side and now more than ever when that side was in power.
The media station
she used to work for folded some time ago but it’s not like she needed a job. She
would never have to worry about the money again, both she and her husband were
firmly established with the new Government. She spent her time tweeting and
working from home on her own broadcasting channel. And this time if anyone
tried to argue with her or oppose her, she could call the authorities. But that
rarely happened anymore, it was all praise, praise, praise. You rule, you’re the best was all she
saw these days. We love you! She basked
But she had to
admit something was missing.
It was as if all
these good things made life a bit… well, boring. Back in the day, nothing used
to set her heart racing like a good online argument with a socialist loser or
two. She would always emerge victorious which made it all better. Of course, being
showered with praise was beautiful, but it would be more fun if she could take
part in kicking some dissenters. She’ll tell her husband to ask the big boss
She reached for
her phone to check Twitter. And—she couldn’t. There was no connection. Testing the
other devices confirmed the internet was down. She tried to call her husband
but the mobile network was down too. This was not right. She looked out of the
window, but there didn’t seem to be any panic. Why wasn’t her network working?
She switched on
the TV and flicked to the news channel. Another new law was announced. As of today, all females are forbidden from
working, owning property or using the internet… Yes, she knew that already,
so what. This law wouldn’t apply to the likes of her, why should she care? The
news channel was devoting quite a lot of time to discussing this piece of
legislation; (she only just noticed that all the people in the newsroom were
men) she rolled her eyes wishing they’d shut up about it and move on to the
real news, like what was wrong with the internet connection? Because surely it couldn’t
just be their household that had this problem.
That’s it, she
would ask the neighbours. She stepped out of her flat into the corridor and found
herself face to face with one of their usual security guards. “Hello John, what’s
up, you’re not usually here on our floor?”
“Ma’am, you should
stay in your flat.”
“Why, what’s going
on? I just wanted to ask the neighbours if their internet is working.”
“I don’t know
anything about that, ma’am, but you need to go back inside.”
“I’ve been ordered
to tell you to stay inside your flat. I don’t have any further information. Please
if you could go back in…”
She stamped her
foot. “Now I won’t stand for this. I want to speak to your manager.”
“Ma’am, you cannot speak to my manager. Make your way back into your flat immediately.”
“Listen to me, you
John grabbed her arm. “Ma’am, I will not be spoken to in such way. Get back inside.” He pushed her towards the door to her flat. She was about to slap him, when she was interrupted by a sharp ding followed by the sound of opening lift doors. Her husband appeared in the corridor. “What’s this?”
“Sir, I was just
telling your wife she needs to go back into the flat,” John said.
been some misunderstanding,” she said.
“It’s alright, John,
let me handle it,” her husband said. “Come in,” he put his arm on her shoulder
and led her back inside. He closed the door, took his coat off and hung it on
the hook, acting as it was just another Tuesday.
It was a Tuesday.
“What is happening?”
she cried out. “The internet’s down, my mobile network is down… are we being
“No, we are most
certainly not being attacked.”
“So what is it? That
idiot told me to stay inside the flat!”
“He’s not an
idiot. He was simply following orders.”
“Are you fucking
“Now now, darling,
swearing doesn’t suit such a fine lady like you.”
“What are you
He laughed. “Haven’t
you heard? Women are banned from using the internet, or going out without their
male guardian’s permission.”
“But surely that’s
only for the—“
masses?” He laughed again. “Wrong. It applies to everyone, including you.”
He shrugged. “What
did you expect? It was always going to end up this way.”
“But no. No, no,
no, no!” Her hands were shaking. “They need to change it. They need to change
it back to how it was before, listen to me, you need to talk to the Prime
“They will not
change it and I cannot question the Prime Minister. You have to deal with it.”
“But nothing. I forbid
you from using the internet or going out. You will stay here until I tell you
“You… you,” she
felt the rage rising in her. “You would have been nothing without me! It was my work that got us here!”
“Maybe, but who
cares? You channel has been deactivated and your Twitter account and its
history deleted. All those articles you’ve written are now showing in my name. You
no longer exist.”
He stopped her
hand flying midway to his cheek. He grabbed both of her hands roughly. “I wouldn’t
do that if I were you. You don’t want to land yourself in prison, among those
leftie losers, do you? I hear you’re not exactly popular with them.”
kicking but it was no use, he was stronger than her. He dragged her to the
bedroom, slammed the door and locked it from outside. She didn’t even know
there was a key. “Now you stay there and be a good girl,” she heard his voice
through the door. “If you behave yourself, who knows, I may even be allow you
out one day.”
Slowly her veins
filled with icy cold dread as she fell to her knees. It was always going to end up this way. She screamed. Her hands
clutched into fists as she banged at the door. “Let me out! Let me out!!!”
Fool. She should
have known it was pointless.
And it was then, sinking to the floor, her body shaking with convulsions, her mind seeing the whole truth bare, staring into her face, laughing the evil laugh of villains, muhahahahaha, it was then that she at last realised that she backed the wrong side.
Author’s Note: For those who don’t know “remoaner” is what Brexit supporters call remainers, i.e. people who support UK remaining in the EU. I also want to make it clear that Extinction Rebellion are good guys. This story was inspired by some nasty women I’ve come across on Twitter and Serena Joy from the TV show The Handmaid’s Tale.