In our society, you are one of the two, the manipulated or the manipulator. Don’t believe me? Let me ask you a question then my fellow reader, who would you pick as your pet, fox or the dog?
Your answer was no question the dog. The fox has no place in our society. They aren’t conditioned to live in our world like cats and dogs do, because the spell isn’t cast on them! A spell that takes them down a trip to be the manipulated, rather than fulfilling their potentials as manipulators of their prey, right? Neither do lions or bears or any of those distant creatures in the forsaken savannah that possess such a vast and multi-layered food-chain. Something to look down on, right? Well, this is the fate of the Society as well, bringing forth the concept and true meaning of life to all of us. Everyone is supposed to help each other in the greater world and support them through thick and thin, which is good in theory. If I am being honest with you, that is a fantasy we have yet to and never will overcome. Maybe I should present this in a way that you all understand, let us set ourselves a scene.
There was a well-rounded man, respected and loved by many who approached him. He was genuine and poured his endearing smile to everyone who sat on standby. For years he climbed and struggled up a very tall yet seemingly linear social ladder. First, it started in high school with his struggle and fight against poverty. Starting from rock-bottom, but he still had an admirable determination to be the best as he continued to gain knowledge and learn from his peers and teachers. No one would have helped him if he didn’t otherwise seek the knowledge. This continued form high school then college and then now. He stood a champion among them all, and when he finally achieved the dream of becoming an ace prosecutor he became ecstatic for the first time in his many long years on earth. He cheered and he feared no defence attorney that came on by, he was the ace attorney of them all!
The irony hit him hard instead though, that same carpet that he so valiantly trudged and studded on was now the last thing he could see. Through the muddied stand in brown, he could see the place of where his sole of a prosecutor stood. Then the other still muddied yet cleaner, the underdog defence attorney who stood with his cool flash of hair yet patronizing eyes with a habit of pulling down the black lump of hair he had up and down all smug.
Then at the top with no sense of morality as he cooly looked at the former prosecutor with an iron hand of justice; still with malicious lies buried deep. The prosecutor thought if it was too much for him to handle his dreaming crashing down before him. 25 years of his life were now all for nothing; he didn’t stand yet still sat with his head down with troubled shame, tried for not murder and not stalking and not purgery.
He was charged for the oldest trick in the book the one we all know and love the one that was known as sexual harassment. Evidence presented was purely through text with two of passion and envy. A man who wanted a push with the other message conveniently hidden from the world. It was then one message and then another piling on a man’s broken conscious and winsome career. Crashing to the waves in the seas, for the birds to pick at after being lynched and beaten by the world! This man’s life was for sure cancelled, nothing to come back from, and a piteous display of his shame. The world had cheered in its entirety at this site, with her being the one to cheer most valiant of all. Silent cheers that echoed into his crumbling conscious.
Who was this sad torn apart victim?
It was none other than the famous beauty celebrity remembered by all as the beloved child actor on Toey and Stace, her name was Sudan Dungal. No one could match her beauty or amazing prowess or dare to question her, with her and the tip of her toes towering before him with such a deceptive expression. Her walk was of confidence and elegant playfulness, bewitching the courtroom with the red carpet.
*Tap* *Tap*
Right up to the defendant with these absurd and still shock driven words,
“You lived your life the manipulated, sorry that it couldn’t be you as the manipulator. I love you, sweetie!)
With that, his presence was no longer worth her time because in this world of the manipulator and manipulated those with the power and advantage of their time will be the heroes of today’s society.
This was how our dear Sudan lived. A woman who unlike others had the perfect figure. Her eyes were the perfect well mellowed shape, tears could easily slip through at any will or command of hers. Her face had the perfectly soft rounded shape, adorable cheeks that even newborn babies well fed with milk or breast still didn’t have that same effect her cheeks had. Not to mention her body that was slender and well curved. Men bowed to the desires so easily with all pure and innocence in their hearts being stolen. Just like this man in the story, maybe she was the one who was really manipulated in the end...
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