Author's Note:
This is a concatenation of two sections; I'm tired of writing from a humanistic perspective, and I'm tired of seeing my dog's unhappy face. So I’m combining the sections for the purposes of saving time. I'll give two trigger warnings since they should be two separate sections.
TW: Beastiality. I'm not calling the woman an animal. Although it's probably better to not be a thinking thing with a life like that. In an evolutionary/scientific sense, we're either inbreds or the product of bestiality. Something fornicated with a relative or a non-human. Maybe human beings aren't one or the other; perhaps the category of human represents nothing: but I guess she wouldn't be a hick if she thought like that.
TW: Policy brutality, animal abuse. Leftists say these entail one another. To harm another is to harm yourself.
The cacophony of the disconnected orgy made it so neither party could hear their respective foil. Both parties thought they were alone merely because they were one. It was so obvious when looking at the heat of the moment that this is what humans thought it meant to live in the moment. Getting from one moment to the next was more complicated than it seemed but ultimately meant nothing. Eventually, the night would be forgotten both to the annuls of time and in the immolation of Genevieve's father. What context could excuse the way humans treated other animals (themselves included)? Reality would never be shown to humans; they had no sense of self-confidence; the only thing that existed to humans was the world. But I'm getting ahead of myself; what was remembered about the moment was the feeling/information/inspiration that came after the orgy.
Post-coitus, it became evident that there was no hope for humans and that Eden never existed on earth: because mother earth would never allow it. Nothing of beauty can ever happen on earth, only in the minds of sentient beings. The world didn't want to be beautiful; it wanted to be a stage for other beings to create upon. Humans were the only species capable of playing multiple roles: that's why the world only began to open up when it invented humans. It achieved ends meat on the carcasses of carnivores; it privileged them because it only found meaning in the plays that featured death; it desired death and ultimately only wanted death for itself. This was obvious by how the director pulled the actors down onto the stage, an eternal quicksand. The artifices mankind created to stand upon the cursed ground, every animal on this earth worked as hard as it could to have the energy to stand up, to resist assimilation; but the earth was a patient whore, so eventually, the bones would fall.
There was the myth of the "sustainable" lifestyle, that which was most in tune with the earth's machinations. The idea that there was anything valuable in playing a role in such a manner that others could emulate and expand upon it: so that the play could never end. Such a delusion came about because, over time, the show became more elevated. After all, the speed at which groundwork was being laid was faster than the rate of decomposition. There was a desire to return to the earth as the artifices of technology meant that people felt disconnected from their roots; it became impossible to find a purpose in the violence as the decomposition would only take away the ones further of memory. That life was more meaningful when the soil could take away the victims of your violence with relative quickness as if it was more meaningful for the rabbit to die because one was more connected to the labor of killing it and could feel its disappearance in the soil. That if only the rabbit were connected to the decomposition of the earth as opposed to being laid atop human artifice, its life would be more meaningful. That if only the rabbit knew its population was sustained by wolves instead of humans, it would be happier. To be scared of a wolf was better than to be scared of a human because humanity was bashful of its bloodlust and desired to see its reflection in the earth so it could justify its consumption. As if it were brave or respectful to hear the pitter-patter of the rabbit's heart before killing it. Only the delusion of power could leave one to believe such a thing; that's why humans thought the earth did it as well; that's what the humans initially loved about the earth. And when they "discovered" that (from their perspective) the earth was just the earth, and it sang for the reasons it sang, and it killed for the reasons it killed, humanity began to be less infatuated with its whore. What was once an exciting duet became more operatic, more about the human, more about why they were engaging in this infidelity, but they couldn't pull away. This was the cowardly reason humanity ended up recursing back to the earth; acknowledging they had neither the courage nor the self-respect to break away from their lover, they invented an ideology to make the relationship fun again. To sublimate to the earth's imagined "reasoning." The only thing more disgusting than thinking there was a justified reason to consume rabbits was saying that the earth's theatre had symbolic meaning or was representative of anything.
Nothing offended mankind more than something existing outside of it; they even sought to pull space and beyond space into it. Even god. Mimicking the design of the original lover it would eventually leave behind. Keeping a record of it to remind themselves that they had power over something. There were many reasons and immolations for the pigs to draw from when we made this conclusion, but the immolation of Genevieve's father gained a reputation for being something simple and innocent enough that you could show to piglets. Back to the post-coital moment.
Post coitus, the female hick would go to the barn and co-mingle with the dog she loved so much. She would relax next to the dog, her prolapsed pussy pulsating as it tried to equilibrate from the cruel and insensitive pounding her husband's gargantuan cock bestowed upon her. She would take deep breaths as it slowly shaped itself into a more natural size. The cruelty of man knew no bounds, as they believed that over time, she would become used to it: she never did. In fact, the fact that she stayed with her husband, and that her pussy would recover, was taken as evidence that her purpose was to please him. Because that's all the humans knew how to do: rape the world into form. Every time, she would have to wait the 40 minutes for it to calm down (she would generally read to distract from the pain). This time, she thought of her daughter, recalling the rumors of the darker kind, and shuddered in fear and could only hope that her daughter's lover was a bit kinder. After she calmed down, she would take time for herself. The heat of survival turned into the heat of the same violent horniness of her husband and of every man (in the mankind sense) on earth: and she beckoned the dog over.
And so, the dog betrayed its nature at the whim of its master, making love in a facing position in the manner she always wished her husband would do. She believed in the canine love because of the concentricity of the heat. End to end, beginning to head, no pain, no meaning, because meaning from the end of man was always a proxy for violence. And meaning existed to manipulate her into whatever form most convenient for man to express himself.
Upon witnessing the scene, Genevieve's father could only muster the following: "These inbreds are beyond reproach," and that's when the immolation began.
Unsatisfied with controlling the woman's body, it was deemed necessary to even police her fantasies.
Why she left the door open? One can only presume it had to do with hoping her husband would find her. To send a message, some expression of power, or at least to be put out of her misery. But she was never, and never had the chance of being found because after cumming the man just fell asleep or went back to reading philosophers that had fallen too far behind the pigs.
The philosophers wasted about 500 years on meaningless notions of the rights that god had given man as if any human being had the requisite humility or kindness to respect human rights. Even if those rights had some semblance of reality, violence could never violate them because violence has no agency; and what was the point of philosophizing about a force of nature? And equally as idiotic, as it pertained to those philosophies, that it even made sense that life or death had anything to do with purpose. For hundreds of years, those philosophers would bitch about the extent of these imagined rights. And human beings were stupid enough to lend progress to expanding these rights towards new categories of illegitimate children. But rights were always metatextual, always for a purpose, conveniently defined, and ultimately existed to lend the weak guilt over fighting against their oppressors. There could be guilt in the battle against your oppressors, but it had nothing to do with human rights: just the general futility of preserving a home. Because eventually, the fire would take away both the pain and the memory, and even the ghosts of the world couldn't lament. All the pretense and "progress" humanity could muster amounted to nothing against the fire's final kindness.
Most of what made humanity so disgusting was their necessity to justify every one of their atrocities. A non-ill sentient being would say something like "some people needed to die, because I wanted them to die, because everything I am necessitates their death," as opposed to the human's favorite delusion, what pigs liked to call: "the combination of non-sequiturs that created the requisite Venn diagram that excludes the person I'm about to kill." They'd be easier to respect if they'd admit their conceit. In reality, the only philosophy that mattered was that which could apply to both pigs and humans, meaning the concept of philosophy was meaningless to humanity. The idea of humanity necessitated an exclusion and premise that made any good philosophy impossible. It would be a couple more decades until the abject meaninglessness of violence and human progress made humans realize that progress was not a line but a circle. And the only way to break out of the circle was to abandon the notion of a human; not in the meaningless, "essentializing," "efficient," "extensions" of selves that their science fiction writers fetishized: but to abandon the notion of humanity entirely. But until it became convenient to recognize the difference, the state of affairs continued.
At her age, the woman only had the energy to conjure up two fantasies: the dog and the police officer. It was a bit easier to fuck a dog since the father's shared idiosyncratic nature had led him to believe that he had a chance to stand up to the government. And thus, he was eager to gun down trespassers onto his property, meaning the police tended not to bother them. Hicks were people who believed that legality equals morality; and spent all their efforts in making what they thought was moral into legality. Ultimately the purpose of legality was to provide the economic disincentives to make it costly to enact humanity's nature. In essence, always keeping an eye on mankind because mankind unobserved felt no shame.
Instead of kindness towards their fellow man, the more successful socialites spent their time thinking of manners of enacting their nature in forms outside of the law: deploying capital and ideas to do so. Modern human history could be summed up as the following: wealthy socialite makes money doing thing that is not yet illegal, daughter/son of socialite becomes embarrassed that their parent's method of making money is legal, and works towards making it illegal: because a hick was incapable of being grateful of the sacrifices their parents made for them; the child, ecstatic that they could morph society into whatever mode allowed them to make money whilst closing their inheritance's original sin, would have more children, and the cycle would begin anew. And the ones who lost that inheritance would simply be forgotten. That was the history of the "civilized" world. Of course, in the "uncivilized" world, both the parents and the children hired mercenaries of humanity to release themselves onto the native population. Some would be civilized, some would become native, and some would even become rich: it was the goal of civilization that the rest would simply be forgotten. Society could never fail because society would form around those who survived, those who refused to become hicks had no representation, and so, a hick is someone who is representative of society: rich or poor.
Of course, the only thing more disgusting than a rich hick was a hick with no money. Because, unable to reconcile their mediocrity, they existed on the fringe of society and on the fringe of morality: allowed to enact their basest desires on whatever unfortunate underprivileged minority; all so they couldn't realize what their wealthier (and possibly more human) counterparts were doing with their labor. Of course, mediocrity is a relative thing, and there were plenty of mediocres in the upper class; but due to the exclusion that money was invented and perverted for, they were allowed to hide the violations of their nieces and wives and servants and whores and dogs behind closed doors; and considering they were just hicks, it's probably all you could really hope for. Furthermore, at the very least, a rich hick could be communicated with; they at least had capital to provide, a thing of value outside of themselves (which is obviously not to say that hicks do have value, just that conceptually money may have value outside of them). Occasionally, they would fuck up and fund an institution or community that would spawn a meaningful work of art. The poor existed as cannon fodder to fight whatever war suited the rich's fancy, hoping to become part of civilized society. The more melodramatic of the hicks would write stories of how the fairy kissed their closeted homosexual grandfather's severed arm orifice, reflecting on the embrace of the battalion mate, and that death provided him the opportunity for his wife never to realize his secret before he was executed in whatever world war. But even this was a farce: violence could not make connection; it could not make art, not even on behalf of the victim. They were nothing and represented nothing, they were harmed for no reason, no reason at all, and they didn't even have any money. And, like anything else, they would only become angry at the inequity when their ancestors, who were a bit too careless towards the extent of equity of the legal amendments they fought for, made it so the "others" of society had a little too much upward mobility; making it so the hicks couldn't make the money that was promised for them anymore. They'd get mad and incite revolution because they only aligned with the "other" disenfranchised when it convenienced them: they were ravenous and only existed to enact ideas and change onto the world. To be fair, challenge a rich hick on their ideas, and they'd act the same way: they just had someone to do the ravenous part for them.
And that's why the police existed, just to make sure that the hicks didn't accelerate too quickly. As to why dogs existed? No matter how much power a human being garnered, even a human wasn't dumb enough to love their own ugly souls. Nor was a human dumb enough to think those they commanded to love them could love them unconditionally. So, they needed to design an animal that was both stupid enough to listen to their commands and love them unconditionally. This stupidity led to accidents; sometimes, they'd get confused and attack the wrong human, but in essence, there were two types of dogs: the attack ones and the cute ones. And as one might expect, the cute ones existed in the nice neighborhoods and the attack ones in the poor. The cute dogs didn't need to be violent––because the rich had the police.
The joke, of course, is that the police force was also made up of hicks. A fitting role as hicks aspired to mediocrity. Because nothing made a hick more content than the illusion of power. And power only had meaning when upholding/projecting/predicting some standard to establish hierarchy. Nothing could be more of their essence than enacting legality (although they loved power more than justice, so abuses were frequent). So, they were made content with the scrapes of murdered others and the scrapes poverty's high-interest rate forgot to take. In theory, police work was supposed to have a high-interest rate as well; presumably, those willing to break the law were more likely to be evil, (possible_hick => possible_hick.morality == possible_hick.legality thus, if new PossibleHick(some_name) and !this.legality => !this.morality) as such, you'd need to pay someone a higher risk premium to take that line of work. But in practice, they were allowed to abuse their power to lower the risk premium. To be fair, a dog's line of work had a high-interest rate as well. Being the first in line in the event of a home invasion, sometimes the police would get confused and kill a dog because its bark would confuse them. Of course, as part of the occasional reforms, dogs were not allowed to be murdered anymore, presumably because lady hicks couldn't bear to see their lovers murdered.
In reality, a cute dog is all a police officer could aspire to be. Pampered beyond all belief, given a seat at the table, not having to risk their lives anymore, not even having to bark anymore. Pensions facilitated this transition in times of cheap capital and inexpensive interest. But as time went on, and money beget more money creating a bigger divide between rich and poor, the more zealous police officers began to take up more of the police force. In theory, the police existed as a transition method for dogs to be welcomed into civilized society. This is to say the poor could use the high-risk premium work of policing to rise out of poverty, and the poor who chose not to be police could use the heightened safety to grow capital. But in action, since the police existed to embolden and stratify the interests of the rich, even the police needed to be policed (i.e., not allowed to accelerate too quickly). The hicks, serving their masters, would espouse asinine notions of pride and honor while systemically abusing their existence outside the law to ensure that the disenfranchised could not grow wealth; the poor who used policing to grow out of their disenfranchisement were made to degrade themselves, by always being made to put on the façade that policing existed for any other reason than to keep order, because otherwise they could be excommunicated by their pack.
In reality, pride and honor only existed as notions to convince workers to work for less (Imagine if the police had demanded more money for their riskier jobs!). To be fair, it's hard to invent a better system when you're collaring inbreds who couldn't show some humility and kindness if their life depended on it: and policing was just the last line of defense. As economic inequality grew, the police had more work, meaning they believed their work was more essential; insulting the intelligence of anyone who knew any better. The hope was that every time propaganda was given out to make police work feel less doglike, more people would feel joy in applying, and more people would be willing to work for less. To be fair, the police did command a risk premium for their services, but it could have been so much more if they had realized that they were basically janitorial staff or had they unionized for a reason other than power. Of course, many times, they existed for the express purpose of preventing those.
Of course, this is slightly naïve; many of them interacted with their arrestees until there was an inkling of a chance that they could get away with killing them; and some would create the situation: simply because many existed to kill, and in the modern world law enforcement was the only place a poor hick could enact their violence. Dogs had a distant cousin that struck fear into the hearts of man. But dogs, unlike men, traded away their violence for joy, and in a couple of generations, it became meaningless to compare them to their ancestors. There was nothing lost because violence was just a method of survival, not a reason to live, even if it was pivotal in every aspect of living: it was as mutable as the laws they were encouraged to be bound by. This is what the police didn't understand. They would invent stories on the violence of criminals to justify their noses, occasionally even planting evidence and fabricating stories to justify their pathology. They created stories about their inbred grandfathers and their rapist fathers and how fighting to die for other hicks is what made their lives worth living; how modern violence was too quick, and it was still important to be physically powerful, even though humanity could be taken away with the flash of a badge and a click of a trigger. Everything about their build was meaningless, although they still fought to encourage it. They enjoyed the phallic nature of the nightstick as an extension of themselves but were spoiled by convenience; many times, they would finish the job with their gun.
Although the purpose of the police was to protect and serve, the pattern of their arrests followed the beliefs and zeitgeist of the hicks of whatever country implemented them. This could be chalked up to the police not being as stupid as the animal they were modeled after. Which is to say, they had no honor, and all the lip service they gave to purpose ended up being worth less than, "they don't pay me enough to do this shit." The biased nature that led the police to think their victims were superhuman (which is to say demonic) meant they were outfitted with the remainders from that country's military and used that armor to ensure that they were at more negligible risk.
There was hypocrisy: from the public's perspective, the police were there to provide an interface of requisite risk-taking to combat individuals to which the law's economic incentives didn't make sense. Which is to say, by that definition, criminals acted more dangerously. Still, how do you know someone is a criminal until they commit a crime? And what? You're just going to kill every criminal? To behave ethically, the police needed to wait until the point of no return to act. Ideally, they would have given the presumed ne'er-do-well the benefit of the doubt when enacting their duty and taken the first bullet. But instead, they would let their animal instinct take over and let themselves jump the gun before any fangs were shown. Sometimes allowing their biases to generate fangs whenever convenient, propaganda providing the forensic evidence of teeth spawning from prone positions. Because they were more intelligent than dogs and thus unwilling to fulfill their duty to the letter. On the other hand, the dog only understood their duty, and any derivation from it was wholeheartedly an act of confusion. I guess that was the difference between a dog and a police officer. That dogs were willing to honor their risk premium. A dog was willing to give up its life for its owners; the police were only willing to give up their souls.
Of course, these are just predictions that generally played themselves out in reality; they were not necessary predictions. Power is just a prediction; sometimes, the criminal gets away, and sometimes the cops are criminals. A prediction could not be validated because once a prediction became validated, it became the past. And obviously, the past can't predict the future. How could it matter if a dog was blue or red? And regarding the oppressed, how could it possibly matter whether a dog got a bone or not? But of course, that's not the actual harm of abuse, although that isn't something the concept of humanity could understand. The categories of blue, red, and bone are all they could ever understand, and as such, when discussing humanity, it was important to meet them where they were at. To speak to them as if these predictions were necessary as if it mattered whether a dog got a bone or if they were blue or red, or if a human had a nature. They could only speak in terms of harm and effect; it was their nature and all they could really amount to, and in essence, why the police existed in the first place, a liaison to communicate in terms of harm. Because the only way to protect and serve was to cause harm to others.
From her perspective, better to be harmed by something you know than some other you don't. And if the home was too painful, you could always turn to the police, at least in theory. The police's record of dealing with domestic violence is a bit too cruel to talk about, so I won't paint that picture. A human existed to preserve a home and prevent harm, and they did so by causing harm and violating homes. Until they abandoned the notion of humanity, that's where they would stay.
What was the woman's fantasy? Just your run-of-the-mill rape fantasy, oh please, I have to get back home in time to feed my daughter; she's only 12; God, you're so strong; how many arrests have you made today, officer? Some stupid shit––it really doesn't matter.