World of Women - World of Women: Zero - Chapter 1

Probably not what you were expecting, but I felt some inspiration and wrote this. This would be the first chapter of… let’s say… a spiritual successor to World of Women. It’s technically a prequel, but that would be loosely speaking. It takes place in the World of Women “World”, I’ve had thoughts of making the world an IP of its own. I also have another short novel in my mind. Anyway, this is chapter 1. There is a prologue, but I feel like this is a stronger start. Anyway, feel free to let me know what you think. WoW is on its last 10-20 chapters, so it will be over soon, and I know a lot of people like the concept of wow if not the story itself. This one might be better than the original, like other Zeros that have come out. Who knows? Give it a shot.

“Will the defendant please rise?”

I stood up, the chains on my arms and feet rattling as I shifted in place. Behind me, the eyes of countless individuals were glaring at my back. If I looked, some of them would have expressions of disgust. Others would have expressions of anger, or horror. Next to me, a mopey lawyer with a fake toupee wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked around nervously as if he was afraid the verdict was his own.

That was my court-appointed lawyer. I couldn’t afford my own, so I was given this bug-eyed weaselly sleazeball. Numerous times, he had deliberately sabotaged the case. He never believed I was innocent. Then again, no one did. For a brief period, I had become the most hated man in the world. News programs condemned me, and even the president had denounced me as evil. How could I have a fair and balanced trial given this level of press?

“After careful consideration of the evidence presented during this trial, the jury has found you guilty of all charges. You are guilty of first-degree murder. This court recognizes the severity and premeditated nature of your actions. You have taken many lives in a manner that is both heinous and without remorse. The impact of your crimes has not only ended many innocent lives but has irreparably damaged the lives of the various victim’s families and loved ones.”

The judge paused for a moment, looking out at all of the people behind me with a remorseful and apologetic look. It felt like an act he was performing. He was quite pleased with the verdict. After all, he was fucking my mother. You see, even if I had a better lawyer and didn’t appear in the crosshairs of a slow media cycle, things wouldn’t have turned out much differently. After all, the people who sold me out first were my own family.

“However, perhaps the most disgusting of your crimes is those you perpetrated at home. You hurt the ones closest to you, your mother who raised you, and your sister who idolized you. You took advantage of them and abused them. Perhaps, if your father hadn’t been a scumbag who fled his children when he was younger…”

“My father was a good man!” I shouted, taking a step forward, the chain stopping me from moving more.

This caused the entire crowd to burst out into chatter. A woman cried out like I had just attacked her, and no less than five police had their hands on their pistols and they approached me, ready to assault an unarmed, locked-up man for daring to defend his father.

“Order! Order!” The judge slammed the gavel. “Don’t make me charge you with contempt in court.”

“What more charges do you need? You’re already putting me to death! Get on with it!” I snarled.

A malicious grin formed on his lips. “Yes, the quicker I sentence you, the quicker this world can get rid of you. Before that, some of the victims would like to speak.”

I closed my lips as people began to come up, one after another, to give their impact statements. I didn’t know if this was typically done now, but with such a kangaroo court where everyone was trying to blame me, I had no choice but to listen. Family members of various victims came up, one after another. Some spoke with anger, some cried, while others just looked at me accusingly.

“You murdered and raped my sister! Admit it!” One woman grew hysterical and had to be escorted away by a cop, although he still pulled her by me close enough that she could spit on my face as she passed.

Perhaps, I would have felt worse. Perhaps I would have been repentant. Except, I wasn’t the one who killed them. There was a serial rapist and murderer out there who had killed twelve women in our area, and the world had decided I was that serial killer. I admitted that I had never been a great guy, but I was no killer. I was no rapist.

It all started when my dad left. Rather, it was more accurate to say that my dad fled. On the night before he ran away, he snuck into my room. At the time, I was only eight. He told me that my mother was insane. He said that she wanted him dead. He was convinced she was going to kill him and then collect the life insurance. He wanted me to go with him, but at the time, I was a momma’s boy, and Dad’s frantic expression frightened me. I still remember the look of regret on his face as he slipped out my window. It was the last time I ever saw him.

After that, Mom changed. She stopped being kind to me. It was like she blamed me for her husband leaving. The house fell apart, and my sister was allowed to do whatever she wanted. She was only two years younger than me, but she was far wilder. By thirteen, she was going out to do drugs, have sex, and commit crimes. However, my mother still doted on her, while giving me nothing.

Eventually, Mom started dating the judge. He was married, so their relationship was kept a secret. I thought that was messed up, so I told Mom to leave him, but that only turned him against me. He began to see me as a risk. He even threatened that if his wife found out about his relationship with my mom, I’d be tossed in jail for trumped-up charges. Of course, I didn’t know her, and I had no desire to tell anyone anything.

After all the family spoke, the next person was my mom. She was a somber woman with bags under her eyes and pale skin. She looked like a woman who had lived a hard life, but now I could see some of that insanity in her eyes, the look that caused Dad to flee.

“My son, I don’t know where I went wrong in raising you. That night that you chose to wear a mask and rape me, I tried to deny it was you for the longest time. However, once I learned about what you did to your sister, I could no longer hold back the truth.”

One night, a masked man broke into our house and raped my mother. It was a horrible event, and the part that hurt me the most was that I was in the room right next to her, and I never heard a thing. The doors were all locked and there were no signs of forced entry. The guy used a condom, so there was no evidence there, but they found my DNA on her panties.

This confused me for the longest time, but then I read that modern-day genotyping is so sensitive that clothing could exchange DNA in the washing machine. Thus, if I came in my underwear, if that underwear was washed with anyone else’s clothing, some of my DNA could transfer that way.

My mom continued to sink into herself after the rape, but she had never accused me. That was until the day I turned eighteen, that was when my life ended.

My mother had finished her speech, mostly saying I was evil like my father and would burn in hell, and then my sister stood up. My sister and I had never been close, but perhaps this betrayal hurt the most. This was because I knew Mom legitimately believed I had raped her. It was only after my sister came out, and the police told her about the DNA, and then questioned her for hours on end that my mother finally broke down and accused me. However, when it came to my sister, she was a complete liar.

My sister suddenly declared I had been abusing her sexually. I wasn’t sure what caused her to turn in such a manner. It was early in the day and everyone was in the family room when they called me. The judge was there, as was my sister’s current boyfriend, a tattooed gangbanger who looked rather scary. At least, he intimidated me, and even after inviting me out to hang out twice, I vehemently refused. Something about him gave me a bad feeling.

That was when she accused me. I tried to deny it, but as soon as I got angry, the gangbanger and the judge beat the crap out of me. They threw me out onto the front lawn and my head hit the pavement. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in cuffs in the back of a cop car. My sister was crying while telling the police a legion of lies.

“Brother… even after everything you’ve done… I still love and care about you.” My sister spoke with wet eyes and a gentle smile.

I knew that everything she was saying was garbage lies though. At the time of my arrest, I still had a little bit of hope. It would only be the days that followed when I received blow after blow. First off, they went through my laptop and discovered all of the incest porn I downloaded. I had other porn too, I just happened to like incest porn. Of course, this only solidified my sister’s claims.

I may have fantasized a few times about my mother or my sister. That alone was enough to make me feel guilty. The cops questioned me so hard, and when I asked for a lawyer, the cops guilted me into refusing, saying stuff about how expensive lawyers were and whether was I going to sink my family into destitution just to defend my evil actions.

For three days, they questioned me with only eight hours of rest in between. When they revealed my mother accused me of raping her, and I broke down. I couldn’t make out left from right. I started wondering if my fetish had manifested. Maybe, while I was asleep, I had wandered into my mother’s room and molested my sister. In that moment of confusion and weakness, I confessed. Of course, I recanted the confession once I had the lawyer, but it was too late. It was a done case by then.

That’s when the serial killer charges came up. When that appeared, I was completely flummoxed. I had heard about women disappearing, and some guy they were calling the night predator. I never confessed to those charges, but not only did they use my confession as if it included those charges, but they also found various things in my home that collaborated. They found the panties of the victims in my room. This caused the name Night Predator to change into The Panty Predator.

I was never able to explain how they got there. I guessed that the judge planted them there to get me out of the picture. However, my lawyer advised me not to make any such declarations, and thus I kept my mouth shut. At the time, I thought he had my back, and it was only as the trial ended that I noticed him speaking with the judge in a jovial manner that I realized he and the judge were tight. I had been sabotaged from the beginning. I requested a new lawyer, but given how far the trial was along, he said a new lawyer couldn’t be provided, so I could either go with him or no lawyer at all. In the end, I was stuck with the sleazeball.

My sister finally finished, and as she passed me I found a quick look of mockery before she returned to her boyfriend’s side. She then burst out into tears on command like a psychopath while he tried to soothe her.

“The laws of this state provide that the maximum penalty for first-degree murder is death.” The judge continued. “In reaching this sentence, I have weighed the mitigating and aggravating factors presented by both the prosecution and the defense. This court must ensure that justice is served, and in this case, the aggravating factors significantly outweigh any mitigating circumstances.”

I already knew the verdict. Everyone knew the verdict. Still, there was a moment where everyone held their breath, waiting for him to give it.

“Therefore, this court judges that you, Christan Thorn, are to be taken from this place to a lawful prison, and from there, at a time and place designated by the appropriate authorities, you shall be put to death by means of electrocution. May God have mercy on your soul.”

The judge couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he finished the proclamation. The crowd exploded into cheers and clapping. The only person who felt sad and empty inside was me. Everyone else was crying and hugging each other like sentencing a man to death was a joyous occasion. I didn’t cry. I didn’t react at all. Perhaps, some criminal justice channel will say my stunned silence was proof that I was a psychopath. Who knew?

If there was any blessing at all, it was that the sentencing was incredibly quick. One of the victims had a son dying from cancer, and his make-a-wish was to see me burn before he died. This pulled on the heartstrings of all the people in the most sadistic way possible, and in only two months, I was being locked into the electric chair. As they tightened the straps, I let out a little burp.

At least, my final meal had been good. I had asked for steak and garlic mashed potatoes. I could still taste the garlic on my breath. It was probably the last pleasure I’d ever experience in this life. The guard who was strapping me in glared at me like my garlic breath was equivalent to spitting on him.

There was a mirror across from me, and behind that mirror were likely all the families, including that cancer child, eagerly awaiting my death. I wondered if my sister and mother were there. If it was my sister, she was probably sadistically waiting to enjoy seeing me fry. My mother might have conflicted feelings, but she made it clear she wanted me dead too. There wasn’t a single person in this world who wanted me to be alive.

“My son, as we stand here in these final moments, know that God’s mercy is infinite. He sees into your heart and knows your repentance. Let us pray together for your soul’s peace and salvation.” The priest began.

God? What God? If there was a God, how could he allow an innocent man to burn like this? There was no justice in this world. Not only would I die for no reason, but a serial killer would likely continue to walk free.

I allowed him to finish.

“Do you repent of all your sins and ask for God’s forgiveness?”

“Fuck God,” I muttered.

The Priest’s eyes widened, and I could see the prison warden’s eyes narrowing. In this entire façade, it was the first time I had done anything nasty, but I didn’t care anymore.

“You should watch your mouth.” The priest grumbled. “Do you want to go to hell?”

“I’m innocent.” I snarled. “What god would kill an innocent man? Fuck you, and fuck your god! I’d rather be a demon in hell than anything with a god.”

“Hmph, suit yourself. I gave you a chance at salvation.” He turned and walked away.

“Fuck your salvation. Fuck all of you! You’re all the ones that will burn. You want to know my only regret! I wish I had raped my sister! I should have fucked Mom. I should have had my way with countless women.”

“Just pull it.” The warden gave the nod.

“If I’m born again, I’m going to fuck every woman I meet! I will paint the world with my seed. I won’t die a virgin aga-“

He pulled the lever, and then two thousand volts of electricity shot through me. Anything I wanted to say froze. I was pretty sure I bit my tongue off since they didn’t even bother to put anything in my mouth or cover my face. Maybe that was a request from the cancer boy too. My last thoughts as I slipped into darkness weren’t kindness. Instead, I hated a world where everyone would abandon me.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

I hated a world where no one cared.

“I’ll protect you. I promise I won’t let anything bad happen. Just wake up.”

I hated a world where no one loved me.

“Mommy loves you.”

My eyes snapped open. I immediately had to squint as there was a sun looking back down at me. The first thing I felt was pain, and then I felt raindrops. Wait, it was sunny, and raining? One of the raindrops touched my lips.

“Salt?” I croaked, and I saw a puff of smoke come out of my mouth.

“You’re alive!” A voice cried out, and then I felt someone wrap their arms around me, their small chest pressing somewhat softly against my own.

“Damn, she made it.” I heard a woman’s voice say scornfully.

The woman on top of me pulled away, standing up and turning away. “You had no right! You know she can’t use magic! Why would you use a lightning bolt on her!”

I was finally able to get a better look at the woman. I realized that she was wearing a maid outfit. She had long, flowing hair that was the color of chestnuts which cascaded gently over her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel and seemed to contain flecks of gold. Her skin was smooth and fair, and she had a natural blush on her cheeks which made her appear fresh and radiant. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Watch it, servant.” The girl across from her declared. “You may be part of the house Thorn, but that doesn’t mean I fear you. The house of Thorn isn’t what it once was.”

She was also beautiful, with vibrant red hair that came down in enchanting waves. If she didn’t have a snobbish look on her face, she would have been a beauty even greater than the maid. She was wearing a cloak that spread out and riding gloves, giving her the appearance of some kind of princess off for adventure. The maid took a step back, looking a bit unsure.

“House of Rose has become quite bold, it seems.” A darker, more confident, and feminine voice sounded out.

I looked back and nearly did a double-take. This woman was wearing a dress with a slit down the side, and it showed her long, luxurious legs. She had black hair which was tied into a long braid that ran down her back. Her hair was so smooth and slick, and her skin was flawless. If the other two were young beauties, then she was a beauty in full maturity. Why did I suddenly wake up in a movie surrounded by Hollywood beauties?

“Madame Thorn!” The red-haired girl’s smug expression disappeared instantly. “It wasn’t my fault! She challenged me!”

When she spoke, she pushed a finger out at me. Was I already being accused of things I hadn’t done? It seemed like when it came to women, some things never changed. I didn’t pay much attention though, as I was still trying to figure out where I was.

“Is this true?” The older woman didn’t look at me, but the maid.

“A-ah… technically, but it was because she called her ugly!”

“Hmph! She is ugly!” The redhead declared. “She doesn’t even have boobs. Her chin is thick, she has no butt, and I even see hair above her lip. She might be the ugliest woman I have ever seen! How could I not react when she started staring at me like a degenerate? I’m not one of those women consumed by her lust that she sleeps with other women. Gross! I’ll await my anointment. Only God will be my lover!”

“That’s very noble of you.” The older woman seems unperturbed by the younger woman’s rant. “Maid, take Christan inside and get her cleaned up. This just seems to be an innocent squabble between children.”

“Huh? I’m not…” My voice cracked, and I couldn’t help but touch my throat.

The maid ran over and grabbed me. “Come Christan. I’ll give you a good bath!”

“Wait… where, huh?” I was really confused, but the maid smelled good and she helped me up, taking me back.

That’s when I noticed we were in the backyard of a large mansion. I didn’t see what else was said between the redhead and the woman as I was dragged into the mansion. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a rather ornate and well-decorated home with many rooms and long hallways. As I passed one room, a girl stepped out.

“Oh, big sister, are you hurt again?” the girl looked worried, but I had come to notice when a woman wasn’t being genuine.

Her eyes held mockery and disdain. That’s when her words struck me.

“Sister? Who are you?”

She blinked, and the maid grabbed me tighter. “The poor girl got her noggin zapped with electricity. She might have lost some memories. Don’t you worry about your big sister? I’ll get her cleaned up.”

“Hmph, who asked?” The sister didn’t even hide her scorn as she looked at the maid.

The maid didn’t seem to mind, grabbing me and continuing to drag me through the house. Eventually, we entered a large humid room, and I realized there was a hot spring inside it. I was expecting the made to give me a towel or something, but the next thing I knew, she was stripping me down.

“What are you doing?” I cried out.

“Those clothes are burnt to a crisp!” She responded.

“My clothes.” I frowned, touching some of it and watching it flake off.

I immediately pulled off my shirt and wiped some of my skin, but there was only pink tissue underneath.

“I used a little healing or your injuries would be worse. Don’t let the madame know I stole a healing rune.” She winked at me. “Now, if you’re well enough to take off your clothing… then…”

She reached down and then began to pull off her uniform. When it fell away, I could see her body in revealing black lingerie.

“Ah, what are you doing?”

She blinked just as she was undoing her bra. “Eh? Taking a bath together, like we always do.”

“Always…” I breathed. “You’re a girl though!”

She made a face. “I’m a woman now, or have you still not noticed.”

“That makes it worse.”

“Nonsense.” She said as she took off her bra. “Give me one good reason we can’t bath?”

I didn’t know how to argue with her. I wasn’t sure why I was arguing with her, but this was all way too strange. The last thing I remembered was being killed as everyone cheered, and now a cute maid wanted to bathe me. Saying I was confused was an understatement.

“This!” I finally declared, pulling down my pants and revealing my dick.

I did check on the way. With everyone calling me a girl, I was starting to think that maybe I reincarnated into a girl’s body. However, I was a boy.

She looked down at my penis and then spoke under her breath. “It’s still getting bigger.”

“Exactly…”

“Okay then.” she grabbed me, at this point she had even taken off her underwear. “Into the bath with you!”

“Huh?”

She jumped into the pool, but her arms were around me so she pulled me with her. The two of us ended up in the pool. She was wet and naked, and she was slippery too, and so even as I tried to fight her, she managed to strip off the rest of my clothing and toss the wet, delipidated outfit to the edge of the spring. I finally managed to get my head above the surface, taking a breath.

That’s when I saw the woman. Her hair was damp, and water ran down her naked chest. She had a sponge in one hand, and a glass bottle of soap in the other.

“It’s scrubby time!” Her eyes gleamed. “Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!”

“Wait, ahhhhh!”

Somehow, I wondered if I had died, and this was hell.