A long time ago there was an era of male chauvinist and rage. Women were submitted as slaves and objects, there was no respect to one another. Men fought country after country, taking and tasting women from all around the world. Barbarians, they called them. Men so savage and hungry for pleasure. Women so wasted and terrorized to stand. The barbarian king stood at his bone throne watching the slaves pass and clean around him. Lust made his muscles tight as his gaze traveled to the women in rags scrubbing at the floor in front of him. His boots full of mud came to her vision while terror crept her body. He took her in that spot, in those awful seconds. The barbarians would take all the pleased from them and leave them once more to suffer or sometimes they slaughter them. But for Eloisa it was different, the barbarian king would take her everyday not caring what chores she was doing nor who was in sight. Sometimes he got drunk on her skin in the middle of reunions. She suffered like a wild cat locked in a cage that she could barely move on. She was tired of the chauvinist of the world around her, of the abuses every single woman had to suffer. When they did laundry or when they prepared the food, the all talked. They plotted and discussed all the things that worked in their little head. That night the barbarian took her with no compassion in his body, his eyes red in desire and lust. It was in that moment when he lay beside her that she took the dagger out. There was no time for him to scream for she had already slipped his throat. "Woman are a great mind" she whispered in his ear "we can make the world rise or crumble at our feet" The king was down. When she walked out of the room with bloodied hands all the men were gone, either executed or pledging alliance. When the last barbarian fell a new era began. A queen rose and woman began to rule. If you thought the men were awful, woman were worse.