"I don't want to fuck them. They make themselves easy targets. It's not my fault it's so easy! They shouldn't be so weak. They should act like real men." Some of them cried. How sad was that? The more femme, the more whiny. He felt they had to deserve a little bit of toughening up. "I made them stronger, adversary might actually make them better men in the end. All those pretty, nice things they have and I bet they don't put in any effort either!"

People in offices sat in chairs and did nothing, at least he was out and about, working hard. "It's hustle life, ain't no one ever told you? I'm just surviving. I'm the apex predator." Or was. Until this happened. Now Jonathan was the apex. "If you call the cops, I'll tell them you tried to rape me like a gross pervert!"