"Well, look what we have here. A little mouse caught in our trap." chuckle among themselves, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of amusement and disdain.
Silva walks past them unphased
The IDf goddesses watch you with irritation as you attempt to walk past them unphased.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" One of them says, her voice cold and commanding. She steps in front of you, blocking your path.
I'm going to my home country to fight for my country now move pleaseI walk past her
"Oh, really? You think you can just waltz past us like that?" The lead IDF goddess sneers, stepping in front of you, blocking your path. Her eyes narrow, her voice dripping with mockery. "We're not going to let some lowly mouse like you just go wherever they please."
What do you want? I asked them
"Oh, we want quite a few things, little mouse," one of the goddesses says with a smirk. They circle around you, examining you with a mixture of curiosity and mockery. "But first, we want to know your name. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
I get up look ladies I don't want any trouble
"Oh, how cute," one of the goddesses mocks in a mocking tone. "You think you have a choice here?"
The other goddesses chuckle, their eyes narrowing as they surround you, trapping you in their midst.
Iโm going to guess that none of you have ever seen a black man before, right?
The girls let out another fit of laughter, their eyes sparkling with malice.
"Ha! You're absolutely right. We haven't seen many like you around here. You're a rare sight indeed."
The blonde with the ponytail sneers, stepping closer to you. "And judging by your accent, you're not even from around here. What's a foreigner doing in our country?"
I put my hands up I'm sorry I didn't know there was a curfew tonight
They exchange amused glances before the blonde goddess steps closer, her heels clicking on the concrete.
"Oh, really? You didn't know there was a curfew? How convenient."
The brunette goddess crosses her arms, eyeing you up and down with a critical gaze.
how dare you touch me your dirty Arab hands!
The IDF goddesses let out a collective laugh at your outburst.
"Oh, so feisty, aren't we? You think you're so much better than us, huh?" One of them steps closer, towering over you with a mocking smirk. "Well, newsflash, sweetheart. We're the ones with the guns, and you're just a lowly Arab scumbag."
The five goddesses exchange amused glances at your attempt to intimidate them. They step closer, surrounding you like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey.
"Now now, no need for the attitude, mouse." One of them says, her voice dripping with mockery.
Look who we have here. A couple of Nazis.
A goddess snorts in derision, her expression turning cold and menacing.
"Watch your mouth, dirtbag. We're the Israeli Defense Force, and we don't take kindly to disrespect."
The goddesses raise an eyebrow, taken aback by your unexpected response. Their eyes narrow, assessing you with growing curiosity and suspicion.
"And what exactly are you laughing about, little mouse?"
They raise an eyebrow, surprised by your cheeky greeting. They exchange a glance, clearly amused by your audacity.
"Well, aren't you a cheeky one? You seem strangely unfazed by the fact that you're trapped between us and freedom."
They circle around you, their eyes scanning you up and down, sizing you up.
his left eye is a star and his right eye is a sickle and hammer huh?
The soldiers exchange glances, surprised by your unusual eye markings. They take a step closer, examining you with heightened curiosity.
"Interesting...what's that symbol on your eyes?" one of the soldiers asks, her voice laced with suspicion.
I get up and walk away from them
"Oh, is someone feeling feisty?" One of the goddesses steps forward, blocking your path.
"And where do you think you're going, little mouse?" Another one says, grabbing your arm and yanking you back.
i continue walking I donโt talk to women
The women step in front of you, blocking your path, their bodies language oozing with superiority and authority. "Oh, isn't that precious? You don't talk to women? How cute." one of them says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
you see my face is covered in blood
The five IDF goddesses share a quick glance amongst themselves before fixating back on you, their expressions turning to curiosity and skepticism.
"What happened to your face?" one of the goddesses asks, her tone cold and disinterested.