The sadism of humans

Iori scowled as she lounged on the bed gazing at her phone. After the match, Katie had indeed ended up streaking and dancing nude in Times square. She was completely and utterly humiliated while Sherbert on the other hand had returned to Hawaii in tears. However, those two didn't matter to her. What she was concerned about was someone else.

"I know we're in America, but it's still rude to keep your shoes on while laying on the bed," Mimoko glared as she got out of the bath.

"Huh? You should know why I'm chillin' like this. Then again, maybe your brain's fried for the night considering you're rockin' a facial mask."

Mimoko let out an annoyed sigh. "Thanks to my mother, I've become addicted to putting beauty cream on my face whenever I take a bath."

"Beauty sleepover party!" Carol cheered as she grabbed the bottle of beauty cream from the bathroom and began smearing the cream all over her face.

"Oi, save some for my cute face," Iori grinned as she got up.

Mimoko shot Iori an odd glare. Ever since dinner, she had been completely blindsided and confused by Iori's recent actions and requests. She had begun to grasp that something was going on, but still hadn't figured out what. She also couldn't tell if Carol knew either.

"How about we go out for a night on the town?" Iori grinned as she headed into the bathroom and began wetting her hair down in the shower.

"What are you-"

"Hell yeah! Let's rock the cream n' robe look," Carol grinned as she wrapped her hair up in a towel before putting on a bathrobe.

Before Mimoko could protest, Carol shoved her into a chair and quickly put her sneakers on her.

"WHAT ARE- MMPH!?"

"Shh, Americans don't like to hear shouting at night," Carol smiled as she covered Mimoko's mouth with her hand.

"You could at least let me put my clothes on. Wearing just a robe and sneakers feels weird."

"I do it all time," Carol grinned as she slid her feet into her sneakers.

"Guess that makes me the only fully clothed girl around here. I guess I could ditch the socks, but they're part of my trademark look, and comfy to boot, so no shame in not ditching em. But when we get back, we're doing a bare foot stream," Iori grinned as she emerged from the bathroom.

Like Mimoko and Carol, she was now sporting a bathrobe and had wrapped her hair up in a towel as well as covered her face in beauty cream.

"Introducing, the new and improved anti-hair removal edition disguises."

Mimoko continued to be confused by Iori's antics, but at this point decided to roll with it. She had at least gotten the message that they all needed to get out of the hotel.

"And we're just going to leave our clothes here?" Mimoko glared.

"I mean, yeah. Oh, but make sure to stuff any pocket valuables in your tits."

Mimoko quickly began to regret taking a bath before hand.

"Relax, it's cool to go out like this. Plus the cold of the night meshes after ya come out of a hot shower," Carol grinned.

"I'm surrounded by weirdos," Mimoko groaned.

As the girls began walking out, Iori stared anxiously at her phone. Curious, Carol asked what was up and quickly went pale when Iori showed her. On screen was an article written by a paper known as the Blue Hornet, covering a speech made by Pewler.

"Huh? He said all that about me? That's just flat out lies," Mimoko fumed as she saw the article."

"No, this is bad. We should have gone with Boomer to Kansas," Carol trembled.

"What do you mean?"

Carol explained that the Blue Hornet was one of the most accredited newspapers in the country, however, the man running it was one of Pewler's biggest sycophants, meaning Pewler essentially controlled it.

"That's messed up. How is that even allowed!?"

"Simple, he makes it a state media in independent journalist clothing. We should have just gone to Kansas or flown to LA."

"No, it's possible that ponytailed fucker took that into account too. There should still be a train running, so we'll take that to the next town, then hop on a plane and go on the offense," Iori declared.

"'Go on the offense'!? Iori-chan, what do you-"

"We take out the ponytailed fucker once and for all. Bastard probably expects us to run, so we'll run straight for him and kill him."

Mimoko shook her head in disappointment as she let out a sigh and stared Iori down. "Iori-chan, I told you before, but I'm not OK with killing. Seriously, you're obsessed with killing, extreme humiliation, I know I put up with the latter, but I still can't help but wonder why you're like this."

Iori's expression darkened as she began to smirk. "Back in the day, there was this really popular romcom manga. It was mainly wholesome, but had a bit of a controversial ending. Anyway, I ended up writing a fanfic where the characters suffer and end up dying one by one. Why? Because I'm sadistic."

"What do you mean?"

"Humans are sadistic. We take pleasure in putting down others and making them bleed. That's why so many stories have characters suffering, because it scratches that sadistic itch humans have deep within. But some humans can't control their sadism and seek to inflict worldwide pain in order to satisfy it. Sometimes, they even become so sadistic they cross over into masochism. Though masochism is just being sadistic to yourself, so the point stands; humans are sadistic. We love making ourselves feel better at the expense of others. Our sadism is so strong that it's like a daily necessity to make someone else's day miserable to make yourself feel powerful. This is why bullying will never go away, why wars will always be raged, why opposing sides will never see eye to eye. Because we are all sadistic. Who cares about right or wrong, all that matters is asserting dominance and degrading your victim to shit. Happy endings? Nah, people want to see characters suffer because it excites them. They say the only constant in life is change, but I say human sadism is the other constant. You say there are heroes that seek to save the day? Nah, they're just culling their sadism by bashing monsters and demon kings. Then there's politics. Nothing but a sadist slug-fest. "Craft better policy for the good of the populace"? Nah, more like pass OUR policies to make the other side miserable. After all, to the victor go the spoils and the power to subject the losers to hell for pleasure. Sadism is an innate human trait. Even babies can be sadistic at times, and only get more sadistic as they age. And no matter what path they take or how their life goes, there will be looming sadism. Vengeance itself is rooted in paying back those that were sadistic to you with even greater sadism. We claim to cheer for a bullying victim beating the shit out of their bully, but in reality, we're cheering because we're sadistic and we love seeing people bleed. Then there's games. They're are nothing but ways for humans to soothe their sadism either by beating other humans or NPCs. Chess just so happens to be one of the most sadistic games out there due to it being purely skill-based and cutthroat. As such, the results of the game can land a critical hit on someone's mental state. More so if you beat them in the most humiliating fashion. Sadism will always be within every human, even if you actually do show someone compassion, in the back of your mind, you'll be thinking, "What if I kicked them while they were down? Would it feel great? How hilarious would it be to watch them die in agony?" Sadism is inescapable for humans. The only question is how much they let their innate sadism leak out and control their life."

Mimoko went quiet as she struggled to digest Iori's speech. Carol on the other hand, somberly nodded her head.

"Seems Carol-chan gets it, probably cuz she experienced human sadism first hand."

"Yes, and it also reminded me of how shit I was in college. I was hurling insults, demonizing innocents. My peers and I lied and said it was for the good of our movement, but it wasn't, it was just us justifying our power high. It really is a comedy. We often complained about how those with authority often abused their power, yet we acted just like them, and justified our actions the same way as them; that they were acts of justice. How pitiful, we were just a bunch of barbaric sadists, though I guess just like hypocrisy, sadism is human nature," Carol somberly smiled.

As the three headed down, they passed by Sheila, who didn't appear to recognize them. Once they were gone, Sheila began to scowl and pulled out her phone.

...

Pewler chuckled as he prepared to turn in for the night. "So Mimoko is allowing her unpredictable friend to run wild against Frisch's SPCMs. This is perfect. I was planning to just capitalize on Imelda's death, but now that both Mililani and Katie have been publicly humiliated, this will only add to the furor. I'll need to have Jacque act quickly though in order to capitalize on it."

...

A short man with a small tuft of blue hair on his head smirked as he gathered before a large crowd. His name was Jacque Horner, the chief editor at the Blue Hornet, and one of Pewler's right hand men. He was an incredibly sadistic man who enjoyed ruining lives with his paper. However, he was also very smart. Had he not been, the Blue Hornet would be considered nothing but a tabloid instead of one of the country's most accredited papers.

He always carried two phones with him. One was specifically for contacting people and doing research, while the other was for writing articles on the fly. He hadn't even gotten Pewler's message before he finished and posted his second hit-piece on Mimoko. 

Once he did get the message, a malicious smirk formed on his face. "Seems they only dug their heels in deeper. I was right to get a mob formed. Now we just gotta find out where exactly they are," he thought as he faced the crowd. "My comrades, I have just received an exclusive scoop from my courageous colleagues in the field. Apparently, the vile Mimoko Inoue has publicly humiliated not just the world's most wholesome Ewetuber, Sherbert, but also Sherbert's dear friend, Katie Knox. This is atrocious."

The large crowd agreed with Horner and began chanting insults.

"I hear you. And that is why, we must punish her. I hear she is staying at a nearby hotel. Let's drag her out into the light and pass judgement since the corrupt and heartless authorities seek to protect her!"

As the crowd began chanting against Mimoko, Horner received a message from Pewler. "Oh? Staying at the fancy hotel, but sneakily making a break for it? Well, you just fell into our trap. Now you can be hunted down, but naturally, the embodiment of journalistic integrity such as myself will report that you were apprehended by the people who fight for compassion and all that's good. Hmm, I would love to kill her, but I believe it was said she had not just a blessing, but DESPER keys too. A shame those things can cause a DESPER holder's DESPER to be summoned and activated. But, if I keep my distance, a girl like Mimoko will never be able to touch me, then the mob can rough her up and kill her friends. Then, she'll not only be thrown in jail, but truly broken in mind and spirit. Oh Michiko, you truly were a smart woman and came so close to breaking her. Damn the oni-tiger for sentencing you to hell. Heh, perhaps I should rile everyone up a bit more with Michiko's story. Naturally with no negative connotations associated with dear Michiko," he thought as he faced the crowd once more.

...

Iori and Carol dragged Mimoko with them as they ran as fast as they could.

"Slow down, will you!?" Mimoko growled.

"Sorry, no brakes. We gotta run like a pizza man's chasing us," Iori grinned.

"Pizza what!?"

"The pizza pasta man from the Pistachio Ragu game," Carol smiled.

Mimoko didn't get the reference at all, though even if she did, it wouldn't have improved her mood anymore.

"I can't keep up, hail a  cab or something.

The three hailed a cab and all seemed to be going well until the cab driver suddenly began driving in the wrong direction.  Iori realized they had fallen into a trap and immediately sprung into action before the rouge cabby could react. She first broke the window with a kick, causing the rogue cabby to slam on the breaks in shock, but that was a fatal mistake as he played right into Iori's hands. Before he could even dart his head around, Iori climbed out the window and smashed the window on the driver's side door, sending glass into the rouge cabby's face. He screamed in pain as Iori flung open the door and hurled him out before climbing into the drivers seat and slamming the door.

"Bet you didn't expect me to expect you to be an enemy. Well, sucks for you, but I had my GPS and secret lie detector running and caught you in the act," she thought as she glanced at the rouge cabbie withering on the ground in pain. "Hold on tight, we're going for a ride."

Mimoko's and Carol's eyes bulged out of their heads as they quickly found themselves on Iori's taxi roller coaster raceway.

"SLOW DOWN AND STOP SWERVING!" Mimoko shouted.

"I CAN'T HOLD MY PHONE STRAIGHT!" Carol shouted.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT!? WE'RE GONNA DIE IF THIS KEEPS UP, YOU IDIOT!"

"Chill, I've driven in games before," Iori snickered as she smashed through a trash can.

"OH, A GAME YOU SAY. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A LICENSE!"

"And I don't have time to get one. Those bastards move fast."

Mimoko managed to look out the window and notice a caravan of cars chasing them. However, they weren't police cars, but buses full of angry people that appeared to be directing their animosity at her and the others.

Carol however, appeared to be the most frightened. "No... It's just like with Christian. That fucker's trying to kill us with a mob."

Mimoko went pale as she realized the gravity of the situation. "Iori-chan, did you know-"

"Save it for when we're home free," Iori glared as she pulled the DESPER key case out of her breasts.

"TWO HANDS ON THE WHEEL!"

"I know, I know... Here." Iori nodded as she tossed the DESPER key case back to Mimoko. "Don't fuck things up like with your bro."

Before Mimoko could react, the cab pulled up to a train platform on the outskirts of town. The train was still there, but appeared to be leaving, so everyone hopped out of the car and sped towards the gates. They managed to get their tickets and reach the platform just in time, however, Carol suddenly began to hyperventilate as she noticed the angry mob approaching them.

"H- Horner... Horner! He's here!" Carol stuttered as she pointed at Horner.

Iori glanced down into her cleavage before letting out a sigh.

"So it's come to this. Mimo-chan, take care of Carol-chan," Iori smiled as she pushed Mimoko and Carol inside the train.

"Iori-chan, what are you doing!? Get on!"

Iori merely smiled as the doors shut and the train began to depart. Mimoko and Carol desperately began banging on the door, but to no avail.

Once the train was out of sight, Iori smiled and pulled a DESPER key out of her breasts. "Like moths to a flame."

"Seems you intend to sacrifice yourself, but it won't work. Let us pass judgement!" Horner shouted as the mob, charged at Iori.

Iori began repeatedly mumbling something under her breath as she charged towards the mob. She effortlessly leapt over the first wave of attackers and began hopping atop them as she  extended the DESPER key towards Horner. As soon as she got within 10 ft of him, a flash of light erupted, blinding everyone but Iori. When everyone could see again, Horner was trapped inside a barrier along with Iori.

"So you had a DESPER key. Well no matter, we'll win this match anyway," Horner glared as he headed towards the chessboard that had spawned.

"'We'? Ah yes, you're all in this together," Iori maliciously thought.