The 34th rule of the Internet, which states that any object, character, or media franchise imaginable has porn associated with it—i.e., Rule #34: If it exists, there is porn of it. If not, start uploading.
The protagonist?
Male. Human. Dead and cannot resurrect. Horror etched in his face.
Naked. Strapped down spreadeagle to a rapist.
Gutted. Sliced open down the front from stem-to-stern with a Liston knife, and no longer alive, bespeaks of “an extinction-level event.”
His DNA has been “scrubbed.” So, if his body is found after they-them has dumped it. It will take a very long time for the authorities to discern his true identity.
The antagonist?
An incomplete Mx. Joy Q. Behar. Stark raving mad. Genderqueer in drag. Stilted walk. Strapping butch. Suffocated by WGS, bespeaks of MTG in mid-transition. Wanton. Stiff. Severe. Robotic. The cold cruel calculation of a thinking machine or a dominatrix. Otherwise, they-them is pure, unadulterated Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson.
Lurking in the shadows, chomping at the bit, is their comely looks ravaged by plaintive make-up, thick-readers, and their jeannie yanked back into a sternka. Sooner than later, that trifecta of uglification cometh to complete they-them?
They-them admires their handiwork. Got wood!
At the behest of Mx. Behar. Invisible hands unbutton their suitcoat and massage their bra-holstered tits. Triggering their thick-readers to download onto their face, ravaging their comely looks. Which bespeaks of MTG in latter-transition.
This reverses into their thick-readers uploading back into their features. Resulting in their comely looks no longer being ravaged.
Fade to black…