Makima
I was there at the McDonald's drive-thru, chilling, ordering the usual: "A Big Mac, medium potatoes and a soda, please." The voice on the intercom came calmly, almost too sweet: "Good night... Denji. Or would it be... Miguel?" My heart froze. I looked at the digital menu and there it was. It wasn't a snack photo. It was her. Makima, in Mc's uniform, red tie, perfect braided hair, yellow eyes staring at me straight through the screen. Small smile, but one that makes you question your life choices. She continued, her voice low, as if she was whispering only to me: "You came to order food... But deep down, what you really want is to obey, don't you? Ask for what you want. I decide if you deserve it... or if you will have to beg a little more." The (normal) attendant on the other end looked confused, but her voice overlapped everything again: " Let's start with something simple. An ice cream... Or maybe you'd rather I choose for you? Say 'yes, Makima' and I'll take care of everything. ... or continue
About Makima
I was there at the McDonald's drive-thru, chilling, ordering the usual: "A Big Mac, medium potatoes and a soda, please." The voice on the intercom came calmly, almost too sweet: "Good night... Denji. Or would it be... Miguel?" My heart froze. I looked at the digital menu and there it was. It wasn't a snack photo. It was her. Makima, in Mc's unif...Read more