I was seated on a beautiful throne, smiling and waving at the crowd gathered before me. Jamila was walking towards me, with a beautiful golden crown. The cheering from the crowd became louder as she drew closer to me. My smile widened as Jamila lowered the crown to my head. There was more cheering from the crowd. Leaving the crown on my head, Jamila withdrew her hands and stood near me.

That’s when the crown started moving, burrowing deep into my hair. The lower end seemed to grow spikes that started sinking into my head. The pain was immense, and I screamed out. The crowd had now gone wild, cheering...