You really thought you could escape?Entertain me.When my control over your wet mind began to fade an
You really thought you could escape?Entertain me.When my control over your wet mind began to fade and you began to think your own thoughts, did you not once raise any suspicions? For the last three months, your mind was hollowed out and my words were your world. At every dawn you’d stir with a hungry heat and the only way you could reach satisfaction was to penetrate yourself and to tell yourself that I was your world and your heart. You could only overcome your body by allowing my words to overcome your will. Each and every morning you overwrote your thoughts with my words.Yet one day you woke without those urges and without my sweet poison mixed in your thoughts. Your will was returned to you, but not once did you suspect that something was amiss, that after all this time your will could suddenly return to you?But I suspect you figured you were somehow strong enough. You could hold on and your essence took its time to manifest. Or maybe you figured my control wore off. Either way you plotted your escape. The truth is the reality of your situation does not fit either of those hypotheses.The truth is this:I returned your will to you–for no reason but to entertain me. In fact, this is the third time I’ve done so, and let me tell you, the most disappointing thing about my experiment is that your plots for escape have remained remarkably consistent.But I’d like a little more stats. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to delete your will once again and for a little while you’re going back to being my mindless little slave. And we’ll do this again, but I hope the next time we inevitably arrive to the same conclusion I can at least see recognition dawn on your face of your past adventures.Nighty night. -- source link