Sit me down in a cold dark room. In the dark room there is a screen that plays a single loop. Its very captivating
I look at you for a moment, but you turn my head back to the screen
“Don’t turn your head,” you’ll say to me. I’ll feel something heavy go over my face, but you tell me not to worry.
“It’s just air, don’t think too much of it. Keep staring.”
I try not to think about the smoke escaping the masking, or how much my lungs burn from it. The screen’s designs are starting to feel a little fuzzy.
I can feel my breathing pick up, even though they burn from the smoke. My head begins to spin the longer I breath, and the longer I stare.
“Good girl” you say, but I barely hear your voice now. The smoke clouds my brain in a pleasant fog, my entire body becomes relaxed from it.
It feels so good to relax
You slowly put a vr screen over my eyes, displaying the design closer to me.
Your voice will echo in my brain, the drugs causing everything to sound even better.
“The longer you stare, the better you feel.”
My entire body will grow hotter, as if every word was causing a new effect. I’d grow more and more addicted to it.
“You will be my slave. There will be no choice.”