How tishtastic would it be if a Weekenders Reviewed blog existed right now

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How tishtastic would it be if a Weekenders Reviewed blog existed right now
Trapped. Sweat running down your neck and face, you could barely move from the short length of the chains that bound you. Held you in place.
You had gone from a simple night's walk home from work to waking up in a damp, half finished basement, a dangling lightbulb flickering in just enough of a random pattern to remain annoying, and Her.
She had been knelt down right in from of you, grinning a demented smile while mutter something nearly incomprehensible. You strained your ears just trying to understand Her strange muttering.
"mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine MINE" She had grabbed your hand, Her glowing eyes locked onto your own as She got even closer.
"You must understand my sweet precious innocent darling, everything I did, everything Im doing, everything I will do. Its all for you. You. Your perfection shone a brilliant light into my life, one that I simply couldnt ignore. I needed it. I need it forever, I couldnt let your perfection be snuffed out by the common filth in the world. They would just try to steal you. Take your light for their own. But I rescued you from all that. Youre mine. My sweet, soft, lovely prey"
Her tail was swaying back and forth, Her eyes glowing with an intense need that seemed to suck your eyes in, you were trapped, trapped by Her, taken by Her.
"You wont need anything else but Me, no one else knows you like it do. I know your food preferences, your morning and evening routine. The sites you browse, the people you talk to. I know it all." Your heart was pounding in your chest, you tried to struggle, move, to do anything, but She simply pressed more of herself onto you, Her tail flicking to and fro. She was enjoying every second of this.
Grinning, She kept talking, Her eyes seemingly brighter and more eyecatching than ever. "Oh and no need to worry about your stuff. I took your computer while you were passed out and I made sure to block all those silly people in your phone. All you need; the only one you need is me. The way you were living was just tearing you apart. Ill help fix you up so my sweet bunny can have a happy easy life, not trapped in a prison of your own making."
Trapped. You were trapped at that dead end job, barely making enough to live. You were trapped in your friend group, feeling distant yet never able to truly leave. You were trapped in your life. But because of Her....maybe you could be Free from your chains.
Making fun of someone's fears and anxieties does not make them any less fearful or anxious. Neither does attempting to force them to do something that makes them anxious. It just pisses them off, invalidates their experience, and silences them. Don't. Do. That. Shit.