There's something very fascinating about the idea of puppet strings, especially in an immaterial way. Controlling someone by being physically stronger than them and having them be attached to me is one thing, but it's far nicer to imagine either machinery or some kind of magic around strings metaphysically yanking someone's limbs around is another. To make someone dance for me with a twitch of my wrist, to idly wiggle a finger and watch them make their tortured way across the stage. Or just play at mundane scenes of domesticity with them. Cooking with a frying pan full of food with one hand while forcing them to open the door and walk in with the other. Doing an uncanny impression of their voice, "Darling, I'm home!" Watching the pain their eyes as I ask how their day was, letting my hand relax for just a second and having them so used to it being pointless to strain against their strings so they simply collapse in a chair. "Gosh, you relaxed so quickly! You must be exhausted. Forcing them to bob their head, and saying with false concern "Oh, you poor thing, let me get you some food." And you chew, without your consent, and swallow, and it tastes good! It's all of your favorite things, made just for you, spoon-fed to you by the woman sitting across the table. But you have no choice but the learn to enjoy it, do you? You can still see her fingers dancing in their infernal rhythm, and you can still feel you jaw being jerked open and closed again as you chew. You are a marionette, a toy, and nothing more.














