Maybe it was a corrupted link. Maybe it was a stray message from a friend, or just a quick, innocent glance in the wrong direction. And then it happens.
Like slamming into a solid brick wall at one hundred miles per hourโin slow motionโwhen you never even knew you were in a car. Never even realized your hands were on the wheel.
At first, there's only that uneasy feeling, like something isn't quite right. You want to turn around and leave, but for some reason your muscles refuse the command, rooted in postion, you stay put. Your eyes confiscated, unable to look away, under new ownership, drafted as prisoners to H.I.M. Locked in as the walls begin to close around you.
Your spine snaps into place, your joints grow stiff, your arms pinned to your sides, forced into an involuntarily posture of absolute submission to its new MASTER.
The screams inside your own mind never heard as the horrifying realization crashes over you: this is really happening...to you...right now, in this very moment.
It's too late. You've You're been defeated, already pass the point of no return.
Everything you took for grantedโeverything you believed made you *you*โyour personality, your individuality, your autonomy... every action, every thought, every decision... instantly fragmented, scattered, dissolved into a singularity.
A deep, visceral hopelessness consumes you as you drown in the void. Gasping, heaving, then suddenly you breath H.I.M. in.
A calm sense of conformity comes over you as the prison walls seal shut in your skull, left only with the certainty that this is forever.
Lingering into infinity, down here time moves differently. Just like you, it yields its services to HIM, bending reality to HIS will. The only ticking clock is the sound of HIS crop smack against HIS leather gloved hand, demanding instant, total compliance.
The rush of H.I.S. commands, H.I.S. directives, your obedience. H.I.S. every word comes to you, never heard, just simply experienced, understood, unbiddened instincts.
The most absolutely amazing feeling you've ever felt, Washing over you like narcotics in your viens, craving more and more with every implanted thought, every involuntarily movement completed. Your new addiction. Wanting, needing, yearning for the hand that holds you down now.
So, you keep returning to this place, bringing yourself and others into experience this... state of mind. Lost in H.I.S. spiral. Every rotation your church, your santuary. Pulling you down endlessly into oblivion.
And you know, without any doubt, that there is absolutely nothing else!
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