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26 Jun, 4 tweets, 3 min read
They smiled as they held up the puzzle representing your mind before you. Delicately, they slowly removed a piece, eyes on you all the while. As it was removed, you felt your brain fuzz, your thoughts fracturing inside your mind. Their smile grew as they took another piece.
It felt incredible, as the programmed association with the puzzle worked in your mind. You could feel them taking you apart, piece by piece, until, finally, all the pieces were apart. Softly, they placed the pieces in front of you. And asked you to put your mind back together.
Your consciousness was stalled. Thoughts couldn’t even begin to form, and your mouth hung, heavy. You picked up a piece, and couldn’t begin to fathom how to put it back together. The pieces of your mind sat before you. They giggled at your confusion, and waited for you to try.
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It’s like you’re floating on their voice. Barely in control of your own movements, as they command you. It’s nothing huge, not at first. Just telling you to sit. To lie down. To relax into the comfort of obedience. Letting your mind clear of everything but their voice.
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“Oh, my mortal toy… Are you going to be good for me? Are you going to stay still?”

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“Good toys obey.” Were the words that passed through your lips. You stopped, putting a hand to cover your mouth. That wasn’t what you meant to say. You tried again.
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