The clock seemed to slow; thoughts of her, what she would say, what she would do.
Every day, more and more for some odd reason she is what I crave. I want to give myself to her,
I want to belong to her. And I think, no, I know that she wants that too. She’s the one who made
me feel this way in the first place, after all.
All I want is to develop my entire life to center around her.
I still don't know why I have felt like this, and each time she pushes me away I want her more. It
chews away at me; I won't feel fulfilled until I am hers.
The clock is ticking slower and slower, I feel as if I am outside of myself. My leg bouncing, my
fingers picking at the loose skin on my hands, I hope today is the day. I need this, I've been
longing for it.
My head perks up at the click of the door opening.
My heart beats faster, harder, making me feel even more uneasy. It takes almost too long for her
to enter soon after, my nerves worsening with every second that passes.
I feel like I am going to pass out, nothing feels real anymore. I don't know why.
It's all a blur to me, but swiftly she made her way to me smiling in a captivating way. She asks
me the same questions that she does at every session we have. After each session I always feel as
though she's in my head more.
My eyes dart back and forth around the room, not sure what to expect. I see a white cloth in her
hand slightly behind her back, but I didn't think much of it at the time. The flowers I held for her
trembled with my hands, loose leaves falling to the floor as I involuntarily reached out to grab
her hand and kiss it.
How did that happen? All she did was make a clicking noise.
She grabbed the flowers from my hands, smiling down at me. She then placed the cloth over my
mouth. My instinct was to fight but for some reason my body didn't do anything. All I could do
was sit there and give into slipping into an unconscious state. Everything went black. For how
long? I don't know.
My eyes slowly opened, they took a while to adjust to the light but once they did, I noticed the
dingy looking room I was in. My left wrist cuffed to a pole next to the mattress I was on top of.
The room was empty besides that. The walls looked rusty and gross, the mattress was ripped and
dirty, set on the floor in the corner of the room. There was a big heavy looking door on the wall
opposite the bed.
My head was spinning, every time I moved it felt like my vision slowed.
A loud beep washed over the room, the door making a noise that sounded like it was unlocked.
She walked through the door soon after, seeming so casual. I wanted to speak, to scream, to say
something. But I couldn't. And she noticed.
“What's wrong? Can't speak?” She laughed maliciously “I was surprised, you were so easy.”
She continued.
A confused look spread on my face.
“Confused, are we? Well, did you ever stop and think about what we were doing every time I
asked to meet with you? Hm? Why you felt so vulnerable, why you do things unwillingly? It's
because I am inside your head. Silly thing. And you opened the door for me. You let this happen,
didn't you? This is what you've been asking for over and over. You’re mine now.”
