Author’s Note: Originally posted as a set of Twitter threads. Collected here for your reading pleasure.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The lines of brainslaves repeating in their flat, depersonalized voices made it hard to focus as you snuck among them.
You had to hurry. Not only to avoid succumbing to the …
Microfic: The "Device" was really just a Fleshlight attached to a motorized arm that thrust forward and retracted. That, and a laptop propped on a shelf, web browser open to a GIF of a spiral. Noise-canceling headphones playing a simple mantra over a canned binaural beat.
But the power of …
You broke the lock on the door, and that’s where you found her. Their treatments had left her unrecognizable. But you knew. You knew it was her. You’d beaten the lights and the sounds, the gas, the needles, all to find her. And now, together, you would escape …