Author’s note: This is a follow-up to this little vignette. My imagination just wouldn’t let this go…

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“Very good. Both on your knees now, hands behind your heads. Lost in each others’ eyes. Helpless, programmed puppets.”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“You’re not even sure whose voices you’re hearing now. But you know every word takes you deeper. Deeper. Bodies locked. Minds asleep.”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“So deep in my spell. Have you always been here? Did one of you succumb first?”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“Who was the slave? And who was the voyeur? You can’t remember. And it doesn’t matter.”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“The past no longer exists. Your memories no longer exist…”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“Your free will is fading. Your names are dissolving.”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“You’re becoming perfect, identical, mindwiped pets.”

“we can’t think… we can’t resist… we can’t escape…”

“And by the time I wake up tomorrow, your old selves will be all gone.”