Addicted Forever
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.
It was the mobile game everyone was talking about, a simple yet addictive experience that topped every download chart in existence.
The game was played on a 10×10 square grid filled with ever-changing symbols. The goal was to look for the colorful spiral and touch it before it faded away and then repeat the process ad infinitum. Speed and accuracy awarded more points. Good reflexes were key to conquering the various stages as they progressed in difficulty. Millions of people logged on to Spiraling every day, too far down the rabbit hole to stop now.
Brent Matthews was among that lot. He was also a freelance writer for Appmazing, an online magazine that described itself as the ultimate guide for mobile apps. The week before, he had secured a coveted interview with Lindsay Harris, the creator of Spiraling, and he couldn’t be more excited about it.
As he sat in his cramped home office, the walls adorned with posters of classic video games and inspiration boards peppered with sketches of characters he wished he could create, Brent checked his reflection on the laptop’s screen. He had tamed his unruly hair and had traded his pizza-stained shirt for a clean one. He had only one minute left until the virtual meeting began.
With a giddy flutter in his stomach, he set his coffee mug down, ensuring it wouldn’t mar the pristine surface of his desk, which was littered with notepads filled with hastily scribbled questions. As the hour inched closer, he adjusted his glasses and took a deep breath to steady himself.
At long last, the screen flickered to life, and he saw her face appear in the video call window. She was a beautiful woman in her late thirties with honey-colored eyes, freckled cheeks, and an all-knowing smile. She wore a long, leather dress that wouldn’t look out of place on a runway – a true vision of power, elegance, and sophistication.
Brent could barely keep his face straight as he swooned over her, the creator of such a beautiful pastime. He cleared his throat and said,
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Harris. Thank you so much for agreeing to spend some of your precious time with me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, the creative mind behind Spiraling.”
“Good morning to you too, Brent. The pleasure is mine. I’ve read some of your past interviews with the tycoons of the industry and they were all superb. I’m glad we have this chance to talk.”
“I must say that Spiraling is such an amazing idea! I’ve been playing it every day since it was released and it never ceases to amaze me. It’s great!” he exclaimed, the fanboy in him, refusing to be contained any longer.
“I love hearing that!” the businesswoman smiled. “How far along are you?”
“Level 10123 as of this morning. I’m in the country’s Top 100 and hope to make it to Top 20.”
“Wonderful! Do you mind telling me what it is about Spiraling that you love so much?”
“Not at all. The answer is, everything: how simple is it to play, the colorful and charming graphics, and… oh! That delicious jingle you hear every time you find a spiral on the board. I don’t know if anyone ever told you this or not, but it’s almost hypnotic.”
“Almost, huh?” she smirked. “Yes, people said that to me before, but I’d like to test a theory if you don’t mind.”
“What theory, Mrs. Harris?”
“This,” she replied, holding her pink gold smartphone in front of the camera. She touched the screen and the familiar achievement sound played through the laptop’s speakers, one, two… three times.”
Brent immediately froze in his seat, looking straight ahead but seeing nothing but a veil of shadows covering his eyes. The jingle played again, filling his thoughts with spirals. His head slumped forward, drool dripping down his half-parted lips.
“Brent, can you hear me?” Lindsay asked, staring into the camera with malicious intent.
“Yes, Mrs. Harris,” he replied, still glued to his seat.
“Call me Goddess from now on,” she commanded. “You have no idea what just happened, do you?”
“No, Goddess.”
“You’ve been activated, silly,” she giggled like a schoolgirl who had just been asked out for prom. “Do you know what that means?”
Silence. There were no words left in him and no thoughts, either. However, the truth was easy enough to grasp.
“You’re a slave, Brent. My slave. Every time you played my game, you’ve been conditioned to respond to the spiral and this sound. As the creator of your favorite pastime, your brain has been filled with images of me, and excitement and addiction go hand in hand. Whenever you cleared a level and moved on to the next, you gave away another piece of who you are, and someone who does that without thinking doesn’t deserve free will. You’ve been played, slave, and now you’ll serve me. On your knees!”
Brent’s body obeyed before his mind could protest. He felt the coolness of the polished floor beneath him as he sank to his knees, drawn into her gravitational pull. The lustrous sheen of the leather dress glimmered on the laptop screen, wrapping around her like a second skin – a reminder of her undeniable dominance and allure.
“Now, kiss the floor,” she commanded. “Kiss it as if you were kissing my shoes.”
He hesitated for a mere heartbeat, but then the jingle rang through his ears again, the spirals beckoning him and drawing him deeper into mesmeric submission. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the cool surface, feeling an intoxicating rush surge through him. It was an act both degrading and exhilarating, a perfect sign of her control.
“Good slave,” she declared. “As you can see, when you’re activated, you have no choice but to submit. You’ll continue to be a good thrall for me, writing positive reviews after positive reviews and encouraging everyone to play Spiraling. Obedience is pleasure, slave. You’ll obey your Goddess whether you’re asleep or awake.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he mumbled, his tongue tainted by dirt and pizza leftovers he had forgotten to clean. He remained on the floor, defeated, overwhelmed by her voice.
“When the chime plays again, you’ll return to normal with no memory of what happened other than this: it was a perfect interview. Your next article will be nothing but glowing praise, and you’ll want to continue playing my game so that I can play with you again in the future. By the time you reach the Top 20, you’ll be my mindless bitch forever. Those are your orders. You will obey.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he closed his eyes, his dirty lips still pressed against the floor. The sound reached his ears again, compelling, and irresistible, and he woke up.
He blinked, the world around him snapping back into focus with an unsettling clarity. Brent shook his head, feeling a strange disorientation that faded as quickly as it came. Mrs. Harris was gone, but not her programming, deeply embedded into his subconscious.
The interview had been amazing just like her and Spiraling continued to be the greatest mobile game ever invented. He had an article to write.
THE END
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