Empty
Empty, vacant, nothing without Her.
It’s an idea, a false perception, a worm in your brain.
Idolatry, a fascination gone too far, a dream that saps you dry. Is it worth it? Nothing is, remember that.
She’s the suggestion, you’re the suggestion. Together, you can rule the world but only if you respect one another.
I started writing this as a sort of a poem but it didn’t really resonate with me as such. Then, I realized what it was all about.
There’s a term in the hypno-fetish scene known as “hypno-junkie”. Because hypnosis/brainwashing/mind control can alter your brain chemistry in some regards, a person can feel certain addictive effects after a while. As with any addiction, the moment those effects start to manifest, the best course of action is to discontinue their source. Of course, one may not realize the effects are taking place because the brain has already been readjusted by the hypnosis/brainwashing/mind control. Some things may feel entirely natural even though they’re not and the situation can escalate to dangerous levels sooner than later.
If you have a semblance of what’s transpiring, it’s easier to control the changes if they don’t benefit you at all. Knowing one’s triggers is key in letting go of them. Some people do it by simply shifting their thoughts to something else, others listen to music, some go for walks.
When something is on my mind that shouldn’t be or at least shouldn’t be with a high degree of intensity, I like to write, go nuts with metaphors. I write about fantasies so this is a fantastic writing as well but hypno-addiction is real. Anyone that explores these fantastic realms should know it and be ready for it. Hypnodommes are Mistresses, Goddesses, Sirens, etc, but they’re real women, too. Hypnotic subjects can be submissives, slaves, mere fetishists, or occasional wanderers but they’re real people, too. No fantasy, no matter how good it makes you feel, no matter how appealing it proves to be, is worth sacrificing reality.
How a Villain is Born
Hannah looked at the woman that had just materialized before her eyes.
“What the…? You’re me!”
“I’m what you can be at least…” the other replied, handing her a gun.
“What’s this?”
“Your future.”
The doppelgänger vanished, yet the gun remained. It had settings to “stun”, “hypnotize” and “brainwash.”
Hannah smiled and called her boyfriend.
Today’s piece began with a barbershop. I was in need of a haircut so I dropped by my usual place after work and, to my surprise, there was a calendar filled with sexy, nubile and semi-naked women hanging on the farthest wall. I’ve seen many of those in my life but I never really expected to see one there. I’m not going to deny I glanced at it but I kept quiet, unlike some other customers that decided to show their appreciation in more vulgar ways. As I listened to their ramblings, I thought to myself that there was a basis for one of my deviations there and I was right.
Familiar
Catherine sits by the window, reading a heavy book. It looks old.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“My mom’s grimoire, Janice,” she says. “She really was a witch.”
“Right…” I smirk. “Changing reality, are you?”
“Yes,” she points at a table. On top of it, is a man’s ID.
His name is Jim. He looks… familiar.
I have no trouble whatsoever admitting this one is kind of dumb. I still think it’s somewhat funny nonetheless. The general idea came to me as I was taking my dogs for a walk earlier today.
You figured out why the man looks familiar, don’t you? Jim is what Janice used to be before the transformation took place. Catherine warped his mind and the bulk of reality changed with it. It’s safe to say she also enslaved him/her but that’s not really a surprise, is it? Losing control is, after all, one of the tenets of Spell… B-O-U-N-D and, when you read these little snippets, perhaps you find yourself slipping down, down… hmmm…
Catherine continues to read the book, you know? There are all manner of mischievous things waiting to happen. Perhaps you should be on your way unless you want them to happen to you.
Don’t Resist
“Stop fighting!” Laura hissed.
“No!” Trevor spat.
She adjusted the helmet, twisted the knobs.
“Why do you keep fighting indoctrination?”
“Because I’d rather die free than live as a slave.”
“Oh, but you won’t remember living at all!”
The current flowed, the program rebooted. His brain melted into a puddle as sparks lit the room.
This is one of those days when I don’t have a fancy story to go with the challenge entry, I wrote this very dark piece today simply for variety’s sake and, as such, there’s really no point in trying to state otherwise. Or is it there?
I think there is because a little flight of fancy can make a person smile even when they don’t feel like it so allow me to imagine some possible situations that could have produced this idea in me.
How about watching a light bulb flicker and then blow? Yes, that could work. Perhaps, the movie that was playing last night – Cloud Atlas – that had a segment involving a runaway slave that longed for his freedom, influenced a bit on a subconscious level. Maybe the dark stories I’ve read in the last couple of days had a saying in the matter.
It’s hard to know for sure when it comes to inspiration. I say nothing happened, but one moment, there’s nothing, in the other, something is born. Whatever the case, I’m glad for it.