Offer of a Lifetime
“Congratulations! You’ve just won a lifetime offer of mind control sessions by Mistress Empyria. Click the button below to accept it!”
“What the…?” Archie snorted. “Who would be dumb enough to fall for such…?”
He clicked it and forwarded the message before he could finish the sentence. You might want to check your e-mail now.
Did you know I won the Missouri Lottery today? It’s true, I did. Even though I’m not an American Citizen, even though I didn’t participate in any raffle, even though the e-mail I received had more spelling errors than I can number, I won the Missouri Lottery. Amazing, isn’t it?
I don’t know how I’m not filthy rich by now with all these prizes I keep winning online and so many other things. I mean, I’ve been offered shares of gold trust funds in Tanzania, oil money to donate to charities because of terminal illnesses and whatnot. Things that are too good to be true at least can make you laugh so that’s a good thing in my book.
Shady offers inspired this one. It costs nothing to lose your mind. Not so sure about getting it back though.
Resident Sexy 5
Chris Redfield saw the “scarab” and shuddered.
“Jill, Sheva, don’t do this, please!”
“Sorry,” Sheva grinned, “but we agreed you should do something useful with those muscles besides punching boulders.”
“What’s brainwashing me and pumping me with drugs got to do with anything?” He shouted.
The answer came during the first sex marathon. Game on!
The following piece is mostly for gaming enthusiasts. During last year’s challenge, I wrote a piece based on Resident Evil 4. You can find it in the 55-Word archive page for September 2016.
It’s always highly entertaining for me to do things like this. At the time, I made a mental note to revisit this Capcom franchise if the opportunity arose, and today it has, I’ve had fun playing Resident Evil games in the past. I have fun turning them into fetish fests too. It’s time for the fifth entry to get its turn under the spotlight.
If you’re familiar with the game and its overall plot, no conceptual explanation is required. However, if you’re not, please read on. The “Scarab” is a piece of tech that’s placed on a person’s chest. It constantly injects a compound called P-30 that renders the subject docile and compliant. At the same time, it also enhances physical capabilities. In Capcom’s adventure, one of the franchise’s main characters is controlled by it. In my piece, the same thing happens but in an FD scenario obviously.
As it usually happens on my fetish re-imaginings, an inside joke appears as well. One of the most ridiculous moments in gaming needs to be celebrated. I do just that before turning it upside down. Hey, it’s what I do and, frankly, I think I do it quite well. The door remains open for other Resident Evil deviations. Until then.
Fixing Dinner
“Why exactly am I giving thanks again?” John asked.
“Because, this year, I’m not hypnotizing you into believing you’re a turkey,” Marcia responded.
“Yet, I still have to cook, ” he protested.
“The life of a slave isn’t always glamorous, dear but, if you behave… perhaps you’ll eat pussy tonight.”
He started fixing dinner right away.
Given the date, the theme for today’s entry in this writing challenge shouldn’t come as a surprise. I don’t celebrate the occasion, but know plenty of people who do so… Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! Enjoy the holiday to the fullest but try not to get stuffed, okay?
It’s Black Friday
Six African-American women gathered near the Electronics section.
“Wow, it really is Black Friday today…” Justin mocked.
“Any problem with that… boy?” A woman replied.
“No. Everything was dark before but now I see the light.”
“Not yet, but you will,” she said, fiddling with her bracelet.
Promotions last a day, hypnotic enslavement is permanent.
Yes, it’s Black Friday. Yes, that’s a thing around here nowadays as well. We keep importing traditions for some reason. Luckily, it’s nowhere near as crazy as it is in the States.
Today’s piece of micro-fiction touches upon the subject as expected. The lesson to be had in it is the following: some things are fleeting but respect should be everlasting. If that doesn’t happen, all consequences fall on you and, sometimes, consequences are of the hypnotic kind.