A Worse Fate
“I’ll kill her!” Mark exclaimed.
“Kill who?” Daniel asked.
“Caitlin, of course.”
“Why?”
“She hypnotized me again yesterday.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“I’m wearing panties.”
“It could be worse.”
“How?”
“You could have been triggered to fuck your best friend in the ass.”
“But I’m your best friend.”
“Exactly. You better start running….”
Humorous impromptu. My original idea for today was to write another piece featuring my time-traveling hypnotist but I couldn’t get anything going, so I wrote the next thing that came to mind which turned out to be this silly thing. Certainly a worse fate overall unless you’re into that sort of thing (I’m not, but the story is still funny.)
A Few More Loops…
Jim Jones gasped. Just as he was about to die, the cycle began anew, thanks to the woman towering over him.
“Please stop!” he begged as the poison tore through his lungs again.
“No!” the time-traveling hypnotist retorted. “He who kills nine hundred people can handle a few more loops.”
Eternity was on her side.
I said yesterday I wanted to write another piece featuring my time-traveling hypnotist and so I did. It’s probably the darkest one I’ve written featuring this character but that’s because of the actual historical events that inspired it were quite dark too.
On November 18, 1978, Peoples Temple founder Jim Jones leads hundreds of his followers in a mass murder-suicide at their agricultural commune in a remote part of the South American nation of Guyana. Many of Jones’ followers willingly ingested a poison-laced punch while others were forced to do so at gunpoint. The final death toll at Jonestown that day was 909; a third of those who perished were children. Jones himself ended up committing suicide with a shotgun but I always felt he had quite an easy way out given what he did which is why I wrote this piece of dark fiction.
If you have any doubts about what happens in this piece, it’s simple, really: in my take, he’s poisoned like the rest but Horatia traps him in a time loop so he gets to experience the agony of “almost perishing” over and over again. Having as many loops as his victims seemed appropriate but in this case, Horatia takes it a step further. Yes, it’s dark as fuck, but it’s also fiction. Sadly, what happened at Jonestown can never be undone. I wish it could.
She Forgot
“How goes, Jim?”
“I’m good, Bill. How about you?”
“Same. Say… do you still allow Amber to play with your mind?”
“Every single weekend, why?”
“I think she forgot to undo your triggers this time…”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re naked from the waist down, bud.”
No wonder everyone at the mall was laughing!
I promised something light after yesterday’s dark time travel piece and since I like to keep my promises… Public humiliation is yet another thing I’m really not into but in fiction, everything goes and this was the first idea that came to me, so… Next time you go to the mall, make sure you’re dressed, okay.
Her Fun
“Hello?”
“Finally!” Melissa exclaimed. “Where have you been, Phoebe? I was worried sick!”
“We talked yesterday, sis.”
“No, it’s been three months.”
“What?”
“Yeah. You said you were going to have fun with your Hypnodomme and then vanished.”
“I don’t remember a thing.”
“I guess the fun was all hers then.”
Phoebe’s pussy started dripping…
Random impromptu about memories written just now. Had a pretty busy day spent between work and the hospital for a final assessment of my wounds and almost forgot to write something for today’s challenge entry. Almost because I never really forget it, unlike Phoebe who lost three months of her life and doesn’t seem the least bit worried about it. I’ll let you imagine what exactly she went through.