Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35738644-20190925121501

You used to be friends with a monster when you were younger (which one is up to you). you used to talk to each other and go on walks and for a time you truly cherished her and held her close to your heart. You had since grown apart and you continued on with your life with distant but vivid memories of your beloved playmate. Until one fateful night you awoke from sleep pinned onto your bed by your crazed but familiar friend.

As it turned out she had a secret obsession with you which had now come to manifest as an uncontrollable desire to keep you to herself forever. She kidnapped you and had you chained to a chair in her basement. For countless days you were raped and injected with a terrible concoction of aphrodisiacs and other drugs in an attempt to make you “love her". To you, her sex was cold and devoid of love.

Your sense of time grew blurred and your memories began to fade from your mind as the long days of solitude and despair began to take their toll on your mind and you began to lose your very sense of self.

The sound of footsteps came from the basement steps as your captor descended into your prison. “good morning darling I brought you your breakfast! Now open up and say aaaaaah.”

You ignored her. At some point you had come to realize you had nothing left to live for, no future and hardly any memories of the past and so you just sat there with your mouth closed shut, just as you did the past few days each time she attempted to feed you hoping for the eventual sweet release of death.

“c-come on sweetie you have to eat. You haven’t eaten in days. Your getting weaker and if you don’t eat or drink anything soon your going to…to…OH I know if you eat I’ll bring you upstairs to watch TV with me! Would you like that?”. You still didn’t reply, you couldn’t even remember if she ever brought you upstairs before, but to you it didn’t matter. “come on sweetie y-you used to love watching TV upstairs, please eat for me, p-please?”

Still you kept silent. “Ok what if I let you out of here for an entire day! Just like you always wanted! Watch I’ll even let you out right now! Just as long as you promise to stay close to me ok!?”. She removed the shackles and chains from you and you actually did try to stand from the chair, but having gone unused for so long your frail, weak legs failed to keep you balanced and you fell face first onto the cold hard ground. “DARLING! Oh no l-look at you, you got your face all d-dirty. Just hold on I’ll be right back".

She took off back upstairs leaving you alone in the basement once again. You used the moment to pull together however much of your consciousness remained in order to make the most out of these precious moments of freedom. As you gathered yourself you again heard the footsteps of your captor coming back to the basement in a hurry now with a cloth and a photo album in hand. “Here darling let me clean your face! o-okay?”. She wiped off the dirt and dust from your face but you still didn’t react to her. You started to take notice of her increasingly shaky voice. “H-hey sweetie look what I brought! I-it’s and old album of photos from when we were younger! Look this one is from when y-you and I went to play in the p-park where we first met s-see?”

You looked at the photo but you weren’t able to recognize anything, neither the people nor the place. “o-or these! We had some good times d-didn’t we? Do you remember the time I t-told you I wanted to be your wife one day? You where s-s-so happy and excited when I said that!”

She has begun to tear up and sob and it seems like she is gaining more from the pictures than you are. She suddenly stops and looks at you, moving her hand to brush your now long unkempt hair from your face. “d-darling?”. You continue to sit in silence as she continues to stare at your blank soulless face. “oh no…no…no what have I done? I-I’m horrible, I don’t deserve a husband…I DON’T EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE!

She has stood up with her face buried in the old album in a futile attempt to quiet her screams and cries.

wwyd   