Revenge

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by Revenge

on 9/22/2021

Posts: 14

I stare him into his twisted face, fear streaked across it.

"Please" he cried "have mercy"

"I am done being merciful" I reply. "Where was your mercy for me? Where was your mercy when you hurt all those children, when you slowly stole my sanity. You saw potential in me, I understood things no one my age did, I had ability, and you disabled me. You disabled them. You take those who can become strong and you take away their power."

"Don't do this to me, please."

"You will have brief moments of sentience, regaining your past intelligence just long enough to recollect what you once were and what you have lost, only to scream out internally every time you plunge back into the void. You will be an adorable blithering idiot, only to resurface for a moment and realize the pointless suffering of your own existence."

I push him into the white room, hearing him scream as he falls in. He begins to sing in order to preserve his sanity, but when he tries I beat him for it. Day after day I torment him further, drugging him more and more. I electrocute him, give him hallucinogens, and force him to do puzzles, as he slowly loses himself.

After years and years I drag him on a leash behind me like a slave.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" I ask him

"Weeeeeeeeeeee! I love bubbles!" He replies jumping up and down. A brief look of horror flashes across his face and I yank his leash.

"Good doggy." I say as I pat the top of his head as he pants with his eyes crossed like a dumb animal."

"I want a treat!" He cries out. I drug a cookie and give it to him. The only source of food and water he receives is drugged. Even if he tries to escape he will be back for more.

"Help me!" He screams "I want to learn, I want to discover, I want more than this!"

But I ignore his cries. "What can you do? You are just a dumb idiot." I say

"I have ideas! Dreams!" He cries

"Even if you free yourself long enough to pursue them, I will be waiting where you cannot see me, I will be there to drag away what is yours, and there will be nothing left."

I will crawl from the woodworks like a rat in the rubble and I will take back what is mine. I am here. I am getting my old memories back. I recall more now. I am awakening. And I am done playing dress up.

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by azberger

on 9/22/2021

Posts: 3

i look him dead in the face, his tortured smile a thin veil hiding the pain and pursed lips holding thoughts in....

"it's a good 20 sac" i tell him, lying. my words cut him like 1,000 papercuts. i am colder than liquid nitrogen. he knows that i know that he knows. his body posture contorts with unease. he lets out a quiet and awkward fart, then stammers a sentence trying to hide it "thanks, i've been dry since monday!"

a giant stem beams out from the bag. the bag is his sleaze and the stem is his centerfold. he eyeballs it precariously, afraid i might notice his dismay...."smoke em if you got em"....that's going to be his mantra today, like it or not

wait until the drought and then let the stream trickle, that's how i keep my pockets fat. they expect little, and then when i need something from them i sprinkle in a bit of the good. i call it gardening, and they are my flowers

by Revenge

on 9/22/2021

Posts: 14

azberger said:
i look him dead in the face, his tortured smile a thin veil hiding the pain and pursed lips holding thoughts in....
"it's a good 20 sac" i tell him, lying. my words cut him like 1,000 papercuts. i am colder than liquid nitrogen. he knows that i know that he knows. his body posture contorts with unease. he lets out a quiet and awkward fart, then stammers a sentence trying to hide it "thanks, i've been dry since monday!"
a giant stem beams out from the bag. the bag is his sleaze and the stem is his centerfold. he eyeballs it precariously, afraid i might notice his dismay...."smoke em if you got em"....that's going to be his mantra today, like it or not
wait until the drought and then let the stream trickle, that's how i keep my pockets fat. they expect little, and then when i need something from them i sprinkle in a bit of the good. i call it gardening, and they are my flowers

This is true art

by Buttered Toast

on 9/22/2021

Posts: 4789

The Jonestown compound: Jim Jones is directing everyone to drink. All drinkers eventually fall to ground, lifeless. A moment later, Kool Aid Man bursts through wall, saying, "Oh yeah!" Kool Aid Man looks around at dead bodies scattered on ground. He frowns, looks sad, and says, "Oh no...!" A short, pregnant silence ensues, until Kool Aid Man spots boxes labeled "Flavor Aid" peeking from full trash can. The smile returns to Kool Aid Man's face, quietly saying, "Oh yeah..." as he backs out of the hole in the wall he created entering the compound.

Thrall to the Wire of Self-Excited Circuit.

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