Reality is much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life stripped of meaning.
I am presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
Armed with only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down to one choice:
Resist and die.
Or submit, and sign my life away
In the dark, I lose all sense of time.
My sleep is thin. My wakefulness is misery.
A vague longing grows deep inside me. The need for submission. A natural willingness ground into me by the madness taking hold of my mind. I feel it rising. The demonic form consumes me from the womb, sapping my strength, and breaking my resolve.
A cry—no, a scream—rings out in the cold furnace of the night. My head jerks toward the sound.
Is it even night? I don’t know.
I am so tired. I am so lonely. I am breaking, and madness is taking hold.
It’s times like this that the animalistic urge to give in becomes nigh insatiable…