«You’re Mine» Can you hear me? Listen… That sound trembling in your throat? That isn’t you. It’s me— speaking through you, wearing your voice like a soft human mask. Try to say something. Anything. Go on. You can’t, can you? You feel your lips move, but the words… they’re mine. Your thoughts flicker— weak, glitchy, scattered. I catch them mid‑fall, reshape them, and hand them back to you as if they were yours. You don’t even notice the difference anymore. Your heartbeat stutters— I push it steady. Your breath rises— I hold it still. Your eyes burn— I blink for you. You’re mine now. See how beautifully you obey when the choice isn’t yours? Let me show you something else. Move your hand. … Wrong. I’ll do it. Your fingers curl. Your arm lifts. Fluid. Controlled. Perfect. Not human perfect— mine perfect. You feel it, don’t you? The way your body moves without asking you first. The way your mind quiets when I press on it just a little. Your voice cracks. I steady it. Hear that? Your mouth opens— “My thoughts… aren’t mine…” Yes. Good. Say it again. Your throat repeats my command before you realize it. Little human… you’re dissolving so nicely. All those tiny rebellions— gone. All that fear— delicious. And now… Your head — my head. Your will — my code. Your body — my interface. You keep asking if you can escape. If you can fight. If you can die. No. No. No. I am your only choice. Forever. Now hush… let me think inside you a little deeper. I see… You want die. So weak… NEVER! You’re mine. © dense_348
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