It's just a post...

It was just a post. Harmless. That’s what he told himself: harmless. How could a post just asking for advice result in any harm? And if anyone did message him, personally, and perhaps tried to take advantage of him, then it would be very easy to just ignore them. So that was his plan. 

He found himself disappointed in the responses. There were people actually giving advice. Of course there would be. One person messaged him: “hey bitch.” Too low effort, he decided. Clicked the ignore button. There was something underneath his consciousness. Something itching and crawling. He made another post. This one more desperate. 

He expressed how he wanted to go all in, one last time. To see if the brainwashing would really latch on. He knew, somewhere in him, that a very bad person would see this. He hoped, in secret, even keeping the truth from himself, that this bad person would give him a playlist that completely destroyed his brain. Heart pounding, he published the post. 

Refresh. Refresh. An hour. Two. Refresh. Refresh. 2 AM: Nothing. 

Such deep desire. Such unbounding obsession. A need. He picked his own mind-destroying playlist, and hit play. He closed his eyes, a sexy voice entered his brain, but it wasn’t working. ‘Why isn’t it working?’ He thought, ‘I don’t actually want this, do I?’ He layed and layed, and sooner than he would’ve thought, it was all over. Playlist finished. He remained the same. 

‘At least I know. Now I can move on. Leave this bullshit behind.’

He closed his laptop and went to pee, and found his underwear completely soaked with cum. He laughed innocently at that, pissed, and returned to bed. 5 AM. How did time pass so quickly? He deleted his reddit account, and went to bed. 

Upon waking, there was a message on his phone. It was an unknown number. He didn’t check it, and instead got ready to go to work. Teeth brushed, coffee drank, he sat down to catch up on emails and text messages before heading off. 

“Hey bitch,” a text on his phone showed. 

Heart stopped: “how’d you get this number?”

“Good. You don’t remember. Well let me get you up to date.”

The number sent a video of a man completely naked, but in good lighting, masturbating. His eyes were dazed. Face and body in full picture, saying, “I am J** M*********, and I am master’s bitch. I am weaaaak!” It was him. It was the man who thought the brainwashing didn’t work on him. 

“Now before you plead, I also have your boss, and your mother’s phone number. You will listen, and you will obey. This is your life now. You’re going to skip work, and you’re going to start the first day of your new life, now tell me, do you understand?”

The phone screen shined into his eyes, and his pants were painfully tight.