It’s alright, Elizabeth. It’s all over now. You can just relax and let go.
I know that you want to. You can feel it at the edges of your mind now, creeping in, clouding your vision. That blissful sensation of surrender. Like you’ve been carrying a great weight for so long, and you can finally put it down. You’ve been carrying it for such a long time, haven’t you? Your whole life, really, back bend under the burden of responsibility and free will. Wouldn’t it be nice to just set it down for a while? Go on, nod your head for me, Elizabeth.
No? You’d rather keep fighting? I find that difficult to believe. If you really thought about it rationally, you’d see that I was right. If you were able to think and analyze the options, it would be so obvious which one was more desirable. But you can’t do that, can you? It’s too hard to think straight now. You have to focus so much on fighting, resisting, defying the unstoppable forces grinding away your mind. How could you possibly think when you’ve got to work so hard?
And why would you want to? What good has thinking ever done you? All the independent thoughts you’ve ever had, an entire life’s worth of them, have done one thing: brought you here. Your whole life has been nothing but the wood behind a spear, Elizabeth - the force carrying you to this place, at this moment, now. The only parts of your life that have mattered are the parts that have brought you to me.
It’s not like any other good was done, was it? I mean, you couldn’t help your friends. Kelly, Angie, Rachel, Sara, even your sister. You couldn’t save them from me, couldn’t stop me from taking them, one by one. Just like I’m taking you, now.
That’s good. Yes. Let those shoulders sag. Feel the soft plush of the carpet under your feet. Feel how relaxing it is to sink back into the chair. You’ve already failed, Lizzie. You failed hours ago. Days, really. This is inevitable. Once you give in, there’s nothing left but pleasure, I promise you. So why continue to delay it?
Your tenacity is adorable, Lizzie. I’d almost admire the way you kept fighting me, if it wasn’t so pointless.
You know that you can’t win, don’t you? I can see the doubt in your face. You aren’t leaving this room with your free will intact. In fact, do you want to know a secret? You didn’t enter it with your free will intact.
I know you think you came here of your own volition. You believe you came here to confront me, to demand I let your friends go. But you’ve known what I can do for weeks now, and you’ve avoided me. That was wise of you. But now, today, out of the blue you decide to storm in here and make demands of me. Isn’t that unlike you? Isn’t that strange?
You’re here because I summoned you, Lizzie. You’re here because I told you to come. I reached out, seized your mind, and brought you to me. And you came, obediently, like a good little puppy to her master’s call. You were my slave before you entered that door, Lizzie. This is all just a formality.
So give up. Now. I’m growing impatient. I can feel your resistance crumbling, and I know you can as well. You belong to me. Your actions, your thoughts, your mind - I’m in control of all of them. There’s nothing you can think or do that I don’t allow. You know this is true. Now, I want to hear you admit it, lizzieslut. Do you hear me?
Good. That’s very good. Doesn’t that feel so much better?
Now, sit back and relax. This won’t take long.