A strange kind of

Some part of me doesn’t give up, **** to find some way to move, to cry for help, to get a hold of some synapse –somewhere- in my body to tell my legs to knee this bastard in the groin!

The other part of me doesn’t seem to be there anymore. It’s like that feeling you get laying late in bed on Sunday morning, drifting in and out of sleep, groggy and incoherent, blissfully half-conscious. I’m kind of happy to drift away in this moment now, until I hear his voice again.

“Pay attention, Alexis.”

I’m instantly on full alert, rudely jerked away from my dreamy escape from this nightmare. I look straight into the mirror, seeing myself and my captor looking back, but something is definitely strange about this portrait. My eyes…they seem…reddish…glowing, even. And just below, resting on my chest I see the ruby that Jonathan had me wear, also glowing eerily. It feels very hot against my skin, and somehow spreads that warmth over the expanse of my body. This is it. This is what caused it. The necklace made me hot and numb, and froze me and made me mute. Is it laced with something? A poison? Am I in the midst of an allergic reaction? But again he speaks, and suddenly I don’t remember what I was thinking about just now.

“Look carefully, Alexis, in the mirror,” he says, peering over my shoulder, still holding me tightly and poking his hard-on around my butt cheeks, “Look at the jewel that I gave you. Stare at it. Think of nothing else but its gorgeous red glow…

“…and the sound of my voice.”

I can still feel it in me, the part trying to claw out of the mire, but for some reason I feel as though I –have- to do what he says; in fact, the more I see the pendant’s crimson hue…the more I take its light into my eyes…the more I feel its hot energy washing over me…

…the more impossible it is to do otherwise. After all, he says so himself.

“You will do whatever I tell you to do, Alexis. You cannot resist me; it is impossible,” he announces.

I accept the words and let them echo about in the empty cavern of my mind. Yes, I –will- do whatever Jonathan tells me to do. I cannot resist him; it would be impossible!