Go to master

A stream of words and images filtered into the spiral burning into the obedient doll widowmaker had become.

“Yes master I obey.”

She paratted and her body role like a puppet on strings and left her current location. Moving oddly and not as graceful as if being dragged across a stage of sorts.

A small bit of widowmaker was fighting back. She managed to stopped and try to rip her helmet off.

Then the images changed and she wasn’t on the roof but a stage. She was dancing and soon the last part of widowmakers resisting mind was trapped in a mental fantasy as a beautiful ballerina.

While her body made its way to a private airport outside the city.there’s plane was waiting for her and she sat down in the chair. “Finger yourself” the helmet ordered and widowmaker just nodded.

“Yes master good dolls obey”

So she did rubbing her crotch again and bringing herself to the brink but it never came. Time stops meaning anything as the plane takes off to who knows we’re and to who.