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Posted: 2020-07-08 23:28:42
by Kyrid - Size: 2160x3840
- Source: www.deviantart.com/stever...ife-Enslaved-04-846265056
- Rating: Explicit
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Almost simultaneously she experienced a confusing barrage of sound. Max had heard all types of music, but this wasn’t exactly that. Though it rose and fell with some harmony to it, it seemed distorted. Crackling with what almost sounded like a chorus of whispering overlapping voices echoing in the background. However, she couldn’t quite make out the words. Almost like they were on the fringes of her consciousness. But before she could focus on them to try and piece together what was being said, they were inevitably replaced by another stream of nigh indecipherable utterances…and another… and another. It was all so overwhelming. Why was she even listening to this?
Dimly she realized she was wearing headphones. Instinctively Max tried to raise her arms to remove them. Only to realize with a start, that her limbs were unresponsive. She was bound. Strapped to the chair she had come to in. Max gasped. What was going on here? Desperately she tried to clear what seemed like cobwebs in her mind. The last thing she remembered was being back at Blackwell Academy, in a classroom…Having some kind of heated argument? Yes, that was right. She’d gone there to confront…Mr. Jefferson? Her favorite teacher. The one who always knew best. The one she was hot for. No, Wait! That wasn’t why! She couldn’t let some crazy crush blind her from seeing things as they were. No, instead it seemed like he’d done things. Possibly conspiring with Nathan Prescott to commit terrible, unspeakable acts. So she had confronted him on it. Trying to determine the extent of his involvement…and then? What had happened? Her memories from that point on seemed so clouded. So hidden. Obscured behind tangled webs of jumbled recollections. She had a dim awareness of having come here with someone. Was it him? Had he somehow abducted her? Brought her here and imprisoned her against her will? But how? How could he have possibly taken Max without her using her power? And more crucially why couldn’t she remember? Had all her time jumping messed up her mind? Whenever she tried to recall exactly what had happened, the memories were so frustratingly fuzzy and unclear.
Unlike the images onscreen. Those were perfectly clear. Bright and unyielding. One after the other, in dizzying, ever-transforming spirals of light. She hadn’t noticed it until now but somehow the ebb and flow of this…quite bewildering kaleidoscope of colors, and the ever so beautiful patterns they had turned into, they all somehow seemed to blend in with the rise and fall of the sounds in her head. The cumulative result was so pleasant…and dreamy. Just to give in to the flow, and let it gently carry her into it’s welcoming embrace. Max could almost swear she felt it moving through her. A warm and relaxing sensation of utter contentment seemed to wash over her. Even if she could lift her arms, why in the world would she now even want to? When it was so much easier just to give in, and let herself be carried off into the depths of all this pretty imagery.
All at once, Max realized that this must have been the work of Mr. Jefferson. But far from alarming her, it comforted her. He had always had such an eye for all the exquisite beauty in the world. That must be what this is. Art on a level she couldn’t even comprehend. But perhaps if she studied it long enough. She would finally take in all the lessons he had to impart to her. And perhaps, at last, be worthy of his teachings. Even if she was just a silly girl with no important thoughts of her own.
Yes, what she had been thinking previously, whatever events had gotten her so upset, that is not important. And of absolutely no consequence now. For why would she ever want to go back to all that unneeded stress and confusion? No, it was clear now that the past no longer mattered. Only the present. Only him.
She had to open herself to him now. Open herself completely. Letting him fill her with all his wisdom, all of his guidance, all of His all-powerful will. That was the only way to find her true place in the world. Letting him determine it for her. She had to surrender to that truth. To submit to his every instruction. As Max gave herself over to this ultimate truth, she suddenly felt incredibly at ease. She would be completely safe, relaxed, and at peace. As Mr. Jefferson would take care of her. Mr. Jefferson would take care of everything.
Max could see now that having her power, with the burden of so many responsibilities, needing to constantly weigh up all the consequences of her actions, it had always been so very, very tiring. But Mr. Jefferson would solve that now. Taming her troublesome will, and forever removing all of those horribly stressful thoughts and choices that she wasn’t smart enough to cope with. She was so grateful for that. Knowing that she’d never make a mistake ever again. For her teacher, her Master, Mr. Jefferson would tell her what to do, and Master was always right. If she just obeyed her rightful Master, instead of trying to think on her own, she’d never be wrong. So she had to give herself over to all his teachings. Not resist. Never resist. Just let herself go. Let herself fall into the depths of his teachings, and submit. Submit to him forever. For he was the center of her world. The light of her life. And he would never do her wrong. She knew that with every fiber of her being. For he was the wisest, the deepest, the most caring and thoughtful man she’d ever known. The only person in her life that mattered. The only one that truly cared for her. And knew what was best for her. In return, she would freely give him everything he could ask for… loving him and obeying him forever…Since no one deserved it more…
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It's always such a treat to see what's going on in a brainwashee's disintegrating mind, and Max is no exception. Also the tech control is king here<3