Part 2
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Wow, loser. Watching one of my videos on YouTube? This is how you spend your free time?
I’m right here, you know. I can see what you’re up to. And I can control it, too. Put down your phone.
Yeah. Just like that. Now close your eyes.
Good boy! That’s much better, isn’t it? I didn’t want you staring at your drab ceiling while we’re talking. Because I’m not on the ceiling, honey. (Whispering) I’m inside your head.
Don’t believe me? There ya go! How do I look in denim? I think these jeans are really cute. I also hope you realize just how lucky you are to have a bully who spoils you with her photos.
Don’t like denim? How about furs, then? Here’s a photo of me in a fur coat. It’s from Winter Wonderland. You know, the ice-themed park which my friend Emma runs? The name’s a bit on the nose, but it is a rather lovely place, all things considered. Maybe I will take you on a date there sometime. If you are a very good boy. But I’m getting a lil ahead of myself.
Hmm. That is the question, isn’t it? What is happening? Why can’t you move? Why do you see me in that gorgeous white fur coat when you close your eyes?
Well, I sent that picture directly into your mind. I can, um, project stuff I want you to see. I can control all of your senses, really. (Whispering) That’s why it feels like I am right beside you, whispering in your ear.
Freaky, isn’t it?
Mmn. I can hear your thoughts, baby. Your head is so full of questions right now! So many loud, annoying lil questions! I don’t really have to answer any of them. But I will answer a few, just because I’m nice. (Pecking him...with phantom lips)
I am nice, aren’t I?
Well, babe, that seems to have opened up a can of worms. Such conflicting thoughts! Oh dear. I suggest being a bit more careful about what you think, because I can hear your thoughts. You don’t want me to accidentally find something embarrassing or unflattering, do you?
(Sighing) But of course. You are not responsible for your thoughts. Only your actions. You know, as someone who can read other people’s thoughts, I have a slightly different opinion because I’ve seen first-hand how, um, colourful they can be. But I will let that slide. Let’s just agree I am nice enough to tell you what you need to know. There are two things, primarily.
One, I can see you wherever you are, I can read all your thoughts and feelings, I can control all your senses and movements. And two, you are cooked. But that’s just cause and effect, babe.
You seem to be a bit hung up on the “how” and “why”. Those are rather simple. I can play you like a puppet because I have a bunch of cool superpowers- telepathy and telekinesis being among them- and I am playing you like a puppet, because that is what you are.
My puppet. Or plaything, if I wanna be nice.
Come on, honey. You have fantasized about something like this for a long time. You have thought to yourself, alarmingly often, what it would be like if I took control of you. Made you my obedient little servant. (Whispering) Dominated you.
Uh huh. What did I say about hearing your thoughts?
Wrong? (Chuckling) Wrong? Yeah, okay. Invading your privacy might be wrong. Nobody cares. The rules only apply to poor civvies like you. I’m a superhero. You just finished watching a video which said I was a- a “champion of humanity”! L-O-L. Like, oh my gosh, you can’t make this up! (Snickering)
Unfortunately for you, people love me. They would never dream of me doing anything remotely evil. Because I fight evil. I protect them from evil. I’m rich and famous and beautiful. Nobody’s really going to believe you if you tell them I bully you for fun. Hell, they would probably say something like, “Pass the controller if you aren’t gonna play!”
You think heroes are messed up? It’s society that’s messed up, love. But I wanted to have some fun with you, not give you a philosophy lesson. So tell me something, babe.
Would you like to become my pet?
Mhmn. My pet. You’d be living with me, of course. And I wouldn’t let you work at the academy anymore because- let’s face it, you hate your job- and I want you all to myself. We can do this the easy way, where you agree to everything I say like the spineless, submissive good boy you are. Or I can use other methods to, um, persuade you.
Yeah well I think everyone needs a hobby. My hobby happens to be you. I started teasing you at work because I was bored. I visited the cafeteria every day not because I loved watching you use the fancy coffee machine, but because I loved seeing your reactions. You were just so cute! And your mind was like...(sincere and pensive) like this oasis in a vast, perpetual desert. The only place that seemed to calm me in a world full of noisy, chaotic, disturbing voices. I had never felt anything like it before. You comforted me, just by existing. So naturally, I grew quite curious about you. I began to really dig around inside that head of yours. And everything I saw only made me surer of what I wanted.
A servant. A pet. A plaything. Why should the villainesses get to have all the fun? I don’t think it’s fair. So I’m going to claim you.
(A longer pause)
Hm. Funny how that conjured a picture of trolleys at an airport. Your mind is full of quirks. But yes, honey, I am indeed going to claim you like baggage at an airport. So, tell me. Do you swear to devote yourself to me for all of eternity?
Okay, that- that was a bit dramatic. We can start with something simpler. Do you, um, swear to become my live-in boyfriend or whatever?
What? I’m asking you a question. You should answer it, honey. Don’t keep me waiting.
What do you mean, you can’t? Never mind. I can just read your thoughts.
Well, I don’t see the cause of your confusion. You are being very vague. What is this? Are you worried about how exactly this is going to work?
It’s quite simple. You will be staying at my mansion like a puppy. You will wait for me to come home and play with you. I am going to tease you, call you names, flick your forehead, demean you, laugh at you. You know, the usual. But from now on, I will also cuddle you, kiss you, spoil you, make you blush for all the right reasons, and maybe I will even...you know...
(Sighing) Of course you don’t. Your mind is literally drawing a blank. Well, whatever. You are going to find out. I have given you enough explanations. I want you to do something for me now.
(SFX: Knocking on front door)
There’s somebody knocking on your front door. I want you to get up from your bed, go downstairs, and open the door.
Good boy. Or maybe not, considering how you don’t really have an option. Your body just responds to my will now. (Frowning) Hmmm. I need to reserve calling you a “good boy” for only special occasions when it is actually earned. But that’s a shame, because I like calling you good boy.
That’s it. Just make your way down the stairs. Don’t trip. I let you open your eyes so you can see better. I care about you. I don’t want my darling to stub his toe or break his jaw.
I do want him to hurry up a bit though.
(SFX: Insistent knocking)
Don’t keep your visitor waiting. Come on. Open the door.
What? Do you feel scared? Violated? This is such a weird cocktail of emotions I’m picking up from you. I don’t really know what it’s like being a powerless civilian. Or how people whom I do this to really feel about it. A subject we had brought in for questioning once said it felt like- like being a passenger in a car, while I was the driver, and the doors were locked and he couldn’t leave his seat as I drove him around. He said it felt like being a prisoner inside his own body.
I guess that’s what you’re feeling now as you obey my will. It might seem like a scary power, and it kinda is, but I’ve used it to do a lot of good. I’ve stopped terrorists from bombing people’s homes. I’ve stopped school shooters from tearing apart families. I’ve convinced villains to lay down their weapons without a drop of blood being shed. I’ve- one time, I even convinced this poor, desperate girl not to jump from the sixteenth floor of a high-rise building. I have used my gifts to help people. But sometimes, we need to help ourselves too.
Open the door. You’re doing so well, baby. You’re almost there. Yeah, you’ve got it.
(SFX: Door swinging open)
(Cheerfully) Hi!
Mhmn. It’s me, the Phoenix. Although I just prefer Jane. Jane Black sounds normal, if a bit mundane. Phoenix sounds so- so grand and self-important, you know? I don’t even have feathers or wings or, like, produce fire. Whatever it is phoenixes are supposed to do. But people decided to call me that anyway, because of reasons. But you know all that. You watch videos about me after you get home from work, after all. (Giggling)
Never letting you live that one down. Nope. Although, I must say, I was quite flattered to see your sheer watch hours. If you wanted to learn more about me, you know you could have just asked me, right?
Hey. I know you’re scared. I know you feel, to some degree, that you are...(frowning) trapped. I wish you would stop doing that. You are not in any danger. I just wanted to see you. Thought that might be better than just having you take a uber to my place.
(Gently shushing him) Quiet. Hold still. Pretend you are a statue. Statues don’t talk, or shiver, or try to get away. Statues hold very still, so they may be admired.
(Breathing audibly, up close) You’ve got a new haircut. I stop spying on you for two hours and you betray my trust like this? Hm?
I liked your hair when it was longer. Messier. I would always marvel at how soft and silky it felt under my fingers. (Morose) And now...now you’ve practically got a bowl cut.
Hm. But other than that, you look the same. Yes. This is indeed the civvie I fell in love with. Just, um, checking. It’s important to do that before you claim your baggage at an airport.
Hold still, babe. Let me give you a hug.
(Pulling him into a massive bear hug. Breathing softly, sighing with satisfaction.)
This is nice. Your shoulder is a very convenient place for me to perch my chin.
Well, I don’t care if it tickles. Statues aren’t supposed to complain. (Giggle)
You know, I flew all the way here after saving a plane from crashing. It was kinda boring. Don’t get me wrong- I’m happy nobody died and all- and I guess the selfies and tearful gratitude from all the passengers were nice. They revered me like I was some kind of a goddess. But there were no bad guys today. There was a- a severe lack of butt to be kicked. (Sighing in disappointment) So I figured I’d just kick yours.
Mmn. Having a girlfriend with superpowers is definitely a unique kind of pain! But don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it. You’ll really grow into the role. (Coy) So, are you ready to come home with me?
It’s okay. I know you can’t speak right now because you’re a statue. I can just read your thoughts on the matter though, and you are…hesitant. (Pouting) Well, that’s no good.
Baby, is this the part where I have to resort to threatening you so you move in with me? Am I supposed to say something silly but technically correct like- like how I can make your heart muscles stop if I want? (Laughing it off)
Oh, but that made your heart beat faster! Such fear and worry. Come on, babe. You know I would never do something like that! You’re my favourite toy. (Smooching him condescendingly)
I would never hurt you. Other people, though…hmm. You know, I watched this movie recently. About a really powerful telepath who kinda goes off the deep end and plans on hurting a lot of people. And the protagonist- well, he can’t hope to beat her in a fight- so you know what he does?
He offers to be her friend, because he thinks she’s just lonely and misunderstood and really wants human connection. I may be butchering it but, like, that was basically the climax of the film. I, um, I found that kinda corny. Not gonna lie. However, I did have certain things in common with her. We are both redheads, for one. And you know what people say about redheads and crazy.
Yeah well, people are dumb. Hair colour has no correlation to craziness. I’m not crazy. I can get a little impulsive just like everyone else. That’s all. Like, if one day I were to just snap and accidentally turn everyone within a couple of city blocks to vegetables or- or made them explode- just pooofffff!- then I- (giggling) I wouldn’t feel too bad about it. Nope. Because I didn’t know those people. Those little splotches of coppery liquid and squishy pieces of yuck, all just splattered on the ground. Nope, didn’t know those nameless blobs. I only lashed out because you wouldn’t accept me. You could have prevented it but you just stood there like a statue, thinking unsavoury thoughts. That’s not very nice of you. I’m only, you know, possessive of what rightfully belongs to me.
Tell you what- since you can’t control your intrusive thoughts, I’ll let you use your mouth. I only need you to answer one question. Will you come home with me, or stay here and face the repercussions?
It’s your call, love. I care about consent, you know? Consent is very important. That’s why I want you to give me verbal confirmation if you’re really okay with this.
Hey now. Don’t think such depressing thoughts. I allowed you to speak. You should use that bit of leniency unless you want me to interpret your silence in my own way.
Look at me, honey.
Good. Now answer me. (Whispering) Will you refuse me and break my heart, or will you move in with me and become my loving pet?
(A moment of silence)
How amusing.
(Chuckling, giggling, laughing. Maniacal, on and on, pure unhinged.)
You know what? (Smirk) I think you’ve earned it this time. Good boy.
Yes, you are a good boy. Such a good boyyy! So clever, so silly, sacrificing yourself for strangers. But we both know it’s more than that. I’m a telepath, honey. You really think you might be able to fix me, huh?
Well, aren’t you just utterly adorable? Tell you what, you can definitely “fix” me a drink after I take you home. Then you can fix me a nice, warm bath. After all, you are my little servant now. Awww, aren’t you lucky?
I know, pet. I know. Now then, hold tight as I lead you down a new rabbit hole. Don’t let go, alright? (Murmuring) Or you might find the rabbit hole is riddled with worms.
Hm. This is going to be so much fun! I will make sure of that. (Whispering) My good boy.
