@normaleveryday "good Morning Subject 001" A Voice Speaks From The Void. You Can Feel Yourself Waking Up, But No Eyes Open. No Hand Comes To Your Face, And As You Scream, No Words Come Out. "is The Camera Ready?" "yes Sir, Just Preparing It Now. Online In Five, Four, Three, Two-" light. You Want To Squint But You Have No Lids To Do So, The Reflex Still Inside Of You Somewhere. You Can Count Every Pixel Of What You See, You Can Analyze Every Moment Frame By Frame. But You Can't See Yourself. a Troll With A Blurred Out Face Wearing A Smart Looking Suit Steps Forwards. He Speaks In Garbled Redacted Tones. "alright Subject 001, What Are Your Thoughts On Lowbloods" You Try To Speak, But Nothing Comes Out. The Clicking Of A Keyboard Seems To Be Working On It Behind You. finally, You Speak, And Text Appears On A Screen. "i.as.a.normal.lowblood.or.midblood.ha...he....help!!! Please!!! Please Where's My Body, Where Did Yo-" Pain Ripples Through You. Hard Wired, Direct Into The Pan. You Try And Speak Again, But You've Been Cut Off, Like Your Tongue Has Been Pulled Out Your Skull. You'd Cry If You Had Eyes Anymore. "you Want To See Your Body?" The Man Says A Name Your Pan Refuses To Put Together. "[memory Redacted] Can We Do That? Just Turn The Camera Around Yeah? Perfect-" You Eyes Are Turned Forcefully, And There, Floating In A Bubbling Tube, Is All That's Left Of You, As Little As They Could Leave, Just Enough Left To Fulfill Their Requirements, And Nothing More. you Would Scream If They Would Allow It. #body_horror #abuse #horror #gore #violence #loss_of_bodily_autonomy you And I Have Lived Such Horrors, You Have My Sympathies.
i.do.not.understand.this.explain.it.i.do.not.understand.this.explain.it.i.do.not.understand.this.explain.it.i.do.not.understand.this.explain.it. [command_overflow] [attempting_reboot]
Apologies, You Had To See It Again One Way Or Another.