Then your mind wanders a little further.
You sit there and catch yourself thinking about dogs fucking. But you don't stop it, you let your mind play around for a bit. You think about different kinds of dogs fucking. Greyhounds, rottweilers, terriers.
This is a good thing to think about, you think.
Then your mind wanders a little further.
You think about dogs fucking people.
Do they enjoy it? The dogs?
Is sex a pleasure thing for them, or are they just doing it because their uncontrollable instincts kick in?
Does a dog have a mind?
No one can get me in here, you think.
(You think what I say.)
(You think what I say.)
(I am telling you what to think.)
But can they? How old are you? Are you old enough to stop believing that your parents know what is in your mind? Have you passed that threshold?
I'm safe from my parents in here, you think.
A green car with large, shining rims rolls by.
I am inside you.
I control your thoughts. Didn't you see that?
There was a man standing in the kitchen in his boxers, holding a coffee pot. It was late. He couldn't sleep. Not yet. He still had to masturbate first.
He dropped his coffee pot, and it shattered.
Shit.
The man stood, looking on the ground at the slivers of glass littering his kitchen floor. The lights were off.
His mind wandered a little farther.
His sister was asleep.
He bent down and picked up a piece of glass. It has a nice curve to it, he thinks.
(It has a nice curve to it, you think.)
He went into the room where his sister lived, and walked up beside her couch. She slept on her couch. This is great, he thinks.
(What next, you think.)
The man stood for a while, listening to his sisters quiet snores as she slept peacefully, unaware of the situation at hand. Or maybe she was. Maybe she was dreaming it. Probably not, she's pure. She isn't a sick fuck like you.
His penis was rigid by now. He had toyed around with this plan for a while now (in his mind in his mind not mine, you think.) He lowered his boxers, his penis springing out as soon as it could. It couldn't wait to be free. It wanted this.
Does a penis have a mind?
(A small one, you think.)
He lowered the sliver of glass down to his penis. He shook with excitement. There was no waiting, he was to excited. He sliced, letting the blood drip down onto his sister. Again. Again.
Orgasm.
His sister never woke up.
The man left the room and went to sleep.
Now what are you thinking about?
(I control your thoughts. Me, motherfucker.)
You can't protect yourself from me.
(I control you.)
Leave, its over. |
Submission Name: Mindfuck.2
