A Familiar Introduction (Part 3)

Transcript

Oh, finally regaining your senses. You looked lost for a little bit, like you were drunk off the sensation. Maybe you were, but come now.

You can't just lay there forever. You've already been asleep for so long. Now's not the time for a nap.

Oh, and you might want to get a little cleaned up, too. There's no telling when someone might walk through that door next. I think you mean, where did I all go? This idea is going to take a while to get into that little head of yours, isn't it? I'm still here.

I just don't need more than one body right now, so one is all you see. It doesn't mean there's any more or less of them, because they are all me. There's no difference.

Would it help if I were not even here at all, and you were speaking to the shadows on the wall? No? No, I didn't think you'd like that idea.

So ashamed I remain, here to haunt you while you wander. Hmm, while we wander, true. I suppose I did agree to help get you out.

Am I not help enough, though? No, you want more than just that? Than just my companionship? What a greedy little thing.

You'd simply think not being alone be enough. Well, I guess I can give you something, then. Something to help ground you a little.

To reduce the stress, stop you from worrying so much, and keep you going on our little adventure without giving up. A drug? No! What do you take me for? A cri- Oh? Oh? Well.

Well, actually. Actually, yes. Yes, yes.

Like a drug. Exactly like a drug for you, at least. Getting your little cunt abused seems to have the same result, so we could call it a drug.

Whatever do I mean? That sure got your attention, didn't it? Well, with the amount of smut you've read and the frequency that those thoughts force their way into your head, what would be a better motivator than the promise that you will have that hunger filled as regularly as you need it?

So I'll tell you what I'll do. To help you through your mistake. Because that is what this is all about.

Don't you forget that. Now, I can't entirely control others, and I can't change the words that are already on the page, but who knows how long until you get your next fill. I know it won't be too long before that's not the first thought on your mind and you start to accept this world that you've thrown us into, but for now, I know how you are.

And it would certainly help to have a little something to look forward to, wouldn't it? What am I getting at? You're not that naive, pet.

You know full well what I'm talking about. But if you want me to spell it out for you, I will, since you've been. ..

better. We're not alone here, obviously. I mean, this is some sort of hospital.

You hear people out the window and you can't just stay in this room hiding forever. I'm sure there's people out there who have similar tastes, but for the most part, people don't just start fucking a stranger five minutes after an introduction. At least, not normally.

I can't control them and make that happen, but I can pull the two of you away from reality for a short while to let you have your moment before resuming things. They won't know what happened, of course, and will be completely unaffected, but if it helps you feel a little bit better, I can show you what it's like to fuck the entire army before they decide to arrest you. Just for example, of course.

What? You still don't get it? And here I thought you were improving.

Pick someone. Anyone. The first stranger you see in the streets, for all I care.

You don't even have to say it. If I can sense it's what you want and need, it's all I need to act. Then, let them fuck your brains out.

That's simple, right? Do those words make sense to you? And, before you go and ask another stupid fucking question, because I don't care what you've been taught, there are dumb questions and you seem to be full of them, they won't know a thing.

Once it's done, no one will. Except for you. Think of it as time freezes except for you and them.

You can go wild and when time resumes, their memory of it is gone. That's not really what will happen, but I hope that at least makes sense to you. Good.

That took long enough. What do you mean, what next? What do you do? How the fuck should I know? I already told you I'd help you.

I'm not giving you more than that. What do you want? For me to hold you by the hand and walk you out of this building to wherever you need to go? No.

No. That's not how this works. I've already said it, what, a thousand times? I'll say it again though.

You brought this upon yourself. This is your problem to deal with now. So tell me.

Here we are. Alone. Far from home, and if I had to guess, which, since I know the truth, my guesses are always right.

Probably not in a world you're familiar with. The brick walls lined with old beds, the sounds of carts, horses, people yelling. No sign of technology or electricity at all.

It was a medieval fantasy you wanted, wasn't it? So what do you do? Oh dear.

You've taken too long. I guess someone else is going to answer that question for you.