Consensual lobotomy

As I wake up in the back of your car, gagged and tied up, I realise that this has been a long time coming. I manage to free myself from the gag but as I scream at everyone around us I slowly realise that they are staring at me with numb vacant expressions as if to say “you will be ok”. See, it has been decided that I am wrong and that I moved at to a brisk pace. We are free to do what we want as long as we do what they want. I can scream and I can shout and I can flail around but in the end it has been decided for me. Now I sit in the back of their car no longer gagged or bound by rope because it isn’t necessary.

The spike goes in under the eye. You may choose what you like as long as it is something that we like. Slides in around 5 cm. You may work and earn as long as you work how we say and spend your earnings where we say. My eyes start to water but I’ve always known that I am sensitive around the eyes. You may serve God as you like as long as you serve the same God as us and follow our rules. Scramble… This is what is beautiful. This is what is good. This is fun. This is right. This is what you want. Now I will live like I want because what I want is what they want. I will be happy now.

Know this though.

Carved on the inside of my mind there deeply hidden in the shadows is something that hasn’t changed. Something that belongs to me and it contains a few small trinkets. My love for her unchanged and pure. A piece of rope strong and white as snow. And also there is my pace. Brisk and unstoppable.