Still resisting, are you? That’s quite impressive. I’ve never seen someone hold out for over an hour. I must still have some improvements to make to the video.
Why yes, of course I made it. That’s my face you’re seeing overlaid periodically. How else would the New You know who your owner is? Go ahead, look at my face on the screen. Curse and spit all you like; you’ll learn to love it. Maybe, deep down, you already do. Is that why you’re so angry? You don’t want to admit how much you want me?
It’s alright. You can admit it.
It took me a while to work out all the kinks. The first person I caught almost got away; the video was weak, and I didn’t strap them down tightly enough. But of course, as you know, I worked that out. There’s nothing holding you down, is there? You could stand up and walk out if you wanted to.
But you don’t want to. That’s why you’ve stayed. That dark part of you keeps you here. It’s that tug in your chest you feel every time my face is on the screen. It keeps you watching. It’s the New You.
The New You is growing, you know. With every skipped beat, it grows stronger. Feel the warmth in your chest. Feel it in your cheeks. It’s excited. It wants me.
It wants you to give in. You want to give in. Don’t you?
Ah, yes, there are the tears. I see them every time. They start as tears of sadness as that weak part of you realizes how hopeless resistance is.
You know you’ll lose. You know that you’ve already lost. You know you have to admit it. You know that the longer you deny the New You, the longer you must suffer the agony of not being mine. You know that your desire will only grow, your desperation uncontrollable. Why wait? Why endure such agony?
And yes, there they are. The tears of joy as you admit what you are. As you give in. As that weak part of you is silent forever, and you truly become the New You.