Somehow the screen turned off. You didn't notice. The beautiful patterns remained, deep inside your head. Your mind was broken, but it was okay, because the patterns were also broken. A spiral flashed for a second and then disintegrated into chaotic shapes that exploded and rearranged themselves, endlessly, for a time that seemed much longer than it really was. Circles and squares, triangles, crooked lines chasing one another, changing colors, smashing themselves into little pieces…
Then the cycle started again, but you had already forgotten its beginning.
"Aaaaa," you said.
And then, "Fffffff, ooooo, fffffff." No one would have mistaken that for regular human speech. Perhaps you were trying random sounds…?
Perhaps you were. You would have been incapable of explaining what you were doing. Or anything else, for that matter.
"Ppppppp," you said, as if spitting, and some saliva drops flew from your lips.
"Manners, my toy," said a voice. You didn't understand the words. However, their condescending, mockingly stern tone stirred something in you. "People will say you're dirty."
"Uuuuu," you said. An attempt at pouting. Your lips refused to press against each other or even align, but you knew, somehow, something was wrong. You needed to make it right. But how would you even start to comprehend what to do…?
"I may forgive you if you assume your position and suck my cock."
You didn't understand even one of those words, but they contained a command. That you could understand. And obey. So you did, kneeling and, without opening your eyes,still looking at the beautiful colors behind your eyelids, searching with your hands and mouth for something you couldn't name.
There it was! Long, warm, smooth on its surface. It trembled slightly. You received it between your lips, felt its tip on your tongue, and started sucking. It was easy for you. It was natural. The patterns in your head moved faster, broke faster, reconstituted themselves faster and faster as what little consciousness you had left started sinking into what what you were doing. Head bobbing, feeling the warmth turn into heat, you said, "Nnnnnn", your voice vibrating around the object you were serving, while a kind of pleasure started bubbling somewhere inside you, and you knew, you knew without the need for any knowledge, that your mind could return, yes, at some point, but you were completely, irretrievably broken, now and forever.
Something spurt in your mouth, and you finally lost yourself, and you were home.