“The choice is yours, Richard: your submission or hers!” the latex-clad Mistress exclaimed whilst pointing at the silver, surgery-like table to which Sharon, his fiancée, was tied to. Above her, coming down from the ceiling, was an elongated metal tube with multiple antennas contorting creepily as if they were hungry creatures, desperate for a meal.
“How do I know you’ll release her if I do as you say?” Richard asked, his voice revealing a mix of anger, frustration, and dread. He fixed his weary eyes on the console next to the Mistress’ golden throne. If she pressed the glowing red button, Sharon’s personality would be obliterated, and that was something he couldn’t conceive, even if it meant losing his own individuality.
“You know because I say so and my word is law!” declared the dominant woman, dark-green eyes glimmering with undeniable power. “Agree to submit and I’ll let her walk out of this room with her freedom of thought intact!”
“Very well… I’ll do as you wish,” he said in resignation. “I love her, and I told her I would give my life for her if ever need be… I’m keeping my promise!”
“Richard... don’t do this! Please…” Sharon cried out as she realized the tremendous sacrifice he was about to do for her.
“I’ve made up my mind, sweetheart. Your life is more important than mine and it will always be so! Just remember I love you, okay?”
“I… I love you, too.”
“Enough with the affection displays, already!” She Mistress shouted, crossing her legs and pressing a white button just below the feared red one. Immediately, Sharon’s bindings were retracted so she could move again. It was time for him to take her place. “Sharon, that green door over there is your way out of here. Go now and don’t even bother calling the authorities when you’re finally in the clear. By the time they reach here, we’ll be long gone! Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do,” she responded, still sobbing as she got up and kissed the man she loved one last time. In his ear, she whispered: “I’ll never forget you… thank you!”
He broke the contact between them before the grief of eternal separation became unbearable and watched her move towards the green door. Standing guard, a couple of naked men and women, all devoid of any thoughts or emotions, stepped aside to let her pass. After she was gone, two of the male servants, the most robust ones, approached Richard at the command of their Mistress to make sure he did nothing stupid.
“I’ve kept my end of the bargain. Now, keep yours!” She instructed.
Defeated, Richard lay down on the cold table and didn’t protest when the metal latches were locked tight to his wrists and ankles. In utmost silence, he saw the antennas above him spring to life, executing a mechanical dance was beyond his comprehension. There was a humming sound and then a spectacle of flashing lights illuminated his entire body, invading his pupils and taking control of his brain.
Ten minutes later, he was nothing more than a mindless thrall and obedient servant to the will of his Mistress, no different from the others. As he rose from the table, he heard her powerful voice:
“Strip, kneel, and kiss my boots, slave!” she commanded.
He complied at once for he no longer knew the meaning of “denial” and “resistance”. Only real people knew that, and he wasn’t a part of their world anymore.
“I live to obey you, Mistress!” he droned the moment he carried out her commands. “In what other ways can I be of service?”
She rubbed the tip of one of her shiny boots in his bare chest, a curl of platinum blonde hair falling mischievously upon her lips.
“You can start by going through that green door over there,” she ordered. “Inside, you won’t find a direct way out of here but instead a complex and winding labyrinth whose paths only lead to one dead end after another. The only real way out is the way in. Go there and capture the one that was once the love of your life for me! She needs to be trained to fulfill my every whim as well!”
“Yes, Mistress!” the servant announced, now imbued with the spirit of a hunter and seeking only to please. Sharon could be easily betrayed, but not the one that now owned his body and mind and would do so forever.
Standing tall and proud of his unquestioning devotion, he marched towards the door.