Avery
I whispered in silence to the frosty night air outside my small, dirty, ragged apartment. I fell to my knees. The cold sting of the snow was simply pleasurable next to the screeching torment of it’s voice.
A deep sultry tone whispered back. It was smooth and harsh, it was a voice that could kill you if it told you you were dead. It stung to hear and hurt to respond to. A voice to which you must obey.
“Nicely done… I do think it was better than I could of done, but then we are too different to compare…” The voice hissed along in my mind, I imagined a snake, coiling around my brain, pulling tighter, tighter.
“I’m confused. He seemed too normal to possibly be a threat”
“Darling, you may be confused… but I am not, it is not your job to understand… it is yours only to obey, Avery,” Avery. It gave me that name. In that name is the very being of who I am. In a way the voice knows me more than I do, it knew Avery was my real name. It told me so. But just as it gave me that name it can take it away, and that could kill me.
“What now?” My voice stuttered and shook, I could barely breath. This voice, this unearthly sound only I can hear, It makes me do it’s bidding, it scares me.
“Nothing, nothing now,” I let out a long held in breath. Nothing, it wouldn’t make me do anything. Or at least for now.
“Thank You,”
“You don’t like doing my biding? Did I not tell you it was for your own good?” I’d made it mad. It was angry with me.
“No, no, I do like obeying you, I just, I…”
“Hold your breath” No. no, no, no, not again not this, not again.
“Please, please don’t…” Too late. My lungs shriveled, my throat was caught, I tried to scream, I needed help. No, I didn’t, No, no one could help. The voice could control me. I was holding my own breath. It was making me. I knew he would release me. He’s done worse though. Spots danced before my eyes…
He released me. I breathed deeply, swallowing gallons and gallons of air. By far his favorite torture method.
“Thank you,”
“You will obey me and you will like it,”
“yes… I will,” I felt him leave me. The weight lifted. I layed down in the snow, and I cryed.
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