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Morning commute.

This morning on the train to work a woman got on and sat down next to me. She was much shorter than me with jet black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a black suit, black tights and flats. I immediately wanted her to slip a chloroform soaked rag over my mouth, looking dispassionately into my eyes as I slip into unconsciousness. Then I’d wake up later tied up on the floor of her bedroom wearing nothing but a nappy and a (thick) mouth gag.

Then the brainwashing would begin. “You like it here.” “You’ve always lived here.” “You never want to leave here.” “Being here with mummy is all you’ll ever want.”