CW: Descriptions of gore.
To strip away everything that makes me me.
I’d give up everything for that to be me.
Start with my arms, my ability to resist, to punch, to hold.
Then my legs, so I cannot leave, leave me as a living corpse.
I can’t resist, I can’t fight back, now begin the alteration. Start by placing me in front of a mirror shaving my head.
Then, remove my vocal chords, my tongue, and stitch my mouth shut, into the shape of a loving, permanent smile. The stitches are optional, since I won’t be able to move my mouth.
My teeth will also be gone, so I can’t bite or chew.
Then, remove my neck muscles, so I can’t turn away.
Then, make any alterations to my skin or flesh, whether they be weight removal or gain, marks, bruises, writing, color, whatever mistress wishes.
Then my brain is removed, there goes any sense of worry or apprehension, any individuality, and fear and pain.
All gone. That just leaves the heart. It can be removed, but by this point, I’m no longer human regardless.
What I am, is but a doll of human flesh and blood. I exist only for the purpose of mistress. Such a fate may horrify most, but it is what we are groomed to be from the start. If not, why give us free will then teach us only to obey, if not to say that free will, is not a blessing, but a curse.
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