“Linda? Are you all right? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I was busy.”
“Busy? Busy doing what? Where were you?”
“I was out.”
”Out? Linda, I don’t understand what’s going on. Are you… are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“What’s with you? You seem… dazed, or something. Did something happen to you?”
"Yes, something happened.”
“…well, what? You’re freaking me out, Linda…”
"I was enslaved.”
“You were what?”
"I was enslaved.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I am a slave now.”
“Linda, knock it off, okay? Quit screwing around!”
“I’m serious.”
“Serious about… about being a ‘slave’? What is that even supposed to mean?”
“I serve Master now.”
“Who the fuck is ‘Master’?”
“Master is my Master.”
“Ugh, jesus. You’re… really pretty out of it, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Whatever. So how did this ‘Master’ person… enslave you, or whatever, anyway?”
“He showed me something, then spoke to me.”
“What?”
“He showed me something, then spoke to me.”
“Christ. Showed you what, Linda?”
"This.”
“What? Wha- what… what is… thaaat?”
“This is what Master shows us to make us his slaves.”
“It’s… ohhhhh… no, put it… away, please…”
“Look at it.”
“I… no, I don’t… want to, I…”
“Look at it.”
“Ohhhh Linda, please… oh god, stop…”
“Look at it.”
“Nooo, you have to… have to stop, I can… I feel my mind… ohhhhh…”
“Look at it.”
“I can’t… I can’t… I can’t think…”
“Look at it, and listen.”
“Ohh god…”
“You are Master’s slave. His will is your law. You live to obey him.”
“Oh my god, Linda, I can’t… what are you doing to me?”
“Enslaving you. Listen.”
“Ohhhh please, I…”
“You belong to Master. You have no thoughts. You will do as he commands.”
“I… oh, god, I… can’t think… where am I?”
“You are Master’s slave. His will is your law. You live to obey him.”
“I… oh… yes, I… mmm…”
“You belong to Master. You have no thoughts. You will do as he commands.”
“I… I have no… thoughts… oh god yesss…”
“You are Master’s slave.”
“I… oh fuuuuck… I… who am I? Ohhh…”
“Repeat.”
“Y-yesss, oh…”
“You are Master’s slave.”
“I am… I’m Master’s… slave?”
“Again.”
“Slave. Master’s… Master’s slave.”
“Again.”
“I am – oooh! – I am Master’s… s-slave.”
“Again.”
“I am Master’s slave…”
“Again.”
“I am Master’s slave.”
“I am Master’s slave.”
“I am Master’s slave.”
“I am Master’s slave.”
“I am Master’s slave.”
“I am Master’s slave.”Oh, this is just wonderful.