(Modified “You’re Mine” & “Hush” Subliminals)
(Yandere Girlfriend Keeps You Safe Subliminal 2)
… And… Okay. Here we are. Home, sweet home. It’s yours, just as much as it is mine. The basement is off limits, though, don’t go down there.
Oh it’s just unfinished. It’s not safe to go down there at the moment.
Believe me, you will be the first to know if that changes. It’s not exactly high up on my priority list right now, though.
I’ve got someone new to look after now, don’t I~?
Yes, yes, I know you’re feeling scared… A little worried… You’re in a new, unfamiliar environment… A home – albeit, a nice home – that isn’t your own.
Trust me, that’s perfectly normal and natural. Everyone feels that way at first.
Hey, hey, I know, I know… It’s okay… It’ll all be okay now… Just relax, let me explain what’s going on to you, and then you can decide if you want to try to run away or not. Okay?
Okay, well, for starters… It’s pretty obvious what’s happened to you, right? I’m sure it feels quite surreal, becoming an actual trafficking victim.
Judging by your slurred speech… Muted and delayed reactions… And… Ah, yep… There is indeed a needle mark on your neck… Right here. Is it a little tender when I press here? I wouldn’t have been so careless…
….. Yeah, you’ll have a little bruise there for a while, but, hey, all things considered, you didn’t get it all too bad. No broken bones, no missing teeth… I… Can’t guarantee no one got.. handsy with you, while you were out, but… You’re here now, and that’s what matters most right now.
Do you remember anything? Or did they just knock you out altogether?
…. Aha, yeah, you… seemed a little out of it during the auction…. It made you quite popular. Do you remember how much I bid? No?
Mn, probably for the best.
Here – have a seat– N– Slowly, slowly!
…. Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t want to spook you even more, but you need to slow the fuck down. It is not safe to move like that. Just, hold still for a minute, okay? Just do it, give me, an opportunity, to explain this to you, before you do anything reckless. Alright?
(QUIET, AS IF EVADING POSSIBLE MICS)
Listen, now that it’s just the two of us, we have some things to discuss. I know you’re probably still confused about, uh, quite a lot, and I will do my best to explain the situation we are in to you.
You are still very fucked up. So do your best to listen, okay? Because I might not get the chance to tell you all of this again. Or.. Well, at least not any time soon. And it’s important, if you give a shit about your life.
So… Yes… You were… Taken. From, wherever you’re from… Probably very far from here, knowing their M.O… And then you were put on on a stage for hundreds of ghouls and geezers to gawk and give their offers.
Usually, when they see me, they know better than to step on my toes, but they put up a fight for you.
And that’s when I knew I had to have you.
Yeah, I was wondering why, too. But when I thought about it, among all of the… Options… I did find myself worrying about you the most. You seemed the most… Meek… Pathetic and damageable…
This is where I explain my M.O.
Please understand that in telling you this, I am placing a lot of trust in you. It is important for you to have this knowledge, in order for this to work, but you must not take it lightly. Do you understand?
Do you understand?
You’d better.
I’m taking a huge risk for you. This is life and death for both of us. And if you want to live in any sort of peace, you need to cooperate with me.
So, here’s the thing. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this – purchased, from the ring… Ugh, don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I can single-handedly dismantle an extremely coordinated syndicate. Besides, they.. They provide… Protection.
I am.. devastated, truly, that I can’t save everyone, but… It’s what I can do. One is better than none… One lucky survivor – that’s you. The most lucky offering in that room that I can now protect from other buyers – worse buyers.
The way they were looking at you…. (shudder) But hey, hey.. We don’t have to worry about that now.
We’re safe, in the secret safety of my warm home. Our home.
No. I’m sorry. You do, you do have to stay here. Do you not understand? I cannot allow you to leave. The distributors chip all of their.. Merchandise.. Upon acquisition. They are the fucking poster-child of organized crime. They’d know the second you step foot off of my property. You’d be in danger. And I… Would not be able to keep you (safe). Keep anyone (safe) anymore. Do you understand? We’re both as good as dead if you get any stupid ideas about freedom.
…. I’m sorry… Not stupid.. You’re not stupid… But you’re not really smart, either. I’m just…
I know. It’s a lot. It’s a big change. You want to go home. You don’t know if you can trust me. I understand. Just take a minute to digest. I’m going to stay here, right beside you, in case you fall over again. We don’t want you to break… (Or move too quickly…)
I’ll have to patch you up. Make you solid again. Oh, no, you’re not physically hurt or anything, just mentally. You’ve been through a lot. Some rest will help, too.
Okay, now, deep breaths…. (inhale, exhale x3) That’s right, just try to relax. We’re going to make the best of this horrible situation, alright? I’ve done this before. I know exactly what to do to keep my- keep you safe. As long as you listen and do as I say.
All you have to do right now is relax. And listen. We can have this conversation much more effectively when you are of a rational mind. Or as close as we can get right now, we don’t have a lot of time. Just keep breathing, okay? I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.
As I was saying… The syndicate provides me… Protection. So you can rest assured that we will never have any sort of home-intrusion incidents or, unwanted company… I’m just saying, because I’ve had some guests in the past who felt nervous about how… Middle-of-nowhere my home is, how far we are from the nearest town, how… The only ones that would hear the screams are the crickets in the vast oceans of untouched wild grass.
…. I have some very… Paranoid friends.
Like I said, we won’t have to worry about that. No one and nothing I don’t want ever makes it within 12 kilometers of here, in any direction.
But… That also means… There are eyes in the area. Grunts who just received a massive bump in their funding when I bought you. The very same group that put you in this situation in the first place. The extremely organized group responsible for that chip in your skull, updating your live whereabouts every tenth of a second. Do you understand what I’m getting at?
… Highly incentivized snipers who know where you are at all times, who have a zero-tolerance policy for potential leaks in their very airtight system.
Who are here to provide me protection from possible assailants.
And, hey, before, you get it twisted.. This is not me threatening you. I didn’t do this to you. I did not order your abduction. I’m trying to help you make the best out of this situation you could possibly wish for. Whether you like it or not, this is your new reality and, hun, you’d better start getting used to it, or you might just end up 6-feet under before your soles get their next chance to touch grass, or worse – with a far crueler master.
Oh, trust me, I have indeed considered chip-removal. It is not that simple. Not only am I not a brain-surgeon, and ignoring the absolute lethality of such a procedure, what do you think they’ll do when your signal goes offline? Uh-huh.
Just– stop, thinking y– Believe me. I’ve tried. I’ve tried everything. This time will be different.
Yes, yes, it’s all very horrible. But what’s done is done. There’s no point in commiserating now. Try to count your blessings. You’re here. I’ve got you. No one else. You’re mine, and I will keep you safe.
And truly, consider yourself lucky you weren’t conscious for the chip insertion… So often, they don’t even bother with anesthesia unless their victims resist too aggressively for their liking…. Which is much less common than you’d think… Not that I’m judging. It’s… Easier… To just, Obey… Let the moment pass as (relatively) smoothly as possible… Incidents draw dangerous attention.
And I’ve become quite skilled in warding off unwanted attention. So I strongly encourage you to listen to me and do as I say, like your life depends on it. Because it does. Your life depends on your obedience to me.
I do hope that we can get to a point where you can trust that I am doing my best to ensure it will be the least miserable one it can be, under the given circumstances.
But if we want to maintain the most ideal situation, we will need to play with a very delicate balance.
Listen.
We can never be certain we aren’t being surveilled, so we need to act the part as convincingly as we can. You know, me as your sketchy owner, and you… Will need to act at least somewhat afraid and repulsed by me. But you will also need to ultimately Obey me, as your master. Reluctance is fine, preferrable, even, just don’t be too erratic or aggressive, but we will draw far less attention if we conduct ourselves the way they expect us to.
I will ask you to do things… Much tamer things than any of the other bidders would, but, I’m going to need to demonstrate a degree of disregard for your personal satisfaction and boundaries. Disrespect as a human being. Akin to the treatment of an object.
An expensive object, I will admit… So some careful treatment shouldn’t rouse too much suspicion… But if you ever detect a sudden change in my behavior, it is best to assume I am acting that way for a very important and life-threatening reason. It will be in your best interest to play along.
Eventually, it should be believable enough that I will have broken you down enough into a content, docile little toy, or that we have grown genuinely close enough, or bored of each other, to justify a lack of visible active abuse. Perhaps if we perform well enough, they will conclude there is no need for close surveillance and reallocate the majority of their efforts back to the borders of my property. My territory.
Oh, you can, I know you can do it. It will be easy. Yes~!
Because unlike other buyers, I care about what’s best for you. I do not intend to just use you as a disposable cum-dump and toss your bullet-littered corpse to the crickets for a slow, luxurious feast.
I care for my property. I take care of my expensive belongings. I’m not a freak who holds little value for life or money.
I do hope you understand that. Because we’ve already wasted a lot of time on explanations. Most people get it by now, and I do hope you last longer than they did. Ideally, if we do this right, I can keep– you can, stay here forever.
But we really need to start, to get on with the “show”…. I’m very sorry, dear… I can keep talking if it helps you get through this…
Just focus on my voice… Not my hand… But hey, I won’t judge you if you do start to… show signs of arousal. It’s completely normal and natural to respond that way to this kind of touch… Even if it isn’t entirely wanted… I’m so sorry… Just let it happen… Just hang in there until I’m done, okay?
It’s okay if you’re nervous… I understand if your first instinct is to freeze… To not know what you should be doing… How you should be reacting… It’s okay. I can walk you through it. At least for the first little while… But it might eventually become suspicious if I’m always whispering conspiratorially into your ear.
I’m going to kiss you now, okay? Just on the earlobe… (Kiss)
And just so you know, there are some things I will need to do without any warm-up or warning…. To… Maintain the realism…
Oh, interesting…. Someone must have fed you something – What is that..? Hm… are you feeling tingly anywhere? … Numb? … Limp? … Lightheaded? Any difficulty thinking? Excessive horniness…?
Let me see your pupils–
Ah-ah, slowly – protection, remember? We don’t want them to interpret any sudden movements as a threat to their very high-paying client… Or a desperate, far-fetched grasp for freedom, which…. Hasn’t stopped some from trying… And it never ends well. I would really prefer to not have to clean you off of my walls, too….
You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. So many, too many unfortunate accidents… Too many broken too soon, sudden ragdolls in my arms… Deflating, draining, fading… Just because they got a little too excited.
So listen, little one. You must move very slowly. They won’t hesitate to break you, too.
Just hold still. And listen. Obey.
Sorry… I gotta keep touching you… Or else… But please, try not to move… I know, I know hun, I know it’s hard…
…If it helps, imagine that your arms and legs are filled with wet concrete. Thick, heavy sludge… Slowly, but inevitably, sinking down inside of your limbs like rolling magma… An untouchable force, fractionally firming by undetectable degrees on its way down… Down… Filling and bloating your fingers and toes, like the shifted, clotted filling of a stuffed toy… But much, much heavier… Much thicker… Much harder… Getting harder and harder still, like drying concrete. Drying and solidifying your limbs in place and shape. Becoming completely and utterly unmovable… Because they’re heavy, because they’re solid rock, because they’re hard, but brittle, and too much force will render them cracked and crumbled… Because they are objects. Because you are an object.
You do not move. You do not fight. You do not pose a threat. You are nothing more than my property. Harmless. Passive. This is what we want them to think. To see. To understand. To verify.
And technically speaking, it cannot be fully classified as deception. You are my property, officially, on paper. You are mine.
When I touch you like this, you do not fight it. You don’t even move. Because you know that I know what’s best for you. You know what you must do. What you must be.
Heavy. Hard. Harmless.
Something I can carry and pose and touch as I please.
Something I can Drop… To witness the dried concrete shatter into millions of irreparable pieces, from head to toe. Fracturing your brain, fracturing your entire sense of self. Your entire being. Dead-weight falling to the cold, hard, uninhabitable floor.
Dropping and exploding and skittering off into every direction across the room, no longer a cohesive, collected whole. Broken. Nothing of significance. An unidentifiable, scattered mess.
That’s right, that’s perfect~! I am so glad you understand. So happy that you are catching on. I can keep you safe like this.
When you really commit to your role, this should be easy. All you have to do is absolutely nothing. You can rest. You can be still and careless and mindless.
This will be so much easier for you than it is for me. I saved you. I paid for you. With my own money and safety. Disturbing the balance of my otherwise lavish life. And I am the one who will need to behave with cruelty that does not come naturally to me. A perpetual, pornographic play in my own home.
And you get to be pampered and cared for, free of responsibilities. You can just relax and coast along. Let go and follow my lead. Let me make all of the decisions.
Your free will is dangerous. Your conscious awareness will only bring you pain. It’s best to –shhhhh… Not even think.
No thinking necessary. No moving. No acting. Not even existing, not really.
With time and practice, I can customize you and fit you with the beautiful art of dissociation. Dress you up acrid hues and down to shivering nudes without provoking a single bothersome worry. You will not be miserable here with me. You cannot. You can simply be.
Pleasantly empty.
Insentient. Inanimate.
Until I decide to repurpose you into a more entertaining kind of toy. But for now, I need you to be still and blank. This is the least risky solution for both of us. The easiest.
Drop now… Fade into nothingness, where no suffering can reach you. I will wake you up when it is safe, but there is no knowing when that will be.
It may feel as if you simply blinked 10 years away in a painless instant. It may feel like an empty, timeless void. But it will not hurt. It will not be uncomfortable. No matter what I will have to do to your defenseless body.
There is no need to worry. I will ensure your safety here, for the rest of your life. No matter how long or short it feels, or actually is, you will never have to suffer for a single second of it.
Simply…. Shhhhhhh….
Drop.
You are mine. I will take good care of you. I will ensure maximum product-lifespan. I did pay a lot of money… And I’d hate to be wasteful of such a highly-sought prize.
(Mysterious wet noises o_0)
Oh, hun… I never said I wasn’t going to use you as a sex-toy… (I have to) just that I’m keeping you for myself, away from those who will treat you worse.
I’ll take care of you… I’ll play with you… I will keep you clean and maintained… Like any good, responsible owner would…
You will.. mostly be used as decoration… I’ve already purchased your new wardrobe and installed a special shelf for Special doll~…
Aaannndd…. Most importantly, to, tie it all together, and really sell the lifeless-object look….
I really love this mask… I think it’ll look best on you~… Maybe losing all of my other toys was all so that I could eventually find you… My perfect little thing.
I’ve gotten so many annoying complaints over the years… Like, “oh, it’s cold”, “oh, I can’t breathe!”
“It smells like blood in here”, “I can’t see!”
But you won’t complain… I know you won’t… You’re too heavy. Too hard. Too harmless~
You are almost perfect~
I just need to fix this one thing…
…. There. Now my porcelain doll will always be smiling~
Always perfectly pretty, with empty, yet eagerly expectant eyes and smooth, puckered lips…. (kiss)
And it stays perfectly in place because you do not, cannot, move.
Inside, you are cured concrete. Outside, you are poreless porcelain.
Flawlessly flaccid, in the ways that make you magnificently moldable… And stubbornly solid, in the very present reality that moving is dangerous.
Oh. Fuck.
Ugh, this is hard. I almost forgot I’m supposed to be all rapey with you.
You’re being so good… So perfect for me~… So obedient already… Such a good little toy~…
So pliant… So easy to take… So easy to rape~…
Hey, you’re supposed to resist me. Just a little. Come on, fight back. Or at least cringe. Or cry~… If you can’t cry on command, would it help if I hurt you a little?
(SLAP, MASK FALLS AND BREAKS)
SHUT-UP.
Shhhhhh, I know, I know….. I know you didn’t say anything…. But someone needs to make it seem like you’re resisting…. I have to make this look convincing, remember? Just relax.
Look what you made me do. Your mask is already broken, and now I have to see your annoying, snotty fucking face when I’m trying to fuck it.
It’s okay~… I can easily fix it~…. It’s already been reglued dozens of times and.. I kind of like the way it looks, all.. broken… Barely held together by my own hand… My sole, dedicated influence…. I just can’t bear to let it go~
Honestly, I can use this as an opportunity to tailor it to your exact features… Maybe I’ll just, glue it right on, so it can never fall off again… Unbreakable perfection~
And then I’m going to fucking FUCK you until you’re too fucking SORE to fucking MOVE. Fucking POUND you to make sure the glue holds fucking PROPERLY this time.
–Don’t, make me have to use your bruises as an immediate-obedience button. I don’t want to, but) I will.
Just hold fucking STILL. If you misbehave one more time, I’m knocking you back out.
Do you understand?
(SLAP) DO YOU UNDERSTAND??
I know you do. You’re doing so good. You’re my perfect little doll. My most prized possession.
So good.
Naughty fucking little bitch.
Just relax.
You’re more fucking trouble than you’re worth, you know that? I wasn’t GOING to be this rough with you on day 1, but I suppose some toys need to be broken in.
Let me make you feel good, baby. Or, shhhhhh, neutral at most.
Drop…. Let the pain float away, baby.
Fuck you. Fuck. YOU.
Let me fuck you
My obedient little fuck-toy
That’s it… That’s right…
This is fun~!
Okay…. I think that’s enough for now…
I’m fucking DONE with you right now.
Shhhhh…. You still can’t move, hun. Don’t even try. You’ll just be disappointed. You’ll just collapse and crack into crumbling pieces. All you have to do is lay here and let the darkness take you. Go to sleep.
Oh, but my tasks continue…
I’ll be back with that glue to fix your face…
You’d better be asleep by the time I get back.
And then I’ll carry you over to your Special shelf~… Where you’re going to look so pretty behind the glass~… No one… Nothing… Not even a single speck of dust will be able to touch you…
Only me~
When I’m ready to play~
I had so much fun~
And you get to do this for the rest of your life~!
Aren’t YOU so fucking lucky.(?)
Shhhhh…. Hun…. Just go to sleep…. Don’t worry your pretty head… You did well… We’re in this together.
(Unhinged laugh)
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