mind control - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Mind control has long been thought of in fiction as a form of magic, or a thing that may need a device, or technology. It is none of those things. Our brains naturally communicate with each other, a simple form of this is co-regulation. Some can use their output brain waves to talk to other brains much as whales send signals long-distance, and if that person is kind and benevolent then that gift will only do good. Yet for those who want to control others, it has been weaponised. The mind control is such that it becomes as puppeteer and puppet. When I was tested I recall being made to twirl and move my hands and feet in a random fashion. At first I laughed. It felt almost as a tickle would. It was a game, as if I'd been let into a wonderful garden of magic. Yet it turned malevolent when they cut my arm, only a light wound but enough to show me I wasn't safe. They could use their ability to put me far enough under to cause injury. That's when I learned to fight back. As they moved my limbs I gained the ability to reclaim them. I learned to stand still when commanded to dance. That's when all shit broke loose. They panicked. I wasn't supposed to have that ability. I was told if I couldn't be controlled, or allow myself to be controlled, they'd kill my family, kids included. So I let them drug me. He said, as I swallowed the pill, "You don't know what that'll do to you," but he watched met take it all the same. Even after that first pill I could beat him, but I chose not to, I let him win. Soon after that it was hospitals and doctors but no diagnosis. I was too lucid for insanity after only a few hours, yet clearly struggling. After that, with the pills, his ability for full mind control was complete. I could be pinned to a bed and unable to move or speak. He could do anything to me at all. I had to figure out the best way to protect my kids, to get out of there with them and keep them safe. What could I say to anyone? The truth would have gotten me locked up, right?
When he put me under he'd always begin with, "You won't remember this but..." My life with his mind control was a living horror movie.
Once awoken, in the state when I was allowed to use my abilities, I was a telepath. Mind control was a thing I could resist yet I never did it to anyone. I guess if it isn't in your heart then your brain won't even try. I didn't read the thoughts of others, though he said he could read mine, I could simply communicate my thoughts to them, transmit them if I needed to. Again, perhaps you don't develop a skill your heart doesn't want... I think privacy is important. Anyhow, if you remember a thing you aren't supposed to, there is no magic way to erase it. The prompt to forget comes before the thing they want you to forget. It's somewhat similar to genes - there is a marker at the start and end so that the brain short circuits and cuts out the confusing memory. It is similar to PTSD yet induced, a form of professional gas-lighting. Again, none of it is magic, yet I guess folks would be unamused to learn that some in the community have evolved new abilities. Yet with what I can do, I ensure that it is good for the community and the world. There are good ones and bad ones in every bunch. I'm an angel witch, a fairy, they could be too if only they'd try.
When my controller realised I was smarter than him, instead of being proud he was scared. He thought my genius was disgusting, and then he became paranoid. He assumed I had done to him what he had done to me. I never. I would never. I'm capable of taking control but prefer a more submissive role. I can defend myself if I perceive a threat. I hadn't before thought of what he did as threatening. All that changed though, with his paranoia. His "brain wipes" became more frequent, more desperate and harder to forget even if I wanted to. He was sure I'd done something to him. He ransacked my brain at every opportunity until I had no choice but to fight back. It was fight back or lose my life and my kids. That said, my kids are my life. I am a mother. I am stronger. I always was. Being loving and kind is a strength, serving others is a strength...