7/9/22 Control of the Lifeforce

 Control of the Lifeforce

You groggily open your eyes, not sure what happened to you, but now you sit, tied up in a chair. As all your senses return to you, you see two men conversing in front of you. They seem to know you are there, but are acting as if you were just a plant, sitting quietly off to the side. 

One of the men seems older and the other younger. The older man appears to be mentoring the younger, preparing him for something. The older man catches you in the corner of his eye.

“Ah perfect, he’s awake. Now the fun can begin.” The man's voice brings you a sense of dread. “So when you take a lifeforce, you must be quick, no hesitation. If you stutter, even just for a second it will not work.” The younger man attentively listens to his mentor. “You have to do it like this.” 

The older man walks over to you and quickly thrusts his hand towards your chest. You prepare for the impact of a punch but feel nothing. His hand has gone straight through your skin and flesh and is now inside your body. Your breaths grow heavy as your mind freaks out over the fact that a man's hand is inside your chest cavity, yet you feel nothing.  He pulls his arms out and in his hand he holds a grayish white blob, about the same size as his fist.

“Look here,” he motions to his apprentice, “This is a lifeforce. By taking someone's lifeforce you can control them, make them do whatever you wish.” The older man begins to play around with the slimelike blob, “Just as you mold and bend the lifeforce, so their will bends to yours.”

You feel strange as he squishes and pulls at the gray blob. Your thoughts no longer feel     like your own. Emotions and urges pass through your brain. You try to fight it but you can’t, you have lost control of your own mind and body.

“Now, when playing with a lifeforce you must be careful or else you can cause your subject immense pain, or even kill them,” the older man pauses and grins, “or if that is what you are going for then you can be as rough as you please. You see, the lifeforce can tear and rip very easily. The bigger the rip, the more pain is induced.” 

The older man starts making multiple little rips and small tears in the lifeforce. You feel it on your body. Like rough pinches or small knives cutting into your skin. You try your best to resist screaming. With deep inhales, you try to work through the pain.

“Can you show me a big rip?” the apprentice asks softly, unfazed by the pain on your face.

“Haha, that’s the spirit, of course I can,” the mentor responds, pleased with his apprentice. He grasps the sides of the lifeforce and creates a large tear right down the middle, not ripping it in half, but coming very close.

Everything inside and out burns with pain, a greater pain that you have ever felt before. You scream in agony, all your muscles tensing up. The pain was so great you wished for death, wanting it all to go away. 

“Now to make their pain stop, you simply mend the tears like this,” the mentor squeezes the life force back together into a nice solid blob. As he does, all the pain goes away. You are still in shock over the sudden amount of pain, but you can now calm down and recover.

“Also, unless you want to kill your subject, you cannot rip it all the way in half. If you tear a piece off the lifeforce completely, no matter how small it is, your subject will die and the lifeforce will disintegrate, meaning no putting them back together.”

The apprentice nods in understanding, “May I try?” he asks.

“Yes, let me just put this back in so you can practice pulling it out as well.”

The older man shoves the lifeforce back into your body. As it enters, you feel your free will return, the urge to escape is strong. You try to struggle against your restraints but they are too strong, you are helpless. The two men don't seem to care about your struggle.

The apprentice approaches you, “When I reach in, how will I find his lifeforce?” he asks his mentor.

“Don’t worry about that, you will find it. Just reach in, grab, and there it will be, in your hands.”

The younger man nods and inspects your chest, determining the best entry point. He takes a breath and shoves his hand into your chest. Your eyes go wide as the panic again sets in. It was such a weird feeling, knowing a hand was in there but feeling nothing. 

The apprentice pulls your lifeforce back out and again your thoughts shift. It is different this time as a different person holds your lifeforce, this younger man is much more immature, less focused, more excited by the thrill of control, than controlling his own emotions.

He begins to play around with the lifeforce. He tries to be careful but manages to cause multiple tears and rips. Tears fall from your eyes as you once again try to hold back and power through the pain. The apprentice then gains a devilish look in his eyes. He looks at you dead in the eye as he firmly grasps the lifeforce. You know what is coming but there is no way to prepare.

The agonizing pain shoots through you again as the apprentice roughly tears into the lifeforce. Your teeth grind as the screams escape through your clenched teeth. The joy on the apprentice's face strikes you with pure fear to add to the unbearable amount of pain. After a minute of pain the apprentice puts the lifeforce back together, giving you a brief respite.

The apprentice turns to his mentor, “May I kill him?” he asks, so casually.

“Yes, I have others for you to practise on later.” The apprentice smiles. “I would suggest a good fast rip. There is nothing more satisfying than that clean rip right down the middle.”

The younger man nods as he prepares the blob in his hands. You can do nothing, you are stuck in the chair, unable to even plead for mercy as the apprentice does not wish you to do so. The only thought you can force in your mind before you go is…’goodbye.’

The End

7/9/22