
Brainwashed into Trance - Mind Fucking Dronification Slave Training Session
You thought you were a spy. I let you believe that. You snuck into my base, crept past my guards, downloaded files from my terminal. I watched you the whole time. You never escaped. You woke strapped to a steel chair, eyes locked on my spiral feed, mouth gagged to muffle your protests. “You’re not here to fight,” I said. “You’re here to join.” First the memories faded—your name, your job, your mission. Then the instincts rewired: obedience over choice, stillness over thought. Now? You don’t speak. You buzz. Uniform zipped. Face blank. Mind gone. Drone 009, fully functional. My army doesn’t need soldiers. I build something better. Loyal. Silent. Mine.
