Controlling Cayla

Something was amiss in the night sky.

She heard the same psychological torture going on nearby.

There was lots of screaming.

And, creaming.

She was being controlled in ways that she had never known.

These are things that she never knew existed when she became grown.

Whatever caused this to happen, Cayla’s mind was completely blown.

She only knew that she was in a strange type of sleep.

And, she could only follow directions.

This level of control was deep.

There was only one command: « Fuck ».

What a twisted turn of luck.

This happened in the comfort of her home.

She had only a distant memory.

She was riding on top of a man.

Under the direction of another, she got off one.

Then, she got on another.

Done.

Afterwards, she fell back to sleep on the concrete floor.

Who was responsible for this?

It was a man.

But, why?

And, for how long?

This all seemed like a dream.

Cayla could only sigh.

What a mess!

Where was Shayla?

This was a direct violation of human rights.

Someone was drugging and psychologically controlling Cayla.