Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32962302-20170827130705

I have searched ardently for Him, a voyage spanning over two decades. Every time I thought I had a lead, a dead end would soon follow. I would weep for days and nights under a starless sky, screeching into the hollow void above for Him to return, tearing out my hair and shredding the skin of my face with my overgrown nails. At last, my endeavors have been rewarded. Bless fate for this joyous, marvellous day, He has returned!



I only wish He had entered my life at an earlier stage, and enlightened me with the forbidden knowledge I desired so much to obtain. It is unfortunate that time cannot be reversed, but from here on it is my duty and priority to serve Him and carry out His every command. In return, He will offer me his transcendent level of knowledge and everlasting protection, which I do not actively seek nor will I ever be worthy of receiving, however I believe He will offer to me out of generosity and superior mercy.



At the outset of His quest for mass enlightenment, He operated under the codename ‘Arsenic33’. He gathered His earliest followers through live streams which could be accessed through the dark web, after downloading a software called ‘Dysprosius’ which worked in a fashion similar to that of Skype. I was introduced to His wonderful mission the first time I met him, a truly glorious occasion. He offered me salvation from my prison, where those around me who supposedly cared for my wellbeing deemed me insane and undeserving of freedom. They constrained me in a room like an animal where I was forced to repeat useless activities, and trapped like a caged rat, I was on the verge of ending my misery for eternity starting with a single knotted rope.



He left a private message on my Facebook account after I posted my final farewell update. It read ‘YOU NEED ME’ followed by a private mobile number. Goodness, I have an urge to tear my eyeballs from their sockets when I remember how I almost ignored His calling, thinking it was another one of those suicide hotline messages. How unbelievably stupid and ignorant of me! I am eternally thankful for His effort to lead my worthless and underserving self from the pits of hell where I should’ve ended up, and I can never owe him enough for it.



Out of curiosity I ended up calling the number, thinking nobody would answer. When I heard His voice for the first time, I immediately became addicted to every sound he made. The deep vibrations of the growl he made on vowels, the succulent rolling of his tongue every time he pronounced an ‘r’… I experienced orgasmic shivers and sensations from hearing him alone, and the uncontrollable desire to experience these again suddenly gave birth to a new will for life inside me.



‘Greetings, Rebecca,’ he said with no hesitation as soon as connection had been reached.



‘H-hello? W-who is this?’ I stuttered like a child, a first impression most shameful to reconsider. Scrolling through Facebook, I noticed the private message in question had vanished without a trace.



‘I am one who desires to help you out of your situation. I will lead you down a path which will open your eyes for the rest of your days. If you do not wish to accept the help I am offering, please hang up immediately.’



<p class="MsoNormal">‘What help are you talking about?’ Again, I was repeatedly spewing the nonsensical, ignorant questions.

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘You wanted to end your life. Why end it when you can change it? Why pluck a green rose bud from its roots just because it has not yet reddened?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Listen, I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing. I’m grateful you’re trying to help but this is my decision and you can’t change my mind.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Will you at least let me try, my darling? Or will you hang up and meet your doom?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘I’ll let you try, alright. What the fuck do you want to do, weirdo?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">My unforgivable attitude was clearly undeserving of the second chance he had so graciously offered.

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘I am sending you a link to download a piece of software. Using it, I would like to show you something which will open your eyes to the truth. But once you see it, you can never go back.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘What fucking truth? Are you one of those Jehovah’s Witnesses or some other bullcrap? You’re just gonna give my computer a virus, no way.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Why do you care if your computer gets a virus if you’re going to die anyway?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘You’ve got a point, but I just don’t wanna make it the last thing I do.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘I’ll take that as a refusal. Best wishes for a quick death.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘You’re not a suicide hotline, are you? You’re seriously creeping me out.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘I have no further business with you, Rebecca. Farewell.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘No, wait! Fine, I’ll download your stupid shit, show me what the hell you want and make it quick.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘So you accept.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Yeah, whatever.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Check your email inbox,’ His smooth, deep voice was almost a whisper.

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘How do you know my fucking email?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘I know everything about you Rebecca. Your family, age, school, address, so on. I’ll have you know I’m not an ordinary person and I’m capable of doing many things to you right now. You can try calling the police or any other authorities if you wish – it will be futile. But let me remind you, there’s absolutely no need to be scared. After all, nothing I can do to you is worse than the death you planned for yourself.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">Chills of excitement ran through my body, though at the time I mistook them for fear, unaware of my luck. He, a being higher than all deities, had acknowledged me and my existence fully.

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘What the actual…’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘So if you’re curious, hurry up and get on with it.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">I compelled myself to download the software from the link he had sent, ridiculous to think in retrospect that I even hesitated to complete one of his orders.

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Dysprosius.exe… the heck is this thing?’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Listen here, little girl. Daddy wants to show you something you won’t forget. Be quiet and watch carefully, because you could be next.’

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<p class="MsoNormal">‘Oh I get it. You wanna recruit me into porn? You’re bullshit -‘

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<p class="MsoNormal">He disconnected. <ac_metadata title="Unnamed story opening - should I continue? (unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>