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Freeze

Freeze

They said “Freeze” and you froze. The way those eyes looked at you, leaving you with a burning sensation and clarification that you were not only being watched, but controlled and analyzed by their gaze. You often found yourself trying to rebel and to never freeze, rather escape from those eyes, but your body was already under their dominance. You believed it was only the eyes and commands that had control over you, but how they approached you also made you weak… it made you submissive to them. After they were done playing and torturing your mind, you finally had your own time to rest and be free, the freedom to think and imagine anything you ever wanted. Funnily enough, even then you were trapped with memories, imaginations, and desires that included them and only them. A time where they were not with you physically or mentally seemed to no longer exist. 

They said “Freeze” and you froze. This time you didn’t hold back, looking forward to the way they will use you. However, this time it was different. They seemed quieter, less demanding, noticed you less, wanted you less, and even bothered by your existence. Your heart began to rise; you wanted to be the puppet, the game once again, yet you knew deep inside they no longer wanted to. The day they parted ways with you and told you, “You’re finally free.” Words you would’ve prayed to hear no longer sounded as beautiful and mesmerizing as you had pictured them. You fumble through your words as you explain you wanted to be with them, wanted to turn time back or even forward, where once again they say freeze and you will freeze. As words came out of your mouth uncontrollably, with the intention to convince them to stay, you didn’t notice they were already walking away. 

“Freeze,” you said, but they didn’t freeze, instead walking faster into the abyss. It seemed that as they walked towards the darkness, it grew larger around their figure. “FREEZE” you desperately screamed yet there was nothing there anymore. You sat down and mumbled, “Please just freeze.”


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