Thread: H.D.E [Detention Centre] (Blissy x November)

Picture Pending Welcome to H.D.E -------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- -------------------------- ----------------- -------- --- Naturally there was a place for good girls and the bad.. Any girl deserving the title of Good, you'd never find here. Here, this place, whatever it was.. It was something else entirely, unlike anything you had ever known. Only those with some of the wildest bizarre sexual fetishism would ever begin to believe such a place existed.. But that was just it, it wasn't a place existing for that purpose but something else entirely.. Naturally all of that stuff came second of course, as the purpose of such a place was branded as a form of rehabilitation a place where bad girls went to become good, perfect smiling little adaptations of their former selves.. and property of others. This place was no place of freedom, though it did exist, within its own hidden forms.. Naturally no new product would ever figure that out to their general understanding, they only knew what they were told and as such did exactly that.. Some might call it a jail, others a hospital but most knew it as a corporation.. and whatever they did, it made things work in this world and that was all that mattered. Companies wanted money and society wanted peace, laws had changed people had too at that and luxury was in poverty out. People worked at their perfect little jobs smiling to one another as the hours struck on by by the ticks of perfect little clocks and problems met swift resolve at the edge of a business firms daily meeting. Families smiled at one another as they'd walk through their streets with their children and properties and everything was so perfect. The company made it all possible, and it wasn't just cosmetic but it was real, image was one thing but mentality was more powerful. Not everyone in the world could have a pretty face and that was life, or so you were thought to believe. Your breasts couldn't be the perfect size you wanted them to be, or even your hips or bottom for that matter.. Plastic surgery was tacky and grotesque compared to the works of said company, with the things they were capable of it seemed less of a value to become someone else when you could become something else.. Time didn't seem to exist here, never in this place as minutes become hours and hours days, days minutes and minutes back into seconds. It didn't make much sense at all, but perhaps that was done as intended? Had logic really been so important in a place such as this? When it wasn't even the slightest consideration of a product to consider the basic fundamentals of their general living? What clothing should I wear today, how should my hair be done? None of it seemed to register to her.. Instead she found herself only bewildered by the general practice of trying to remember her own name. She went to sleep and woke up like everyone else, but it wasn't done in the same fashion as you might expect. There was no soft bed for her to lay down in and she'd never just simply rest her eyes until she doze off into a wonderful sleep that she'd later awake. Instead she felt more like she were wind up on a turn key or perhaps manipulated by a remote control that she had never seen. Her eyes closed suddenly and her minded ceased to work as it should in natural situations. Her body didn't collapse into padded sheets and warm snuggy pillows, instead simply just being turned off on what felt like command. It didn't make sense to her at all, but not much did.. Their were things to consider here, issues to address and errors to be fixed and that was all that she intended to commit herself to achieving. The odd part was, she hadn't even had the slightest idea as to why she felt the urge to do the things she did, it were simply as if there were just something inside her head that forced her to submit to such decisions and choices.. but naturally she loved obeying these said orders. They never left, the words were always their, it felt like they were literally burned into her mind, they flickered through her eyes as her head would only slowly bob at their presence and she'd feel so determined to comply. Some might say it was cruel to have said limited freedom, if any at all, but really when she went easy about it she found that she had more freedom then she could ever thought she may have had being equally defiant as she were obedient. These words, they spoke to her, guided her to reaching the peace with herself and seemed to diminish that sense of conflicting resistant disobedience that caused her so much stress and discomfort in her ever changing state of mind. She had learned the learning to listen was teaching herself everything she had needed to know and anything else wasn't worth knowing until her mind had instructed her to do so.. Sensibly the only thing she could do was gaze back at herself in her own empty reflection, mesmerized by what she was becoming. The room they kept her in was shiny, or so it seemed to be, with its sleek silver and white toned metallic walls that only appeared that way, they couldn't have the girls hurting themselves now could they? That was bad business and people were critical about the state of their products of course. She found herself lost in a wonderful reflection that was only herself. She felt dazed and confused by her appearance but then those words that she'd see in her eyes kicked back in and reminded her that everything was a-okay, just as it should be. Her inflated lips hung wide and open as ever as she found herself wondering if her lips could ever truly become as big as they were or if something else were- Yes.. they looked absolutely greet. Her eyes too, like an old television set on an offline station, colours of green black, yellow, blue, red and white barring beside one another in an empty dull fashion and gleaming with wonderful cybernetic glow that only technology could bare.. The rest of it was fuzzy to her, she thought her hair was blonde but was it? Of course it was, thats what the words in her eyes told her when she thought about it.. Oh where would she be without those words? They told her everything she needed to know and only that, everything else was not her business.. and not minding her own business meant that she was being a bad girl and she knew what happened when she was a bad girl? The more she tried to make out, the less and less seemed to matter to her. Why was she here-? Oh yes, she was suppose to be! Was she safe? Of course she was What was her name That wasn't important The words did their place as her mind served to challenge them but phase out slowly at the entry of the questions provided to her thoughts, as the answers literally rolled across her eyes in a digital font. No matter what she had intended to do, their was always a save answer to ease her fear. She felt fearless in a sense, but utterly terrified in another. She had no freewill, but all the freewill in the world and any doubt she had been filled and she'd so oddly go along with whatever answer she were provided.. She felt concern for other things too, not just the usual curiosities but others as well, ones that became more apparent to her as time seemed to disappear in its entirety and she would stare sluggishly at what she assumed to be her true reflection forever and ever and slowly she became even more clear to herself.. Her body felt mostly numb as she tried to register the temperature of the room, after learning the light intensity of it. A well lit, warm silver and white metal room.. with a soft air flow? This is your home She'd nod slowly to herself slowly as she'd realize she must have been mostly naked due to exposure of the temperature in the room.. I am not naked am I? You are dressed appropriately.. It felt as if she wore nothing more then a cloth around her breasts and a pair of small panties.. and what was on her feet? Her toes they were numb..? ---- ------------ ------------------- ------------------------- ------------------------------- ----------------------------------------