These words echo inside my head.
"You kissed her!"
"So?"
"You belong to me now."
"I don't. I'm not some piece of property."
I'm speaking now, me. Not the controlled me.
"According to this you are, as long as you have that thing in your spine. You're mine."
"But-"
I finally feel like I can control myself from now on.
But then Monica pressed the button, a piercing pain went throughout my body.
I have no more control.
"You have no control." a voice said.
"You know this is wrong." I said.
"You have no power."
"I will soon."
"What do you mean?"
"When I or he kissed Kim, it was my intention, but it was a little forced." I admitted.
"She didn't like it, because she knew it wasn't you, that she pulled you away, so she could run away. She doesn't love you. She's no match for Monica."
"Monica isn't a threat, to Kim or me."
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
I was going to object, but I realized it would do no good.