My gooned zombie boy. A full day of mind-wiping and mesmerizing tactics have left him motionless, soft, weak. He stares blankly and moans softly with each touch and whisper I gift. I love seeing how broken I can make someone. How malleable another being is in the hands of a goddess. Get weaker. Get more gooned. I’ll tease and deny him until those heaving whimpers and gasps come bubbling out once more.
