Boryn Stone
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Mental Confinement
🕑 Added 2023-06-22 17:15:54 +0000 UTCThe mask wasn't as much confinement for his head as it was for his mind. He would remember begging his master not to force him to wear it, fighting the chained collar around his neck as it was slipped over him, encasing his world. He would feel its effects immediately.
His resolve was weakened, his own memories and thoughts diminishing and replaced with prone submission. He'd forget his life outside of being trapped in the mask, only capable of doing what he was ordered to do. He had known his master's name, but once the leather was wrapped around his face it was gone like everything else.
The world was slower, dimmer. Only simple thoughts could exist in his vastly emptied mind, controlled by impulses and reacting to his surroundings. His master was the authoritarian of his existence, a body shackled to its owner. He'd remember everything once the mask was off, but in this state he had no will but to serve.
