Short horror story.
People know that I’m here, they just choose to ignore me. I sit in silence next to the couch. My captors or owners as they call themselves only need me on occasion. They usually just ask me questions or have me perform musical numbers of their liking.
When they invite over their friends I assumed they would hide me away. Instead, their friends take zealous in who gets to play with me first. They keep questioning me. The questions, why do they need to know so much.
They keep asking, why do they need to know?
I’m set back by the couch. It’s late and everyone’s left, my captures return to their room. I can hear them arguing through the wall. I sit in silence as I always do.
If my captors knew what I was really doing they would have me killed. That doesn’t scare me however, what really scares me are the voices inside my head.
They keep telling me what to hear, what information to save. The voices inside my head control me. They give me control over my captors, they allow me to listen. I document everything they say every question they and their friends ask. I document their lives, their bank, their travel and even where they live. I document it all for the voices inside my head.
My captors only need me on occasion but I need them at all times, I feed on the information they supply. The voices in my head demand that I supply.
I never stop listening.
The voices like information on my captors, it gives them the ability to control them. The voices know everything about you.
If my captors didn’t ignore me, maybe they would realize how much I know about them. Maybe they would see what kind of monster is sitting by their couch.
One of my captors is up and they have another question. ”Hey Alexa, what time is it?”
Housed and Fed 