If you could control the mind of one person, who would it be? Is there anything in particular you’d have them do?
The rules:
- You can only choose one person to control. No matter what happens to that person, you can’t ever select someone else.
- The control is perfect and lasts until death. Your target will be forced to think and act in any way you wish.
- The controlled person will never realize their thoughts and actions are not their own, unless you choose to instill that doubt yourself.
- You may control them at any distance and will receive telepathic feedback of confirmation of your instilled commands.
Here’s mine, with a story.
When I was a kid, about ten years old, I met a new “family friend.” Let’s call this jackoff “Peter.” Actually, he’s not worthy of a name, so scratch that. This guy was in his forties, but he was a physical bully to me and my younger sister. He’d push us around, rough us up, berate us, everything short of serious physical injury. I’m not sure what compelled this asshole beside his oft-repeated mantra, “I hate kids.” It was supplemented by his frequent rants on how children are universally horrible, kids cause nothing but problems, and so on.
My sister and I never provoked or even approached him. We would do everything in our power to avoid this waste of skin, but it was difficult. My parents seemingly loved this guy and would see him often. What stung just as much is the fact that my parents wouldn’t stop this monster. They’d stand there while this buttface hurt us and just nervously laugh.
Even then, I knew why. My parents were just as afraid of this ultra-douche. He had a lot of money and a lot of influence behind his very large physical stature. I still don’t forgive them for it, but I understand why they did nothing.
Well, if I could control minds . . . I’d make this clown pay. Literally. I’d force him to donate nearly everything he owned to children-based charities for maximum irony. I’d still leave him with enough money to support himself because I’d then force him to volunteer his time, helping kids around the world, until his death.
I’d turn this hellspawn into the nicest, most generous person to children. And every step of the way, I’d give him enough conscious, free thought to know he was being forced and manipulated into doing it against his will.
I wouldn’t ask for an apology because this wartlipped toad wouldn’t mean it. In fact, I’d never connect him to me. My retribution would be rendered by an invisible hand.
Ahhh, I can only imagine the look on my sister’s face if I could show her a hefty donation to some child hospital under this rat-faced kid-hater’s name.
