Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

I couldn't get it out of my head no matter how I tried and it didn't help that I had to listen to them fucking almost every night. I knew that was his plan all along and he fucking succeeded but I was never going to give him that satisfaction, not when I had so much at stake. “Get it together, Elias.” I shook my head. “You built your entire life on control, you should be able to control this too.” I grabbed my bag of suppressants and used a double dose while Leo and Rowan’s moans were still echoing in the bathroom. The suppressants didn't completely kill the aching need in my lower abdomen but it muffled it a bit.

He watched my movement carefully. Not missing the way my hand trembled. Or how my breath caught in my throat. “You think this gives you control.” He leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. I said nothing. Because yes. Yes, I did. His eyes didn’t harden. They darkened. “That’s dangerous. Because control is an illusion." Something inside me snapped at that. "It's not only an illusion, not when I'm forced to endure this. Control is the only thing keeping me sane in this situation."

The thought of his experience with the council members brought his rage to the surface. "What is the cure?" Brittany also tried speaking calmly. "The infection was an illusion. Their brain was the only thing attacked. It seemed like they were intoxicated" Raymond explained in a way not professional enough. "Intoxicated?" Brittany seemed not to believe her ears again. "Yeah, they have lost the control of their brains. They are just like wild dogs right now. They will attack anybody that wasn't one of them" Raymond spoke fast like he was under the pressure of time. "So, you have the cure to that, right?" Brittany asked like that would be impossible. She wouldn't believe it.

He just controls us all he is the one who does everything, he controlled me because I was the one he chose to hold a power so that he too would benefit. "Tyr and Lavisha are the only ones missing but they are still weak so I have to calm down and prioritize these stupids." He said. It's very difficult especially my brain is here with me but I can't control myself fortunately sometimes I can control myself. But I know for myself that it won't last long and that it will be permanent with the amount of injections I've been given because of this mad scientist.

There’s no one there…. ‘Of course, there’s no one there! I’m in your head!’ he pointed out rudely. My eyes widened, “What?” ‘Let’s talk about if you’re going crazy later, we need to save Azz.’ “How are we going to do that?” I asked suspiciously. ‘Let me take control, I’m gonna-!’ “What do you mean, take control?” I interrupted him I thought I heard an angry huff as he explained, ‘You’ll find out soon enough! Do you want to save him or not?!’

|Thomas| I slam the table before me, trembling with the rage coursing through my veins. "What did you say?" I turn to look at Mark, his body quivering in fear. "T- The—" "Louder!" My voice comes out like thunder. "Cola soda and other major sponsors have canceled their sponsorship for 'Chaos' album tour, and the board is asking you to step down as soon as possible," he blurts out, pale and sweating. "And whose…" I begin quietly, gazing into his eyes, "…fault is that?"

The question felt too simple. Too easy. And deep down I already knew the answer wouldn’t be. Her gaze held mine. Unwavering. “No.” Of course not. My chest tightened. “Then what does it do?” “It makes you strong enough to control it.” That word again. Control. Not destroy. Not remove. Control. Because whatever that thing was— It couldn’t be erased. Only contained. Only ruled. My fingers curled slightly. “…and if I lose control?” The silence that followed It was heavy.

"Wait a minute. Aren't you impotent?" His voice was deep and hoarse. "Have you ever thought that I might have another reason for using a wheelchair? Julie, you need to be punished for believing in the rumors…" A man who had had a taste of pleasure could be terrifying. At the end, I begged him tearfully. "I can't take it anymore. Let's stop here…" Zachary tore open a new box and asked with a warm and gentle voice, "Let's use them all up, okay?"

I looked up at her. “At these dosages, combined with the lithium levels recorded here, your central nervous system should have shut down years ago. You should be in an irreversible coma. You shouldn’t be able to stand, speak, or fool a room full of asylum wardens.” The firelight flickered across her pale face. “Maybe I’m stronger than they thought.” “No.” I rose and crossed toward her. “Pharmacology doesn’t care about willpower, little bird. Chemistry is absolute.” I took her hand.

“I don't know. I have never seen anything like it.” “But is he alright? Is he in danger? Is his life fading? What-” “He is alive and no, I don't think he is in danger of dying soon. I believe -and please bear in mind that this is just my own diagnosis, or might be different- I believe that he might be trapped in his mind.” “How do we… untrap him?” “I do not know. How many times do I have to say it? I have no idea about the abilities you possess. The only thing I can do is try to understand it. And in order to do that, we -you- must first learn to control it.”