Trapped in the Sims (complete)

Part 11

It's terrifying, being so helpless. A very strong invisible force is flowing through my limbs like they're attached to metal rods keeping them in place, forcing them to obey. I can't move, can't speak, can't even blink. The green plumbob has complete control.

What's my best friend unknowingly going to do to me?

Then the invisible force moves and I can feel it yanking one leg forward without my permission, then another. It's forcing me to walk, completely straight and erect, so it feels unnatural and uncomfortable. I am leaving the hall, leaving Melissa who stares at me with a blank face. Where am I going? Where's Hannah taking me?

Stairs are even scarier to walk up. At every awkward step I fight the controlling, fight to be free, but it's no use. It is all-powerful, and it is present in every cell in my body.

I guess I'm more Sim than I thought.

I reach the top of the stairs and would have breathed a sigh of relief if my throat muscles weren't tightly clenched by the force surrounding me. Unfortunately, apparently I'm not stopping there, since my legs keep moving without my bidding, heading towards what I think is the bathroom.

Why is Hannah taking me to the bathroom? I don't need the toilet or a shower.

Then it hits me.

There's a mirror in there. And a dresser. And Hannah always keeps cheats enabled, so she will have full, complete control over my appearance.

What is she going to do to me?

I fight it even more, pull backwards to escape it, but my treacherous legs pull me towards the mirror, primarily. I am still walking normally, and my face muscles are relaxed and calm. There is no indication to Hannah of the terror I feel.

To her, I'm just a Sim.

Closer. Closer. The mirror looms up before me, revealing my reflection: a fairly calm average-looking Sim. I like my appearance. I don't want it changed. I don't!

But I have no choice in the matter.

I am just another Sim.