I didn't rebel when Master told me to lie down on the table. 

I didn't fight when Master strapped me down and put the helmet on my head. 

I didn't resist the thousand voices of Master that echoed through my head when he turned the helmet on. 

All I could do was lie there and listen to a thousand Masters that told me to forget what happened in the room at the end of the hall, and to forget what was in that room altogether, and to forget I got there and how and why. 

Pain I will remember, said my brain, and I couldn't forget. No matter how much I wanted to obey Master. My wrist stung as if it was getting stabbed constantly, fixating the memories into my head. 

I felt so very disoriented, I couldn't even tell if I was lying down or hanging on the ceiling. I wasn't even sure what position I was in. From what I felt I could as well be curled up in a corner or running through a sea of syrup. I didn't know if my eyes were open or not, because all I could see was silvery grey, slowly flowing around me like waves or clouds. I knew nothing. The only thing I could be certain about was the voice of Master. Master would be there, always, no exceptions. I could only hold on to him. I had to hold on to him. And when I realized that, I suddenly felt enlightened. There was finally peace in my mind. I only had to hold on to Master. 

My breathing slowed down, as if a bad dream had suddenly turned into a good one. The silvery energy around me was no longer scary, and neither was my ignorance, because Master was there and he would help me. I knew that I would do anything for Master. I needed him- I was his slave. 

Master turned off the helmet and removed the straps. I didn't move until Master gave me permission to get up. 

"How do you feel?" he asked.
"I feel great, Master," I replied. "Thank you."