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> Jay's story – part 3 <

“You will continue, Jay,” the voice would say whenever doubts crept in. “You will grow stronger, and you will be freer as long as you follow me.”

Freer? That was the irony of it all. With every passing day in this apartment, with every workout, with every meal, I felt less like a person and more like a tool. But part of me wanted exactly that. What if I had never been capable of making my own choices?

Then the day came when the voice announced that my debts were paid. "You’re free, Jay," it said. "You’re free to leave." The idea of leaving suddenly felt strange. I had forgotten that I could leave. The cameras, the constant lighting, the speakers – they had become my world.

"Or," the voice continued, "you can stay. If you stay, you will keep growing. You will never have to make decisions again. You will never make mistakes again. You will belong to me. But it’s your choice."

I looked at the mirror and could barely recognize my own body. I wasn’t human anymore, not really. A mountain of muscle. A freak. But at the same time, I was perfect – in a grotesque way. I had always thought that one day I’d regain control of my life. But now, when given the choice, it seemed ridiculous. Why? I can’t handle it. He has given me everything I ever needed.

I stood before the door leading to freedom, but I couldn’t raise my hand to open it. Freedom? Me? What would I do with it? My entire life had been one failure after another, one bad decision after another. Here, I was safe. Here, I couldn’t fail.

"I…" I whispered, but the words stuck in my throat. What if I made the wrong choice? The fear of freedom, of responsibility, washed over me. I looked back at the ceiling, where the voice always guided me, where the savior resided, though I had never seen him.

And then, I understood. It didn’t matter what he wanted. It didn’t matter why he was doing this. The only thing that mattered was that I didn’t have to choose anymore. I couldn’t. And that was okay.

"I’ll stay," I finally whispered. And I hoped it would be the last free decision of my life.

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