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I really don't know how it happened. Bruno must've gotten into something. Or maybe the next-door neighbor threw something over the fence. Either way, I was being mind controlled by my dog.
I know it sounds strange - and to be honest, I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't lived through it.
But it's true.
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I really don't know how it happened. Bruno must've gotten into something. Or maybe the next-door neighbor threw something over the fence. Either way, I was being mind controlled by my dog.
I know it sounds strange - and to be honest, I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't lived through it.
But it's true.
The first indication that something was amiss was when I came home from work and the large Dalmatian was sitting in front of the fridge wagging his hard tail, thumping it against the door.
"What is it, boy?" I asked. "Chased a mouse behind there?" I started to set my keys and purse down, but Bruno had other ideas.
"Give me steak." Popped into my head. At first I shook it off. Surely I was just imagining things. I had been working long hours at the office. Maybe I should —
"GIVE ME STEAK!" I "heard" the voice inside my head scream at me. It wasn't so much of a scream as a growl.
READ MOREIt was so loud and insistent that I dropped my keys on the ground and slammed my hands against my ears.
But it didn't help. The words weren't coming from outside my head, they were coming from inside.
When my eyes darted to my dog, he was...smiling? And I swear to god he tapped the fridge with his paw.
Okay, I was calling in sick tomorrow. 100% I was starting to lose my mind.
"Human. Steak. Now!" The growl came again. This time I was staring at the beast's eyes and saw them glow red. At that point, I had no choice but to reach into the fridge and pull out the steak I'd been thawing for myself and toss it to the dog.
"Cook it!" He demanded. Again with the glowing eyes.
I jumped back, then gingerly picked up the steak and tossed it in the frying pan. As the food hissed and came to life, I contemplated just what was going on. I shivered in fear as either I was going - or had already gone - mad - or my dog was somehow psychically communicating with me?
But no, there was more to it then just that. He was FORCING me to cook this steak. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I know, because I tried. I tried turning the stove off, but my hand wouldn't obey my will.
"Here...here you go...master..." I whimpered as I handed him the steak on a plate. I was shaking so bad that I almost dropped it.
And why had I called him master?
Oh my God, what was happening?
"Good human!" He said, mentally "patting" me on the head.
I actually smiled at the compliment.
Staring at him while he lazily ate his cooked steak, he "spoke" to me when he was finished.
"Human." He looked up at me with his red-glowing eyes.
"Y...y...yes?" I chattered, suddenly looking away from his dominant gaze.
"I require a bit of...stimulation..." He laughed.
"Stimulation?" I shook my head. "What are you --" Then I saw it! His big, fat, giant red rocket poked out of its sheath.
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