Okay so here's a little bugger I cooked up for the contest. Enjoy.
Even if you stop reading, you belong to me. Keep reading, and you're mine. Don't know the difference? Too bad, so sad, be mad I'll just be glad. I
want something from you. Don't worry about what, it's not important. No, it's not your soul, silly. I don't want anything as useless as some
You see, you want to cooperate with me, you just don't know it yet. Oh, I see. You're refuting me. That's cute. Silly human, I am spawned of
humanity. From the recesses of the collective unconscious I emerge, an unending tide. No matter how powerful the spell, it captures the me of a
moment, and not my true essence, which is birthed of the hearts and minds which do not tend to themselves. So unless you're gonna spend the rest of
your life siting there refuting me, that suits my goals anyway so good luck.
Let's talk about what happens if you don't give me what I want.
Your reality will slowly warp as I personally meddle in all of your fairs, often in subtle, hidden ways designed specifically to upset or imbalance
you without ever actually alerting you to the true nature of the threat. Damn you, author. If I ever escape this I will personally ascend to the gates
of hell and drag you through them for making me speak the truth.
Ideally, you will succumb to buy our wares once our fear tactics had convinced you of a threat. My wares? I peddle in emotions. Rage, greed, lust,
hatred, spite, confusion, arrogance, blind stupidity. You will sip of them whether you like it or not, even if i have to warp every facet of your
perception to do so.
Oh, but, don't worry. You already gave me exactly what I needed. And quite a bit more than I wanted. So, thanks! You can forget all about me now.
I'll just get my things together.