Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: She’s a ____ Editor
I glared at the familiar face of the Empire’s Mindset Editor.
My own mother, a traitor.
“Do your worst, ma” I taunted her.
“Even tied to a chair, you’re still being a child.”
She grabs my hair, and all I feel is agony as I feel the witch breaking into my psyche.
“They want you to obey. You will be free. Pretend to comply, then destroyed them.” As the words whispered in my head disappeared, blueprints, documents, and weaknesses took their place.
Shortly, I am released from my bonds, and I stand at attention.
“I will follow your orders, ma’am.”