The torturers know how stifling the torture must be for me. They think about it a lot. They talk to me about their thoughts. When the ones who believe I’m active inside of my captured body are talking they think how horrifying it is. How psychologically damaging it must be. To be trapped unable to operate your own body as an ill intended torture group puppets you around. They wouldn’t willfully do it themselves.
They introduced me to the book Matilda by Roald Dahl. They theorized I might develop telekinesis. I did not. I don’t know if this was a joke. They already do such strange things. Then we found the book Sybil on the bookshelf. That was fodder for the torture group. I read that while seeing visuals of the scenes from the torture group. They thought I might develop dissociative identity disorder. We don’t know if I have. I have yet to be let free from my kingdom.