My name is Aiden. I'm 22 and live alone in a basement apartment, typing this on my phone. I've always liked cyot. There are no limits other than the imagination. So, experimentally, I wondered what would happen if I wrote myself into that world?
I especially like the erotic twists these stories often take. And the way the "victims" always ends up helpless. At the mercy of someone else. It excites me. What if I was at the mercy of the other users of cyot? What horror and delight! I've seen what these depraved minds are capable of. Of course, it's only fiction. Nothing bad can happen. Right? It's just a thought experiment. That's what I thought as my finger hovered over the "post chapter" button.
I bit my lip. What if this really works. What if I write myself into the story and can't escape? The thought just made me more excited. I posted it.
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"Where am I?"
"Hello?"
"Anyone there?"
...
"Oh god. It worked! It actually worked! I'm in the story!"
"There's nothing here but a white void. A blank page. I don't even have a body. I wrote myself into the story, but forgot to make a story to begin with."
"I'm starting to become afraid. I can't create anything or do anything, just think. I can't escape!"
"Someone, please! Write me out of this story. Write that I escape or maybe write me into a heaven. But please, please. Don't do anything weird to me."
"Random thoughts of cruel and humiliating scenarios flash through my head. Things that would normally thrill me. But fiction and reality are very different."
"Please, someone! Help me! I'm really stuck inside of cyot and I can't get out!"