It starts in your stomach. Slowly, pleasurably kicks you. Teasingly, indulgently. Then it spreads, like wildfire. It clenches around your stomach and moves into your chest, shoulders, arms, hands, legs and finally reaches up to your head. And once it does, it is no longer under your control, for now it has taken control of YOU. It now owns you. It dictates your every action. Or rather, it drives you toward inaction. Its the worst possible feeling a man can feel. Worse than Communism. Worse than absolute despotic monarchy. For your body is in your hands, but you cannot use it. Your senses are yours, but you cannot use them. Its a cadaverous vice-grip upon your throat, choking you. An iron curtain, that blinds you. A cyclone that clouds your every other sensation. Every other emotion. For now you see only what it wants you to see, feel only what it wants you to feel. And it is itself. Its Fear.
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