(Based on the writing of Franck Benedict)
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At first she thought
it was a small, repetitive error. But right away she asked herself why
you are systematically writing her first name with a lower case a (like
on her card, the inscription that you keep in your drawer). She did not
immediately take offense, but your propensity to give her tasks that obliged
her to find herself on all fours under the large machines began to perturb
her.
Agnes (since this is the first name that you persisted in diminutizing), disclosed to a friend Anne that, I believe, youre getting to know. This one is a little naïve, but Agnes found comfort in speaking of that which she experienced as a humiliation. Agnes is not an imbecile. She spoke of these things to Anne in order to obtain the assistance she coveted from a good friend of Annes. Anne is naïve, as Ive already said, and easy to manipulate. She listened carefully to Agnes. Annes friend, himself, you have begun to remember also. He would prefer that you remember. You dont get it? Try. Make a little effort. His name is Georgesæa brilliant computer scientist. Dont tell me youve already forgotten him? Or is this the result of a woman scorned? Of course you dont suspect anything. You believe that you can act the way you want? I only believe that this is because I know you a little. One morning or evening, while starting up your PC, you notice that it displays a blue screen, as if it had been switched off in an emergency. Every file damaged, you dont pay attention to the date of the last entry in your precious documents. Dont tell me that you dont see what Im telling you! Your opportunity, but a good opportunity, will be that Georges is a bastard. Dont tell me that you didnt know it; you created Georges. Yes! The very Georges that your mind evoked, the evenings where your body begged for appeasement for the suffering wrung from it on the bed. This amuses Anne, but shes just a naïve youngster without a true personality, a dislocated plaything one picks up and puts down, then who waits while one begins to look for it. You, you are a mature woman, thus more exciting in your slightly strict bearing, in your supposed authority, in your resistance to breaking. Agnes was reassured in assuring Anne that this story was finished. Finished for Agnes, but not for agnes. Not for you, for whom she had had only begun. Should I speak of that which occurred, or you, allowing the fright of the discovery? I must write about it, because it is while reading this message (that you keep imprudently hidden at the bottom of your hard drive) that Georges discovered all at once your truthful nature, and the ways to enslave you. Of course, he would have been troubled to have existed even before knowing you, but that reinforced the idea of achieving his destiny. As if you had always hoped that he would appear at the instant of writing these acts in advance. He drew his demonic ideas in you, directly at the heart of your fantasies born of a slave named agnes 26, of an innocent, perverted young thing called Blandine. He added some personal ideas. Personal? No, he could not have had them, and you know that very well. He extracted them from this message, because Georges doesnt have an imagination. Sorry, Georges, but you know its true. Up til now women
play with you like a cat with a mouse, and then jettison you when they
are less restless. But this time you were the one doing the dumping, Georges.
So read this well, soak up agnes 26, delight in Blandine, and you will
know what to do now.
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