Bound by Latex: The Tale of the Living Mattress
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It was a late summer afternoon, and Matteo was on his way back home from the nearby park. The breeze was still warm, and the golden sunlight bathed everything in a serene glow. He'd been spending his time with friends, losing track of the hours as they skateboarded and joked in the fading daylight. Little did he know that his life was about to take an unimaginable turn.
As he rounded the corner of his quiet street, Matteo barely noticed the van parked suspiciously close to his house. The door slid open, and before he could react, a pair of strong hands clamped a cloth soaked in pungent chemicals over his nose. His vision blurred, and the last thing he remembered was the world turning dark.
When Matteo finally woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were stark white, the air stale and cold. Panic surged through him as he realized he was unable to move. His body seemed to be embedded in something soft yet restrictive. His eyes darted around, and he quickly understood the horrifying truth – he was trapped in a latex mattress, his face the only part of his body left free.
At that moment, the door creaked open. In walked his cousin, Marco, a year older but a world apart in behavior. Marco surveyed the room with an air of ownership, his eyes finally resting on Matteo.
"Ah, my dear mattress," Marco said with a smirk, ignoring the look of horror on Matteo's face.
"Marco, what… what are you doing? Let me go!" Matteo's voice was strained, his breaths coming in short gasps.
Marco simply ignored him, instead laying himself down fully on the latex, effectively sprawled out over Matteo's immobile form. Matteo's protests were muffled against the weight of his cousin's body.
Hours seemed to pass before Marco finally stood up and made his way to the door. He cast one last look at Matteo, still struggling and calling for help, before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Matteo's terror gave way to a desperate thought. Maybe if he could convince Marco that he accepted this bizarre and degrading role, he might be able to gain his freedom. It was a gamble, but right now, it was all he had.
Eventually, Marco returned. This time, Matteo forced himself to smile, a grimace of resignation and falsified contentment.
"Hello… Master. I… I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s not so bad being your mattress. Maybe I like it," Matteo said, his voice trembling but convincing enough.
Marco raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so, Mat...teress?" He emphasized the word like it was a name, a twisted sort of pet.
"Yes, Master. You can call me 'mattress.' I want to make you comfortable. Could you… could you sprimacci me? I mean, fluff me up a bit so I can be better for you," Matteo continued, his spirit sinking as he played along.
A sinister grin spread across Marco's face. "Well, Mattress, if that’s what you want…" He began adjusting the latex around Matteo, patting and molding it as if Matteo were nothing but an object.
Even as Matteo played the role, each moment solidified his entrapment. Marco’s behavior didn’t change; if anything, it intensified. Marco lounged on Matteo, oblivious to his cousin’s hidden distress, treating him like an inanimate object, devoid of feeling.
Days turned into weeks, and Matteo found that no explanation or pleading could change his situation. Each act of compliance only deepened Marco's delusion, and the line between cousin and captor blurred into a chilling, unending nightmare.
In this room devoid of time, Matteo's hope and identity slowly ebbed away, the latex confines of his reality tightening around him with each passing day. Thus, he remained – forever a ‘mattress,’ forever trapped.
This story was generated by user BabyVegetalover with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: scrivi una storia su un ragazzo di 16 anni che viene addormentato e rapito. Quando si sveglia si trova imprigionato in uno strano materasso di lattice appoggiato ad un letto, il materasso di lattice lo imprigiona e gli impedisce di muoversi, lasciando solo la sua faccia esposta, mentre il resto del suo corpo è nel materasso di lattice. Arriva il suo rapitore, che è il suo cugino, di un anno più grande. Si rivolge al ragazzo rapito chiamandolo non col suo nome ma semplicemente materasso e si comporta come se fosse un normale materasso. Il cugino del ragazzo si stende su di lui e ignora le sue proteste. Il rapitore si alza ed esce dalla stanza lasciando il regazzo rapito solo. Il ragazzo rapito decide di fingere di apprezzare il suo ruolo di materasso per convincere il rapitore a lasciarlo andare. Quando il rapitore torna il ragazzo rapito si comporta come se fosse felice di fargli da materasso e chiede al suo rapitore di chiamarlo solo materasso e se può chiamarlo (il rapitore) padrone. Chiede anche se può sprimacciarlo per renderlo (il ragazzo rapito) più comodo per lui (il rapitore). Il rapitore crede al ragazzo rapito ma non cambia atteggiamento e continua a trattarlo come un vero materasso. Il ragazzo rimane intrappolato nel materasso senza possibilità di fuga (inserisci dialoghi e dettagli, scrivi in inglese)
Response: It was a late summer afternoon, and Matteo was on his way back home from the nearby park. The breeze was still warm, and the golden sunlight bathed everything in a serene glow. He'd been spending his time with friends, losing track of the hours as they skateboarded and joked in the fading daylight. Little did he know that his life was about to take an unimaginable turn. As he rounded the corner of his quiet street, Matteo barely noticed the van parked suspiciously close to his house. The door slid open, and before he could react, a pair of strong hands clamped a cloth soaked in pungent chemicals over his nose. His vision blurred, and the last thing he remembered was the world turning dark. When Matteo finally woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were stark white, the air stale and cold. Panic surged through him as he realized he was unable to move. His body seemed to be embedded in something soft yet restrictive. His eyes darted around, and he quickly understood the horrifying truth – he was trapped in a latex mattress, his face the only part of his body left free. At that moment, the door creaked open. In walked his cousin, Marco, a year older but a world apart in behavior. Marco surveyed the room with an air of ownership, his eyes finally resting on Matteo. "Ah, my dear mattress," Marco said with a smirk, ignoring the look of horror on Matteo's face. "Marco, what… what are you doing? Let me go!" Matteo's voice was strained, his breaths coming in short gasps. Marco simply ignored him, instead laying himself down fully on the latex, effectively sprawled out over Matteo's immobile form. Matteo's protests were muffled against the weight of his cousin's body. Hours seemed to pass before Marco finally stood up and made his way to the door. He cast one last look at Matteo, still struggling and calling for help, before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Matteo's terror gave way to a desperate thought. Maybe if he could convince Marco that he accepted this bizarre and degrading role, he might be able to gain his freedom. It was a gamble, but right now, it was all he had. Eventually, Marco returned. This time, Matteo forced himself to smile, a grimace of resignation and falsified contentment. "Hello… Master. I… I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s not so bad being your mattress. Maybe I like it," Matteo said, his voice trembling but convincing enough. Marco raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so, Mat...teress?" He emphasized the word like it was a name, a twisted sort of pet. "Yes, Master. You can call me 'mattress.' I want to make you comfortable. Could you… could you sprimacci me? I mean, fluff me up a bit so I can be better for you," Matteo continued, his spirit sinking as he played along. A sinister grin spread across Marco's face. "Well, Mattress, if that’s what you want…" He began adjusting the latex around Matteo, patting and molding it as if Matteo were nothing but an object. Even as Matteo played the role, each moment solidified his entrapment. Marco’s behavior didn’t change; if anything, it intensified. Marco lounged on Matteo, oblivious to his cousin’s hidden distress, treating him like an inanimate object, devoid of feeling. Days turned into weeks, and Matteo found that no explanation or pleading could change his situation. Each act of compliance only deepened Marco's delusion, and the line between cousin and captor blurred into a chilling, unending nightmare. In this room devoid of time, Matteo's hope and identity slowly ebbed away, the latex confines of his reality tightening around him with each passing day. Thus, he remained – forever a ‘mattress,’ forever trapped.
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