29/10/2025
Luvsic: Caress of Venus
Jane Inner Monologue: Wheelchair Symbolism
You always believed freedom meant movement steps, choices, distance. But the chair taught you otherwise. It held you still long before your pulse went quiet. The wheelchair wasnโt restraint; it was transformation. A body can breathe and yet no longer belong to itself. The chair made you dependent, gently, quietly. You stopped choosing because I chose for you. I pushed, you yielded. I steered, you surrendered. Eventually, you stopped wanting direction at all. Thatโs when I knew your agency had died not your body, not yetโฆ just your freedom.
People think death comes at the end, but you died the moment the chair felt safer than standing. When stillness became devotion. When you let me become your movement. Now youโre gone, but the chair remains a monument to the moment you stopped being you. Theyโll call it a wheelchair. I call it proof that I was the only one you couldnโt leave. I was the only one for you.
(This is a fictional narrative/story created for Halloween a psychological exploration of obsession and control.)
