Bakara increased the
pressure on Kara.
"I am your god,"
he whispered. "You must do whatever I want. You must obey me."
Kara tried to understand
her real feelings and thoughts. It was very difficult for her to see
the world free from Bakara's ideas and existence. She had always
admired him, respected him, adored him. She had learned everything
she needed to understand the universe and herself from him. Life and
death, being a human capable of changing herself and her environment
to survive, time and space, space and time, the galaxies and the
stars, the suns and the planets, the worlds and different forms of
life. Everything she knew was based on the theoretical and practical,
defined and undefined, formal and informal, planned and
spontaneously, delightful and painful, free and bound, limited and
infinite, rigid and flexible, unchained and chained, solid and
volatile, flowing and viscous (akışkan ve yapışkan), known and
unknown pieces of information provided by Bakara with different means
and methods. He was perfect in using the most advanced traing
technologies getting use of all types of communication means. Anmeri
was also very talented in designing specific packages on different
subjects, but her deliveries were not as definite and direct as
Bakara's determinative messages and requests. Bakara was designing
and shaping Kara. Anmeri had not found much chance to interact with
Kara. However, the very few examples Kara could try and witness had
been sufficient for her to understand Anmeri's personality and her
communication methods. Anmeri was not using the words education and
training, she was rather using communication for what she was doing,
whenever she was asked to give a name for it. Anmeri had teached
flowers and water to Kara in several sessions. What she had received
had caused unexpected changes in Kara's behaviours and personality.
Kara was feeling much happier. She was seeing the world and Bakara
differently. She was feeling the sky and was asking new questions to
understand what was under it. Bakara had not liked the changes in
Kara and had soon forbidden Kara's communication sessions with
Anmeri.
Kara whispered with a
begging voice although she knew that it would not change the
harshness of Bakara's actions.
"Please," she
said. "Please softer, it hurts too much. I can't bear it."
Kara's despair was only
giving more pleasure to Bakara while he was training her. He was
speaking softly with a victorious tone. He was telling the stories of
the past and future. His voice was fluctuating between whispers and
extreme shouts. He was perfectly controlling his strategy and
tactics, he was continuously changing the designs of his actions and
audiovisual effects he was using. He was observing the responses of
Kara very carefully to find better ways for taking total control of
her. He was using all his senses to understand the behaviours of
Kara's senses. He was trying to find the perfect balance of pain and
pleasure that Kara could feel at the critical point. Kara had to be
free enough to continue her life and bonded enough to accept the
authority of Bakara. She had to feel both the pleasure and pain
delivered by Bakara perfectly to be able to accept his power
completely and obey him unconditionally. Bakara was carefully
applying his scenario and completing the invasion of Kara's mind and
body. He was interfering with all the critical points on her skin to
assure his victory. He was talking to communicate with all her
senses, aiming to establish a permanent structure in her mind. The
levels of pain and obeyance, pleasure and Bakaraism were increasing.
Kara was feeling that her skin, her body, her mind, what she had when
she was born and what she found later were leaving her. She was being
invaded by Bakara to leave her own existence, to be only a part of
Bakara for all the rest of her life. Bakara increased all levels to
maximum for his final victory on Kara.
Kara shouted with a final
attempt to change her future.
"You are not my god.
You are evil. A god cannot be evil. If there must be a god, it must
be Dostoevski's god. It must be a human god. It must be the god of
humanity."
Bakara looked at deeply in
Kara's eyes while increasing his harsh actions to fatally critical
levels. He seemed to be happy hearing the hopeless screams of Kara
under extreme levels of pain.
"Humanity is too
small in the universe to be a god. I am stronger than humanity. I am
your god. You will obey me. I will take you to the other labyrinths
of the universe you yet don't know. This will be the best for you.
Believe in me."
Kara helplessly increased
her screams to top levels, responding to the extreme forces applied
by Bakara to complete her final training.
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