She laughs

She laughs at me, she does. She laughs as I wither and fall. She chuckles as I quiver and scream. She finds it comical, she finds me comical. She gets her pleasure out of watching me slowly sink. It's all a joke to her, it's all a game. I am merely another player. I am fully engrossed in the game, my body, my mind, even my soul. I'm just like all the others she has hypnotized to partake in her cynical play. As I struggle and stumble across the board she giggles and squirms. She laughs at me, she does.