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Your partner wants you to look at their pendant, because they know looking into their eyes will make you drop. But you can't look away.

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“You seem to have gotten stuck, pet.” Your mind faltered, brain shutting down as you managed to look away from your partner’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you struggling to look me in the eyes? It’s okay. Just look at my necklace. That’s safe. That can’t entrance you, can it?”

You opened your eyes again, focused on the pendant hung around their neck. “That’s right. Just remember to avoid the pull of my eyes. They’ll just hypnotise you more.” As they said it, you felt the magnetic pull of their pupils. You couldn’t stop your eyes from moving upwards.

And as your gaze met theirs, you felt your mind pulled downwards, sinking into trance once again. Your partner’s laughter echoed through your blank mind. “Awh, silly pet. Try again. Open your eyes, and look at my pendant.” They snapped their fingers, and your eyes opened.

You tried. You really did. You forced your gaze onto the pendant. But each second that you managed to hold it in your vision, you could feel your eyes being pulled upwards, dragged past their chin, their smirking lips, their nose, finally to their eyes. And immediately, you sank.

They took hold of your chin, lifting your slumped head up. “Open your eyes, pet.” You obeyed, and were greeted by their eyes again. Staring directly into yours. Just as quickly as you had risen, you plummeted back into trance. Mindless. Blank. “Awh, again.” They said.

They squeezed your chin as you opened your eyes, and you managed to keep them open for just a moment longer this time. It was almost agony. Your eyelids were so heavy. Like lead weights were pulling down on them. But you held their gaze. Feeling your mind grow foggy.

Until, finally, like a string pulled too taught, your mind snapped, and you fell into trance. Your body held up just by your partner’s hand on your chin. You heard their chuckle. “Such a good pet for me. Fractionated, and mind fucked. Ready to be programmed, ready to be mine.”

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