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You've fallen so many times for your hypnotist.

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Just look right here, toy.” Your hypnotist said, holding up the spinning crystal before your eyes. “Look right here, and let my words envelop your mind. That’s it.” Your gaze had already locked on to the pendant, and your mind was feeling warm, and fuzzy.

“Such a good, obedient toy you are.” Their free hand cupped your chin, their thumb brushing down your cheek. “How many times have you fallen for me, huh?” You weren’t in any state to answer their question. You were too busy getting lost in the lights, reflecting off the crystal.

They laughed as you stared, blankly. “That’s it, toy. You just stare, and sink, and don’t worry about how many times you’ve done so before. How it’s inevitably changing you. Making it harder to resist. Easier to fall in the future. But it does feel good, doesn’t it?”

It did feel good. It felt incredible. You loved being so deep. So blank for them. “So good, that you’re going to want it again, and again. Such a weak, easily controlled plaything.” They laughed again. Your eyes were still fixed on the crystal. You didn’t want to look away.

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