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Your hypnotist knows how quick you are to get lost in their pendant, and takes advantage of that fact.

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Your hypnotist produced their crystal, holding it before you, shimmering, sparkling in the light. Instantly, your eyes locked on to it. “I love it when you start staring, toy. Because when you start, you just can’t stop.” That was true. You couldn’t look away. You didn’t want to.

“You’ve trained your brain to be a completely mindless plaything once you begin to stare. And sure, I’ve helped you along but…” Their tone lowered, beckoning your thoughts. You couldn’t pull your eyes away. That would require thought, and you didn’t have those.

Not right now. “You’re the one who wanted it. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be working. Otherwise, you’d be able to resist. If you didn’t want to be completely brainwashed, utterly mine, you would be able to look away.” That logic made sense. Didn’t it? It was too hard to think about.

“But you can’t, so you must want to be my owned, mindless, obedient little plaything, isn’t that right? Nod your head, yes…” Obediently, your head nodded, up and down, shaking loose any thoughts that still clung on inside your mind. They laughed.

“Good toy. Such a good toy for me. Staring. Sinking. Submitting. Letting my words slip deeper and deeper inside that mind.” Your mind felt like it had been hollowed out, and now their words were filling it. It felt good. Wonderful. Like your brain was being replaced.

“You don’t need to worry about anything else but the crystal. You don’t need to care what I’m doing to your mind.” You didn’t need to worry. You just needed to stare. You just needed to sink. You just needed to submit. “It’s fun! And you love fun, don’t you, toy?”