The invisible hands continued their ministrations even as they pulled off her clothes. She had given up fighting. It was futile. It’s impossible to fight something you can see.

So she gave up. She let the hands lift her arms so they could pull her sweater off. She would even spread her legs when they wanted her to take off her shorts.

Instead she decided to stare at the man sitting on the chair across the room. He just sat there, smiling at her as she fought the hands. She knew him from somewhere, but the fight exhausted her so much that she couldn’t think where.

She just let the hands do what they wanted, and she knew that when he was ready, she’d do what he wanted too.