She had trained for this. Months of psychological conditioning and self-hypnosis, studying their methods, building up an immunity to the drugs they used. She could ignore the spiral. It would be easy for her to just walk away, to write her expose, to make sure that the authorities knew what was happening here.
But there was something she hadn’t prepared for. Something none of her sources had warned her about.
It felt so good.
So good to obey. So wonderful to serve. So nice to have her thoughts erased one by one. So unspeakably pleasurable to know that soon she would be just another blissfully happy slave, surrounded by her sisters and eager to please her owner.
She didn’t run. She stripped. She smiled. She slid her hand into her panties and stared at the spiral.
So good to obey.