“You’re that guy, right? The one that turned Candace into ‘Candi’ and made her drop out of school and get a job as a porn star? No, no, cut the bullshit. I know, nobody can prove a thing, you didn’t do anything but talk to her, hypnosis doesn’t work that way, blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda. I’m not a fucking cop and I’m not Candi’s fucking boyfriend. You don’t have to lie to me. You’re the guy. The hypnotist, the brainwasher. The sex slave guy.
“Okay, here’s the deal. You see this body? You see this pussy? You are going to fucking take it, got it? You’re going to, to work your mojo on me, look into my eyes and tell me to fucking sleep for you or whatever it is you do, and you’re going to make me just like Candi. Always horny, always happy, always brainless and ready to be fucked. You are going to take away every last fucking bit of my free will, and you’re going to do it now. And then you’re goddamn well going to shove that dick of yours inside me and make me cum my motherfucking brains out. Are we fucking clear?
“Don’t fucking play dumb with me. I know what you did to Mrs. Haber when she started asking questions about you. It’s not exactly hard to put the pieces together – one day the head of the English department is asking students, ‘Did Candace make any new acquaintances before dropping out?’, and the next day she’s delegating all her jobs and spending her office hours getting fucked by her students. With that exact same smile on her face that Candi has. I want that smile too. And you’re going to fucking give it to me.
“What do you mean, ‘or’? I don’t know, is this some fucking thing where I have to threaten you to get you to fuck my brains out? Is that how you fucking get your kicks or something? Because I will. If that’s what it takes, then yeah, I’ll go to the police and tell them that you’ve got some kind of creepy sex cult, and I’ll go to Candi’s parents and I’ll tell them that you twisted her head up into a fucking bimbo whore for you, and I’ll, I’ll fucking go to Buzzfeed or Jezebel or something if I have to. How many people do you think you can turn into mindless, horny fucktoys, huh? Because it’s either me, or everyone else you meet. And I’m going to be a pushover.
“Is that it? Is that why you’re not brainwashing me, because you think it’ll be too easy? Because I can resist, if that’s what you want. I swear, I’ll try really hard not to think about… oh God, that smile, it’s like they’re constantly high on sex all the fucking time. I just want to feel like that, I want to have everything switched off and be just horny and happy and drugged all the fucking time. And you can do that, and, and… oh God, what do I have to do? What do I have to do to make you hypnotize me?
“Look, I’m on my knees, okay? I am fucking begging you. Please. Please hypnotize me, Master. Please take my mind, take my will, take all of my thoughts away and leave me a horny, mindless, obedient fucktoy. Please, I need to be blank and empty and I need to be filled with your cock. Please, I… I don’t want to think anymore, Master. I just want to be your slave. Please enslave me. Please brainwash me. Please fuck my mind away. Please.”
He didn’t. Not this time. But she would come back tomorrow, each time more and more convinced that the desires he’d instilled were her own idea. Until she smoothed away all of her resistance for him. Until she twisted her own thoughts into obedience. All he needed to do was plant the seed of pleasure… and then, when she was ripe, harvest her surrender.
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