A thread
Added 2021-03-30 15:48:23 +0000 UTCThere's something so wonderful about the way someone looks when they're hanging onto awareness by a thread, as they repeat your words...
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You were dangling, on a thread, over the vastness of trance. Barely held up, barely holding on. Your body was feeling so relaxed, your thoughts were so slow. The only thing to suggest you were still up was your voice, barely following along, repeating their words.
“I’m not hypnotised.” They said, smiling sweetly down at you, kneeling before them.
“I… I’m not. Not hyyyypnotiised.” The words were so difficult for your lips to form.
“I’m just relaxed, and mindless.”
“I’m just… relaxed, and… and…” The last word had already gone from your mind.
They giggled at the lost look on your face as you searched for the word. “I’m not hypnotised, I’m just obedient.”
“I… I’m no-not hypnotised. I-I’m just. I’m just. Obedience.”
Their smile grew even sweeter, their eyes gazing down at you looked so beautiful, one of their fingers raised to your eye level, and as it touched your nose, the word fell away, and the thread was cut, plunging you down into relaxed, mindless, obedient, hypnotic trance.
