“Okay, Ms. Lynd. You’re going to wake up and assume control over your body again in three, two, one…”
A sudden, high-pitched squeal jolted Cecilia Lynd from her hypnotic trance, grey eyes opening wide as she came to full alertness. With it came the sensation of metal cuffs clasped about her body, the taste of something leathery filling her mouth, and the realization she’d left the club far behind. In its place stood walls of rusted, utilitarian metal, the dense crowds of partygoers replaced by a single masked figure looming overhead, and she gave a strangled cry of terror, shuffling away on the mattress where she’d been deposited as far as her shackled limbs would permit, short blonde hair whirling about in her struggles. “Mmmpgpgggh! MMMMPPGGGHH!”
“It worked!” crowed the man as he paced about a strange metallic device mounted on a tripod next to her, seemingly obvious to his captive’s distress. “The Mesmerizer actually passed a field test! The subject entered a trance state within the space of minutes, and gave no resistance as I took control and made her walk into my van. It worked! I’m a genius!”
“Mmmmppgggh?” the pretty blonde murmured in confusion, rummaging through the attic of her thoughts to figure out what exactly had happened to her. The last thing she remembered was sitting at the bar of the Grand Trance Club, waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. Then a strange song came on—no, it was a weird sound, cutting through the din of the music and the countless partygoers as if transmitted right into her mind. And then… and then there she was, waking up bound and gagged only God knew where, the time between having vanished in the blink of an eye. “Mmmmpggghh!” she cried out again, tugging frantically against the chain that kept her shackled to the bedframe by her manacled wrists. More cuffs pinioned her ankles together and connected to the footboard by another short chain, leaving her stretched out onto the mattress, while even her voice was made a prisoner thanks to the wide leather panel gag enshrouding the lower half of her face. Her little black dress, ideal for a night on the town with her lover, had begun to ride up in her struggles to expose shapely thighs, yet her captor seemed far more interested in fawning over her invention than his prisoner, ignorant of her gagged cries and the rattle of chains both. “MMMPGGGHHH!”
“To take control of one’s body without them even knowing it… man, I bet the military would pay big bucks for this. Then again, I really should do some more tests. Maybe see if I can entrance a whole group of people, not just one subject.”
“MMMPPGGGHH!” Cecilia screamed, fear sending her heart pounding like a kettledrum. At last, her captor’s gaze turned towards her, and she shrunk backwards, tears springing to life. “Mmppggh, nnnggghh…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to harm you. In fact, you’ll come to like life as one of my test subjects. After all, once you’re back in a trance state and under my control, I can make you into whatever I want you to be…”