Rhymer and Timer
Added 2022-07-09 16:19:09 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist brings you up and down, weaving their words around you.
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“Tick tock, goes the clock. Mind goes down, begins to drop.” Your hypnotist smiled as they finished their rhyme. Their timer went off, and your brain responded, beginning to sink down. Drop down. Until you were wrenched back up. “There we go, another minute, toy.”
They were still smiling, watching as your brain struggled to come back around. But then the timer buzzed for ten seconds, and they said the next rhyme. “Sink away, drift today, you can’t think of what to say.” This time, you felt your brain slowing down.
Thoughts were getting stuck, your mind was crumbling. “Such a good toy for me, dropping, sinking. Drifting away, weaker and weaker with every second.” They laughed, softly. “You look so good like this. Now, come back up, feel the fog falling away with, 1, 2, 3, awake.”
Your brain was pulled out of its torpor. They ran their hands down your cheeks, pulling your face up to look at them. “You look even better like this. Yearning for more. So confused as to why you’re back up. Don’t worry. I’ll bring you back down. I just want to enjoy this.”
