Intent
Added 2022-06-28 22:03:37 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist gently pulls you down.
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Your hypnotist held your hand, gently. They were softly pulling, then releasing, their eyes locked onto yours. With each pull, each movement, you felt yourself being drawn into them. Each motion left you feeling a little more hazy, a little more foggy.
The pulling was quicker now. Your body was starting to sway. Not unsafely. You could keep your footing, but you knew that soon you would topple. Your body, your mind, and your soul. Soon you would fall into them. Into their blissful control.
The wonderful cycle of pull and release, pull and release felt like your brain was being squeezed, like your thoughts were being wrung from your mind. And as it sped up, you found yourself rushing, speeding towards a precipice from which there was no stopping.
With one final hard tug, you stumbled forwards, into their waiting arms, into their embrace. Into peace, into bliss. And with their arms around you, their hands in your hair, you knew that this was all you needed. No words. Just their intent. Just their control.
