Tone
Added 2022-02-24 13:43:36 +0000 UTCYou find yourself being pulled towards the source of a sound. Before long, you've lost control.
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A soft tone was filling the hall. It was a soft, insistent sound, that filled your mind. Pushing everything else out. There was more to the tone, you could feel it. Every second you spent listening to it, its pull got stronger. It wanted you to walk further down the hall.
And it was so hard to think of why you shouldn’t. Or anything at all. It was so easy to give in. To follow the tone. So you took a step. Or was that a second step? Had you always been this close to the end of the hall? Was the tone always this loud?
And it was loud. But not painful. More akin to a waterfall, washing away your thoughts. Washing away your mind. By now, your body was heavy, and weak. Every step took more effort. But you had to reach the end of the hall. You had to find out the source of the tone.
You were at the door. Your body was so heavy. Your mind was empty. You reached out your hand, feeling the tone pulsing within your head. Each pulse reverberated through you. It felt good. So good. To be mindless. Obedient. You pushed the door open.
