Breeze
Added 2021-11-20 16:26:50 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist lights a candle before you, and you watch as the wind causes the flame to go back and forth...
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The soft breeze made the candle flame whip to and fro. Your eyes followed, easily, softly. The warm glow holding your attention. Your hypnotist set the candle down on the table in front of you, as they kept speaking to your rapidly emptying mind.
Your thoughts were being scattered on the same breeze that moved the flame. The same breeze that caused your eyes to be dragged back and forth. And all the while, their words were building a solid foundation in the space in your mind that had been left empty.
Their words were building walls to withstand the breeze, and your own thoughts. Creating a space in your mind where they could simply take control. Where they could override your will with theirs. And as the last of your thoughts fled, this fortress could now begin to conquer.
You hadn’t noticed. Not consciously, but as your thoughts had scattered, so had the candle’s flame gone out. Extinguished by the breeze, that blew through your mind, empty, now, except for their control. And under their control, you could be remade. Obedient, subservient.
