Strings attached
Added 2021-07-11 11:24:29 +0000 UTCYou missed their question, and when you couldn't answer them, they wanted to figure out a way for you to make it up to them.
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“Oh? What’s wrong puppet? Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question, and I don’t like to wait.” They took you by the collar, and pulled you closer to them. Your hypnotist’s eyes were so close. You struggled to think of what they had just asked you, but your mind was failing to recall.
They let go, pushing you back into the chair. “No? Nothing? It’s okay. I can think of something to make up for your lack of a mind. Don’t look at me like that, puppet. I know that I took your mind away, but that doesn’t mean you get to be all mindless around me.”
They laughed at the small crease of confusion that crossed your brow. “Oh puppet, don’t try to think, you’ll hurt yourself. No. You sit there and look pretty, good job.” Their hand reached out to you, affectionately stroking your hair.
“Look at me puppet. Strings attached.” Your eyes locked onto them as they took a step away from you. You could feel their control come over you, smothering your muscles, attaching you to their own body. The lifted an arm, and your own was pulled upwards, mirroring theirs.
They let their arm drop, and yours fell, limp and loose, to your side. Their grin thrilled you. “Oh yes puppet, I have ways for you to make it up to me. Tell me. What embarrassing pose would you least like to be photographed in? I definitely won’t make it happen…”
