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He almost shouts with excitement. "Chris, really?" Her excitement is evident too. "I'm so happy for you, my brother! Congratulations! Do you remember anything else?" "I'm sorry, sis, I only remembered that. But the doctor says I'm on the right track. I'm going to have hypnosis next week." "It doesn't matter if you don't remember anything else, what's important is that you're still remembering. Did he mention anything about how to help you?" "He says joy seems to be the trigger. That I should try to always be with people who make me happy."

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

Jace would then have no option than to turn to me for comfort then. I walked to the table and turned on the camera. "Stop what you're doing, okay? That's not what this is about. You have to act romantic with her without making it obvious that she is unconscious. We need to make her husband believe that she's cheating on him, okay?" Bob cocked his head and smiled a little. I knew he wasn't going to say something good. "In my own opinion, to make the man believe, this bitch here has to be naked in bed with me. Are you cool with it?"

I gritted my teeth and said, “This man kidnapped me and forced himself on me! He recorded videos of it!” Trevor glared at me. “What’re you talking about? We’re a normal married couple. Since when is it a crime for a husband and wife to be intimate?” Margaret panicked. Acting like a vulgar troublemaker, she threw herself at the police officers. She mumbled, “Run, Trevor! I’ll hold them off for you!”

"So, we attempted a physical trigger to your memories. According to Race, when you first met, he spoke something to you, and you kissed him for it." Now, Race could see Chrissie's temper about to burst out of her. Here it comes. "I did not give you permission to have him -- anyone -- kiss me." "Chrissie, you gave me permission to use any stimuli during hypnosis that I deemed worthy. No harm was done, and we did see a similar response from you as your husband described from your first meeting. In light of that small breakthrough, I believe that my decision was intuitive in helping you."

I say to her. "By him I take it you are talking about your mate?" She asks with her brows raised. When I nod to her she continues, "Well then, why don't you try closing your eyes and pretend like he is behind you but you cannot see him? Maybe that will help you trick yourself into focusing on just the way he sounds instead?"

It was a photo of a young man who looked somewhat similar to him. It was obvious who the person in this photo was. Micah stroked Quincy's face in the photo. His voice was still as cold as ever without the slightest ripple. "I did tell you that it would last a lifetime, but I also told you that hypnosis isn’t a spell. There are still weaknesses. The hypnosis I cast on Julien was to make him firmly believe that you're Maple Leaf. However, once someone tells him you're not Maple Leaf, or if he discovers it himself, the hypnosis will gradually weaken and he'll change back to his original self."

Brenda pondered for a moment and said, "You lie down on the recliner, and we will use the hypnosis method to see what your subconscious is resisting." Yasmine nodded, "Okay." Lying on the recliner, Brenda hypnotized Yasmine. "Do you like Derrick?" "I didn't like it." "Who did you like then?" Yasmine pursed her lips and said, "Russell." Brenda squinted her eyes and said, "Remember, the person you love is called Derrick, there has never been a person named Russell. Derrick is your lawful husband, and you both have a son named Layne Maddox. You must accept everything about Derrick, do you remember?"

he leans in close to me, nibbling on my left ear. I shake my head, still stubborn to do what he asks. I don't want to look at him! “Come on..." he laughs briefly, his voice low and gruff. “I know you want to... don't fight it, little wife." Suddenly, it is as though I am hypnotized by his voice and I find myself lifting my head just as he has ordered until I finally stare into his eyes. “Good girl!" He snarls, the corners of his thin lips curving into a sly smirk.

"Don't move. It will be over soon." But somehow, I found him even more terrifying like this. He slowly attached electrode wires from a machine to my head. As more and more electrodes were applied, my fear grew stronger and stronger. "Please, don't hypnotize me again," I begged. Quinton paused for a moment after hearing my sobbing plea. He gently wiped away my tears, bent down, and whispered in my ear, "Sleep, Jenny. When you wake up, you won't feel sad anymore." Then he stood up and pressed a button on the machine.