Novelas y relatos de Dark Hypno

"Take a deep breath and let your consciousness sink into the depths of your mind. Find the entrance to your subconscious and step into it fearlessly." Rey followed Seraphina's guidance, shutting her eyes and allowing her breathing to steady. She visualized herself descending into a vast abyss within her mind, searching for the core of her being. Slowly, she felt herself enveloped by a sense of calm and focus. As Rey traversed the ethereal landscapes of her subconscious, she encountered fragments of memories, emotions, and desires. Shadows danced in the corners of her mind, whispers of doubt and anger echoing through the depths. And then, she saw it—a figure shrouded in darkness, radiating an

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I run my hand over his sleek fur and let my eyes fall shut. Lucas is listening to an audio book, and I stay awake and pay attention for three chapters before I fall asleep, slipping into the same dream I keep having. The demon. Being surrounded by hellfire. The blue-eyed man just looking at me, not speaking. Not moving. Not giving me a single fucking clue to why he keeps pulling me back here. I watch myself almost burn and feel the same desperation take me over.

“It will… more and more each day. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.” After a few more minutes of light conversation, she adjusted her glasses and leaned forward slightly. “So… shall we begin?” I nodded. “I’m ready.” She dimmed the lights, the room falling into a quiet calm. I leaned back in the reclined chair, focusing on her voice as she gently guided me into the hypnosis session. Her tone was soft, rhythmic, grounding , just like always. “Just let go… let your mind wander… to wherever it needs to take you…”

“Hey…hey, look at me. You’re okay, just breathe. In and out, alright? Follow me. In… out.” His eyes were wide and glassy, distant but wild. He wasn’t fully present. I guided his hand over mine and pressed it to his chest. “Right here. Feel this? Just breathe with me, Drew.” Slowly, achingly slowly, his breathing began to match mine. I didn’t let go. Didn’t move. When his trembling finally settled and his body slackened, I whispered, “Do you have any medication?” He nodded weakly, eyes still dazed, and gestured toward the drawer.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

But when he realized that he was inhaling and exhaling along with her, getting drowsy, he forced his eyes awake, grimacing to himself. The doctor suggested that he bring some headphones and a music player with him, in case he, too, found himself susceptible to the relaxation process. Race didn't want to miss what Dr. Gray told Chrissie, but he wouldn't be very vigilant if he allowed himself to be hypnotized. He plugged the earbuds into his ears and turned on some Lynard Skynard until Dr. Gray signaled him. Race didn't' trust the guy, but he let the doctor do his job.