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“What do you think happened? She was terrified of Ryan.” Erik answers before I can. “I’ve seen behaviour like that before.” His voice is thoughtful, as if he’s pulling the memory carefully from a distant past. His eyes stay on Elizabeth, focused yet far away — as though he’s sitting here and somewhere else all at once. “During my training,” he continues, “we were taught about beings capable of taking control of the mind. There was an exercise — one that was later banned. We had to learn how to recognise when someone was invading your thoughts.” He pauses, fingers resting on the leather strap around his wrist, twisting it slowly. “One of my classmates was called up for a demonstration. None o

Now that I was able to put a name to his face, he felt much more… tangible. “What do you mean?” Beta Trent asked. “What’s happening in Free City?” “It more of what’s not happening than what is…” Eric combed a finger through his hair again. No one had offered him a seat since he came but he took one anyway. “Donn is working with a witch and Mallory and they’re using mind control on everyone in the Packhouse. Dale included.” “Mind control?” Beta Trent growled. “Yes. It’s a kind of power that we have not seen in a thousand years. And the fact that they can even control someone as powerful as Dale is… scary. They’re planning something and it’s big.”

Why can’t I get a grip over myself? His hand slowly falls on my right arm. My eyes lighten up brightly immediately. I turn slightly and look at it quickly. He uses his other hand and drags my face slowly back to his stare. His hands are slowly climbing downwards. I try to keep my eyes open but I can’t. My eyes are weak and they are opening and closing as though I am having an orgasm. His fingers continue decresending and tottering slowly. My eyes finally close up as his other hand falls on my cheeks. I am sure this is some form of witchcraft because I can't control myself or break out from the ice.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

My mind felt scrambled again…anger and lust and the humiliating knowledge that catching him had only made me wetter, needier, more desperate to feel him lose control under my hands. “You like this,” I accused, breath hitching as he sucked harder on my nipple. “You like being caught. You like me punishing you for it.” I tightened my fist and stroked faster. “Look at you. Already hard again. Already leaking for me after you just finished. Pathetic.” His hips rolled into my hand. A low, broken sound left his throat against my skin. I felt the exact moment his control started to fray…the way his grip on my breasts tightened, the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his cock swelled even thic

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

she muses, relishing in her dominance over me as I seethe with rage and defiance. She grins, smearing away a flick of blood on her cheek. “Clean it,” she commands, and my tongue eagerly obeys, tracing over her skin with a feverish hunger. She pulls me in for a kiss, her lips moulding to mine as she guides my hands to explore every inch of her body. But I can feel someone watching us, and when I open my eyes, Tobin and Ataz are staring at us with their lifeless, empty gazes. The realisation hits me like a punch to the gut - they’ve been under her mind control this whole time, mere puppets in this twisted game we’re caught in. And now I’m trapped too, consumed by her magic as she forces me to

, Jasmine panted in my head and I agreed with her. Just when my fingers were getting cramped and I thought I was going to need him to finish me up, his voice rang across our mindlink again. “You started it, you should finish it up”, he said. “Thrust inside that pussy like you mean it, baby. I want to watch you come undone for me”. At his words, I melted and fingered myself harder. He sent images of what he'd do to my body through our mindlink and that was when I lost control.

Nobody can see us. She scoots even closer, and whispers the magic words in my ear, “Please, Daddy.” She slides a leg up my thighs, and lets it rest against my cock. I can feel how wet she is through her shorts. “I know you want this. I’ll keep it a secret.” I dig my fingernails into my palms. Maybe the pain will clear my foggy head. I feel the control slipping though. I want nothing more than to give in to this. Her nipples are tight buds against my arms, poking through her flimsy shirt. “Remember what you told me?” My teeth clench together. I know exactly what I told her.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.