Forced Regression Novels & Stories

He no longer felt the humiliation of being in service of someone else. He knew that as strong as he could follow the stronger ones, he could continue to improve himself. Jason was deeply familiar with the 'Carrot And Stick' method. He knew that forcing Sannuit to serve him would only evoke deep frustrations within Sannuit. However, after offering some guidance, Sannuit would feel much less resistance in his heart. Sannuit was considered the instigator, and Jason had seemingly repaid the hostile act with kindness.

"Ethan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I also love you." Ethan could feel the power of the Moon Goddess, which came from the moonlight, pushing down on him and directing him. He took a big breath and thought about what he should do. He spoke with a voice that showed both power and weakness. "I decide to love and forgive. But it's no longer just about me. It has to do with us all, our pack, and our future. We can't be split apart. We have to figure out a way for this to work."

I asked, my voice trembling. Mark squeezed my hand, offering the support I needed. "Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. It’s a process that takes time. The important thing is that you strive to move forward and not let the past control you." I took a deep breath, trying to absorb my husband's words. "I want to be able to do that. I want to feel free from all this," I said with hope. "Start with small steps. Maybe you can invite your mother to cook. Or perhaps do other activities you can do together," Mark suggested.

I mentally scolded myself in my foolishness. He leaned forward invading my privacy as he leveled me with a stare. His scent washed all over me, almost hypnotizing me with an alluring fragrance. "You are not angry right?" "No..No," I stammer, hardly able to speak. Right away I realized my mistake. I wasn't supposed to forget and forgive him so easily. All I wanted to do at the movement was to slap myself for not being strong enough to stand for myself. "Good," Was all he said.

Because it meant the system was not just learning new structures. It was also remembering old instincts. Across the clearing, people were now skipping confirmation steps introduced yesterday. Not out of rebellion. Out of familiarity. Familiarity was faster. And faster felt like progress. Aria watched a group complete a task without invoking closure marking. Then another. Then another. The pattern was spreading. Damien noticed her expression tighten. “That’s the regression,” he said quietly. Aria nodded. “Yes.” Liam looked confused. “But it still works,” he said.

Lacey's POV: Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordinator" for technical reasons. Really, he susses out suspicious people, and "sets them straight". "Setting them straight" could mean a variety

I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her. "The rebound I know about?" "Yes!" I nodded excited. "Do you need to see the doctor or something?" She brought her head close to me and inspected my face. "I'm fine, bitch." "Isn't a rebound like a bad thing to do to someone?" "There you go again, miss goody two shoes." I rolled my eyes and sipped from my juice box. "Okay, who is this rebound?" "Andre." "Bitchson! You know that dude loves you, he wouldn't let you go easily once you're done rebounding whatever."

Finishing her sentences she moved away from me. I can't win an argument with this woman for sure. I tried to reach her hand again and she jerked it off. My male ego got hurt too much. When I tried to forcefully get a hold on her hand, she moved in a certain manner that her back feet got tangled and she fell losing her balance. In the process of that Myra hit her head on the nearby wooden table. "Merda"(Shit). That was the only word that came out of her mouth when she sat down holding her forehead with her left hand. I scooted down to her level to check her wound. She was more than arrogant.

From that point on, I stopped skimming the comments and started actually studying them. I worked to understand what people meant when they talked about sweet moments and shipping couples. Then I came across a word I'd never encountered before. Transmigration! The moment I applied it to Tristan's sudden change in personality, everything clicked into place. However, I needed proof before I could act on it. I didn't know when the foreign soul had taken over his body, so I used acupuncture to seal his pressure points. That technique did more than just put him to sleep. It had a second effect. It would trigger a relapse of his old soul-untethering condition.