John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

Holt was once again left with no words. "You cannot," Mr. Holt instantly retorted before Maleeka once again tried to convince him that he should be in a separate room. "Why not?" I was looking him directly in the eye. He was getting intimidated by my sudden queries. "Because the liquid that is used to hypnotize someone has been ran out," as soon as he did a slip up, he shut his mouth down and closed his eyes to grunt, "I mean, you ran out of the liquid you were using to hypnotize me," he corrected, but didn’t look too pleased because now we had some information about the whole hypnotism thing.

Raw data flooded the screen: timestamps, audio spectrums, encrypted surveillance. Slipping on noise-canceling headphones, she played the first audio file. Static. Then, her mother’s distorted but unmistakable voice: “If anyone hears this... remember me. I am not a shadow. I am not your project.” Isabella froze, hands trembling. The clip was layered, her mother’s voice beneath subliminal commands: “You will forget. You will comply. You are safe. You are nothing.” This was the Echo Protocol, raw, violent, stripped of pretense—mental warfare, not therapy.

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.

The good doctor had leaned forward with interest, listening, nibbling at the bait which had been dangled so delicately before him. Fishy fishy in the brook. Fishy fishy bite my hook . . . Richard had chewed the soft inside lining of his cheek, fighting back the titters, all the while thinking: My God, I’m going crackers. They went on to explain how they had heard today’s hypnotherapy might be just the thing, might help assess the situation. Maybe even cure it altogether. Dr. Ponds informed them they’d heard correctly, and that they had come to the right place in their discomfort. He conveyed how the procedure known as regressive hypnosis would more than likely uncover the mental obstacles fr

"What?" "Ryan, hit yourself!" Ryan's entranced face then turned into a sneer. "What is wrong with you?" he responded. It had worked, Ryan was no longer under his control. "He's not a conduit anymore. I reversed the spell I used to hypnotise him by saying it backwards." "It's working!" Julia cried out in Glee as her brother began to stir. Matt's face reverted to normal with his eyes no longer red and his skin back to its original brown color.

Hehe, that poor d*mbass! 'But my hypnosis clearly worked on him last time. What happened!?'

PATIENT: JANE DOE (ALIAS) LOCATION: PRIVATE CLINIC, EASTERN EUROPE PRESENTING: SUDDEN ONSET VISUAL / AUDITORY HALLUCINATIONS, MEMORY FRAGMENTATION HISTORY: “EXPERIMENTAL COGNITIVE THERAPY” AT UNDISCLOSED FACILITY “Neurologist who sent it over thinks it’s a migraine variant,” Mila said. “Psych thinks it’s trauma. I think it’s a Phase II knockoff with shitty QA.” My throat tightened. “What did the ‘therapy’ promise?” I asked. “Erase intrusive war memories,” she said. “Sound familiar?” It did. Too familiar. I flipped to the last page.

He didn't say anymore he just backed out of the room and stormed down the hallway full of silent aggravating fury. “How does hypnosis work?" MJ asked, turning everyone's attention away from John’s retreating figure. Julie blinked a few times and slightly shook her head “well, it’s pretty simple really-” Julie began but Dante intervened once again “hold on, hold on, hold on” he said waving his arms back and forth and turning to face Mj.