Mind Control Freeuse Novels & Stories

"Why? You don't trust me?" "I don't trust him," he said, crawling back over into the passenger seat. "The guy is literally a walking, talking corpse." "Well, I've had worse encounters with people who are alive," I said as a joke, but he wasn't amused. "Did you not see what he did to Amos Jessup?" he asked, his tone darkening. "Without batting an eye, he made the guy blow his own brains out using mind control. The fact that you're human means he can use that power on you too, and that terrifies me."

he roared once more after the unseen force doubled in might. The sickly man found himself kissing the rubbles below as he was totally incapacitated in a faced down spread-eagled position. His shouts were now finally muffled by the debris that was presented at his gaping mouth. “Is there a way to silence him, Madame Ais? But I don’t want him to die. I just want for him to allow us to enter the sect and perhaps let us become Prime disciples he said earlier.” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. The system has a mind control drug that could subdue any being below a level 10 cultivator.” Madame Ais answered.

“As you know, I was disbanded from T.H.E.M. when I had a ‘mental breakdown’ several years ago and was thereafter committed. What you don’t know is that my breakdown was, in fact, a direct result of T.H.E.M.’s influence. “For many years, T.H.E.M. has been wanting to explore the technology of mind control. Zeke’s idea was he could temporarily program someone—anyone—to become an agent for a specific amount of time, and then release them. The subject would continue on with their life, unaware they had been used as a pawn in a contract murder. I’m sure you can see why this would appeal to Zeke. Why risk a valued T.H.E.M. agent on a dangerous assignment if he can program a random civilian to do th

“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?” “Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!” “What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!” Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”

I looked at the locked screen of my phone, 'Ms. Sarah meet me on the road near my house, it's urgent.' - Mr. Niall. What? Right now? I thought, 'Right now.' Mr. Niall. So he has found a new way to torture me? I thought. And my phone blinked again, 'I am not torturing you. Just come quickly.' - Mr. Niall. Wow!! Now he was even reading my mind.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

I will also shoulder his medical expenses. Of course, she planned to do the latter anonymously. 'As for Misty, Amanda... and Paul, I guess I have no choice but make them resistant to mind control through hypnosis.' She was skeptical about it though. Would this plan work? The system told her hypnosis could 'probably' triumph over mind control if the latter was contrary to a command already left to an individual. For example, if she commanded someone to forget a conversation, it wouldn't easily be canceled out by a subsequent order from a mind-controller. Sadly, it's not guaranteed to work all the times. It still depends on the skill levels. She was afraid because Maurice was obviously a sever

“It’s not a continuation. It’s an escalation.” Damien frowned. “What kind of escalation?” “They’re skipping trials. Going straight to deployment. The model has shifted from individual control to mass influence—behavioral manipulation through neurochemical agents.” “Mind control,” Serena said quietly. “Not the science fiction kind,” Ava corrected. “Subtle. Ads. Messaging. Reinforced compliance. Shaped thoughts, guided instincts. And thanks to what they learned from you... it’s dangerously effective.” She hit a key. A distorted audio file played:

Soren looked at his throat and looked away immediately. The foot moved a little more firmly against his ankle then moved up slowly to his knees and back to his ankle. Soren's hand on the table curled slightly, he was aware of every point of contact, the person at the table, the cool glass under his fingers and that one small intentional movement on his leg that Juno was maintaining like it cost him nothing.

“I believe you have a Vodu Worm that is used for manipulation, right? It’s the type that prevents someone from betraying another person, you know?” Nancy said, “Yes, I have a Mind Control Vodu that can be used to manipulate a person. If the cursed person wants to betray the other person, the worm will eat them up. The pain will be worse than being munched by millions of ants.” Penta-sun Doyen’s face was ghastly pale, and he looked toward Kayson pleadingly. He said shakily, “I won’t betray you, Mr. Yarde. Please don’t curse me with the worm!”