Imagine staring into their eyes as your trance deepens. The longer you are falling the heavier your limps gets and the bigger the eyes become. There is no running from it; not just because you are nothing more than a docile and malleable doll for them but because that pull is not letting up, it just becomes stronger and heavier right until the point when it becomes so big that all of a sudden you are standing right on the edge. You have a brief moment of recognition of what is happening and then they push you into free fall. Falling in their eyes, falling deeper, not being able to stop, not wanting to stop, your body and mind completely theirs, it is no longer yours, it is a vessel to be filled with their whims and needs, their ideal of you so when you wake up again, their words slips through your lips as you beg on your knees to worship them. Isn't that sounds lovely?
