It was a gloomy night in Vel Corte as Laura approached the townhouses through the park. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her. There was no one, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there. Was it Joan? Was that redheaded slut planning something? Whatever it was, there was no form of hypnosis that Laura wasn't guarded against. Visual was too difficult. She was practiced in all the known forms of audio hypnosis and Dr. Charles was never subtle enough to catch her off guard. Chemical hypnosis was easy to avoid. Besides, Dr. Charles didn't know she was coming, of that Laura was absolutely certain.
She went to the front door of number seven and picked the lock when she was certain no one was looking. The lock opened easy enough. The door open, Laura quietly slipped inside. She found Dr. Charles sitting in a chair by the fire. On the mantle was an old clock ticking away the seconds. Dr. Charles was having tea. He looked up at her as if expecting her and said, "it's been a long time, Laura. Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?"
Laura sat in another chair by the fire, across from Dr. Charles. "Absolutely not," she said. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment. To finally stop you."
"Stop me?" Dr. Charles seemed to find that amusing. "Laura, you can't defeat me, darling. Your best attempt was that anarchist and his bomb." Dr. Charles ran his hand down the side of his face. "But, it didn't work out, did it?"
Laura glanced at the clock on the mantle, it was ticking but there was something slightly off about it. She looked back at Dr. Charles and said, "I know everything that you are doing. I'm going to stop you."
"Is that so?"
The ticking was just slightly irregular, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. Laura began to feel a little drowsy. Her eyes started to get heavy. She tried to shake it off but couldn't. Her head got dizzy for a moment but it suddenly cleared when she heard something like a finger snap. The clock wasn't ticking anymore.
Joan was in the room, standing in the door to the kitchen. Laura was confused. She asked, "what's going on?" Laura suddenly became very concerned. She watched as Joan silently set down a red book with black lettering on it, on a little table near the stairs. Laura still felt off. "Wait," she said looking back at Dr. Charles. "You couldn't have."
"Remember when you had my office bombed?" He touched his deformed ear. "I lost the hearing in this ear, allowing me to hypnotize you with the irregular tick of that clock. You're under my power now, Laura."
"Impossible," she gasped. "I don't believe it." But she had a hazy recollection of falling into a sleep like trance. Then some memory of Dr. Charles' voice echoing in her mind, slowly breaking down her defenses and meticulously planting the seeds of obedience in her mind. Laura went pale at the realization. "No," she said. "It's not true. If I'm under your influence, then why am I not serving your sick, perverse needs?"
"This isn't just about turning you into my personal, submissive piece of pussy, Laura. This is about revenge as well. I want you tormented, my girl."
"Bastard!"
Dr. Charles' voice became dark and powerful. "Laura, you will obey my commands."
Laura struggled against the hold he had on her. She fought against it with everything she had. "I..."
"You will obey my commands," he repeated. "I want you to get up and walk over to Joan."
Laura fought through clenched teeth. "I..."
"Good to Joan now," Dr. Charles commanded.
Against her will, Laura stood up from her chair. As hard as she fought it, she found herself slowly moving towards Joan. She paused but was next to her, staring at the big breasted redheaded slut with spite and hatred.
"Open the book," Dr. Charles ordered.
"This was my idea," Joan said to her. "Enjoy having your mind shattered, bitch. I know I did."
