I looked down at Caitlyn, now Kitten, and saw no trace of my former rival. We had succeeded in training her fiercely competitive and somewhat bitchy personality completely away, leaving her soft, vacant and demure.
She had resisted at first, of course—who wouldn’t, especially once I told her my plans for her—but we managed to break her after several weeks of restraint, sensory deprivation and heavy psychotropic drugs.
After that, it was fairly easy. We scheduled her for some routine and some somewhat experimental surgeries, remade her look a bit and used hours upon hours of hypnosis to turn her into this. Now she was a cute little empty headed piece of fluff, eager to please and no longer any threat to me.
I laughed, thinking back to her futile efforts to resist her fate. She had lamely tried to turn my partners against me at one point. But I knew she’d fail on all counts. My will was stronger than hers and besides, I paid my partners too well for them to abandon the project. I even promised them use of her when we were all done, something Kitten seemed to enjoy immensely. I sometimes wondered if Stockholm Syndrome had set in at some point.
My reverie was broken, however, when my partner Bill and his two associates entered the room uninvited. They weren’t smiling but they looked strangely determined.
I was about to ask them what was wrong when I felt a sharp jab in my hip. I looked down and watched as one of the associates depressed the plunger on the syringe. And then everything just…faded.
Noora Karma hypnotizes beautiful model
Valerie: Lay down real quick, I wanna try something.
Sam: Um…OK? What sort of something?
Valerie: I just need you to relax real quick. Unclench your fists, take a couple of deep breaths. Just relax.
Valerie: Tell me, Sam, what color are my eyes?
Sam: What kind of question is that? Your eyes are…
Sam: Um…they’re…I know they’re…
Valerie: Shhhh, it’s OK. You’ll figure it out eventually. Look deeper.
Valerie: You’re looking so deep into them, aren’t you?
Valerie: Look even deeper. Even deeper. Good girl. Deep into my eyes. They’re washing away all of your stress, all of your thoughts…yes, you do want to close your eyes. You’re so relaxed. But you’re so lost in my magical violet eyes.
"Are you enjoying your shoulder rub, sis?"
Being a hypnotist in a house full of mirrors can be tricky, I’m sure.