Pink Hypnosis の小説・ストーリー

He could not force her to recognize the marriage that had become deformed in the first half of her life because she had a bitter intention! The harm she suffered will not be reduced in the slightest because of Mu Zenin's bitterness! Hypnosis is a psychological suggestion, not brainwashing. Mu Zi and Murong Cheng walked out one after the other. Mu Zenin stood in the mess, looking at their backs as they left, her eyes already scarlet. Outside, there were servants probing at the door, not daring to go in. Mu Zenin snapped, "What are you waiting for? Come in and clean up!"

"I can't... I can't..." "Yes, you can!" Kieran's voice, fierce and certain. "You're a Nightshade. We don't break!" One final surge of agony— And then suddenly, blissfully, it was over. I stood on four legs, panting and disoriented. The world looked different. Smelled different. Everything was sharper, clearer, more intense. I glanced down at my paws and froze. They were pink. Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz.

Doctor Mu spoke everything in a very light tone but Jiang Ning knew that he was being serious but " Doctor why did my husband fell unconsious like that ? Shouldn't he be fine , what's the reason for his trigger ?" " Hypnotism is not a permanent art , Mrs Si . The more complex it is , the more the person needs to be in contact with the person whom he is hypnotizing " said Doctor Mu " A difficult hypnotism like this needs a constant redo in a month or six depending on how long the person has been in contact with his hypnotist. I believe the hypnotism is weakening yet its still there in Mr .Si 's mind , if he does anything against what his hypnotist beliefs that she planted in his mind, Mr . Si

I asked my new bodyguard. " Yes ma'am, where you go, I go. " She said to me. She was taking me to the therapist I have been seeing and we have been speaking about a lot of things. The last time I was her we talked about trying a holistic approach to getting my memories back, she suggested hypnosis. I was not too crazy about the idea given the fact that I am carrying a lot of secrets, secrets that aren't mine to share. Hypnosis is dangerous because I won't be myself, in that moment the doctor would be in total control of my mind and I don't like that.

Cynthia murmured. "It's possible you've been waking up every day to look at that thing too much and are hallucinating, I'll have it tear down later to save you a headache. In that case we won't go back to the room for a while, it's just as well to check your condition here." Carlo turned to Debby and instructed, "Go to the third floor and get Miss Cynthia a coat." Debby answered then led Tarian away. Hypnosis was the most direct method of treatment, but this method also increased the risk of Cynthia regaining her memory to a certain extent and was rejected by Carlo on the way here.

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

I jerked into a sitting position and mumbled, "Let's see how it is going." Cupping my hands around her cheeks, I hold her head in place, "Look into my eyes." Her eyes slid to mine and I stared deep within them. Taking a deep breath, I channeled my hypnotizing powers, and commanded her, "Get up and sprint around the lawn doing 10 laps." I waited for her pupils to dilate, her shoulders to slouch, her body to stand and follow my command. A whole minute passed and nothing happened. I felt so elevated that I couldn't stop grinning, "There you go."

“But your work—” “My work is dedicated to helping people who want to remember. Who are ready to face it and work through it,” she said. “Not forcing trauma to the forefront before they are ready.” She looked at me. “You endangered your life with this. You understand that. I’m not going to lecture you, but I’m going to tell you that hypnosis, especially self-hypnosis, is a mixed bag of tricks. Like dream analysis.” I drew back, a bit crestfallen. “Really?”

"Because someone's trying to silence me. And I'm not going to be helpless anymore." She didn't flinch. "Then yes. You may do so. But cautiously. Hypnosis works best when the subject is already in a compromised state—physically, emotionally. And be thoughtful about the words you use. If you press too hard, the mind will back away. If you hesitate… they'll fight it." "What if it fails?" "They may turn violent. Or their head will break. Or worse… the magic can bind you instead." I swallowed. "But," she continued, putting a hand on mine, "you're prepared. I can feel it. You simply need to trust in your own strength."

He was looking at the envelope like it might bite him. “I did. I told you pain was the only way to snap them out of it.” I see. I was right. Hypnosis. Rabid wolves, turned rogue wolves, all have a mark that proves they were claimed and controlled. These people have nothing. They still seem out of it. Meaning they haven’t snapped out of it entirely.