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There had been a few talks about rival businesses, promotions, and propaganda, but after these, Paul concluded the meeting and led Agatha out of the place. However, like what was mentioned earlier, Agatha was already very angry at this irritating dog-slayer. Her patience for him had long dried up the first time this hateful guy tried to make Paul appear rash in making decisions in front of everyone. This was why before completely stepping out of the room, she gave Marc one last glare. Then he hypnotized the rest of the people in the room, using a few keywords to discreetly instill a memory in their brain. That time, she thought, although she couldn't make the person do something very shamefu

“Jack. Jack Mueller. You need to wake up.” The intonations of my voice I keep within the same frequency as the radio static’s hissing ‘hhhhhuuusssss’ sound of a sustained expiration and use words carefully chosen and repeated in a rhythm that mimics the beat of a human heart. Coming round from unconsciousness and in precise combination with the radio static and the deliberate rhythm and frequency of my voice induces in him an extremely hypnotic state, allowing me to alter Junior’s consciousness, inserting my helpful advice and friendly direction at a mental point where he’s more suggestible than he would be in a full waking state.

“Tell me how? I need to enter such kind of brain state???” Marcus rubbed his chin and excitedly snapped his fingers. “I am going to hypnotize you half conscious…I will guide you while you’re half sleeping state and you’re still be able to communicate with me…” Clayton giggled. “Come on, buddy…you don’t bring the pendulum.” Marcus sneered. “I only have to snap in front of you…the only thing that you should do is trust me doing this…” Clayton inhaled. He paused as his thoughts were running a kind of deep self argument within himself.

“I was just saying, someone like Chris, with his personality, is very difficult to hypnotize. Last time it succeeded was already not easy. This time, no matter what, it won’t be that simple. Passive hypnosis... is very difficult for the hypnotist, but the pressure on Chris will be a bit less. After all, Chris doesn’t know when he will be hypnotized, and even if he recognizes Frederick, it won’t matter. He might already be in the hypnotic state the moment he sees Frederick.”

] I understood that my emotions were the key to breaking Dorian's control, and I had to make them stronger than his willpower. ‘You're right. I won't back down.’ With unwavering resolve, I channeled all my love and determination into the hypnotic distraction. It pulsed with newfound intensity, a radiant force aimed directly at Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, direct it toward Dorian. Make him see the truth.] Following my inner power's guidance, I concentrated all my strength on targeting Dorian's consciousness. The hypnotic distraction shimmered with a brilliant light, a beacon of truth amidst the illusion.

How could he now willingly share a meal with her? Jaylene didn't want to believe the hypnosis had failed. She had administered so many drugs, and the hypnotist had experimented on numerous people without any waking up fully in such a short time. Keegan had been severely injured, at his most mentally vulnerable, which should have made the hypnosis more effective. But that photo made it hard for her not to overthink things. Jaylene had been happy when Keegan answered the door, but Darcie's words quickly soured her mood.

“I can’t help him. He must have a mental illness. We’ll have to look for a psychiatrist.” After the psychiatrist came over, he also shook his head. He had no idea what to do, and he couldn’t figure out the cause of the symptom either. None of them would’ve known that this was the result of Alex’s deep hypnosis on Michael. Last time, he hypnotized Tristan Coleman to eat 250 grams of mud every hour. However, due to how urgently the hypnosis was done this time, Alex hypnotized Michael by telling him to think of trees as the Fairy Doctor and to cozy up to it once every hour.

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

He leaned into my neck and grabbed a spot within his lips then he began to suck me causing me to jerk on impulse. "Angel! Gosh.... Oh fuck!" I cried and wriggled, struggling to be free because the sensations his hickey brought was just too sensitive. Too sweet but then how could I forget how it always felt. I found my entire body weakening to the intense pleasure, I froze as his hickey on me paralyzed my body. I was so deep in pleasure and could not move a finger due to how intense it was. It felt like if I did, I'd explode from the insane amount of pleasure it would cause.

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.