I don't remember when it started.
The sway of her hips.
The soft hum in her voice.
The way my thoughts began to blur.
She didn't attack me.
She just… spoke.
"You're tired, hero."
I was.
"Why keep fighting?"
I didn't know.
[ STATUS: HYPNOSIS ACTIVE ]
🌀 COMMAND: SINKING IN
🧠 IQ: DROPPING
💦 XP: LEAKING
🎯 WILL: FADING
I tried to hold onto something—my name, my quest, the faces of my party.
They slipped away like water through my fingers.
"That's it… let it all go…" 🥴
My sword clattered to the floor.
I didn't pick it up.
My knees buckled.
I didn't stand.
I just… watched.
Her hips.
Her smile.
Her command.
[ STATUS: FULLY HYPNOTIZED ]
🌀 CONTROL: HERS
🧠 IQ: 0
💦 XP: 0
🎯 PURPOSE: OBEY
"Good boy." 💋
She stepped closer.
Her hand rested on my head.
"You don't need to think anymore."
"You just need to serve."
I nodded.
I didn't know why.
I just knew I wanted to.
I wasn't an adventurer anymore.
I was a thrall.
And it felt like home.
🌀💦💕