His voice is pulling you in

A fog had settled on my brain. The details of the room went out of focus and my nerves tingled. It seemed odd for the drink to be hitting me that quickly. But I realized that it wasn’t the drink the next time Bill spoke.

“Don’t you find that there’s so much noise and confusion out there in the world? Aren’t things so much better right here. Right now. With me?”

It was his voice!

Every note of every word was drawing me in towards him. I felt the impulse to surrender my control to his wishes. I wanted to do as he said. To be good for him. This can sometimes happen in a dream, and I’ve taken the opportunity in the past. Offering up some or all of your lucid control can make things wonderfully surprising. But was that what I wanted?

He patted his knee and commanded, “Come here and we’ll talk about it.”

The sensations were growing more powerful by the second. This was much quicker than I was used to. In a moment I’d be out of my chair to do his bidding. I knew this was my best chance to get out of here. I had to make a decision.