Hypnosis and Witchcraft: Controlling the Minds of Men

“How did you do that?” I asked in disbelief.

She pulled from her cigarette deeply and exhaled. “Women have always used magic to defend themselves.”

“Yeah, right,” I scoffed.

“Well then you explain it,” she said. “What do you think just happened?”

I cast my eyes down and thought about it. I didn’t know what to say. I obviously wasn’t in control of myself, and I seemed to be…obeying her. Plus, there were huge gaps in my memory.

“Was that…hypnosis?” I asked, dumbfounded.

She took another drag and nodded. “You really don’t remember, do you?” My bewildered expression answered her question.

“Long story short, cuck,” she leaned in. “I own you now.”

She was out for blood. My heart pounded. “But how?” My curiosity overcame the momentary panic.

She pointed back to the tome. “I went to a witch. She gave me an old book that taught me how to hypnotize men and use them as I see fit,” she said. “You know, she thought I should poison you.”

Wordlessly I looked up at her, trying to mask my fear.

“But that would be too quick,” she said with a slight grin. “I really want you to suffer.”

When she saw my confusion was only mounting, she rolled her eyes and put out her cigarette. “Okay, you want to know how it works,” she said, extinguishing the embers.

“Let me simplify this for you. Have you noticed that ticking sound? That’s a metronome the witch gave me. Before you got here, I performed a ritual I read about in the book. I lured you into the circle of ash…” She gestured to the floor. I hadn’t noticed the black outline in the living room. “Too drunk to notice?” She smiled. “That’s sad. You have a lot of vices, but I knew your drinking would make you easy prey.”

I noticed my hands were bound behind my back.

“Wait—when did you do this?!” I struggled against my bonds.

“You just noticed that?” She cackled. “That witch is getting a bonus,” she said. I tried to rise to my feet.

“Sit down!” She commanded. Her words felt like a thousand bricks weighing down on my bones. I dropped to my knees.

“Now, I’m going to count down from ten, just like last time.”

“Last time?” I cried.

“Yes. I said you would forget, and you did. And it’s going to happen again and again. You’re mine.” She put the metronome into motion. Tick, tick, tick, tick…

“You crazy bitch,” I muttered.

“Ten,” She said, looking down on me.

“You’ll never get away with this.”

“Nine.”

“You’re going to pay, you fucking bitch!” I screamed.

She smiled. “Eight.”

“I’ll fucking **** you!”

“Seven.”

I cried out in frustration, still unable to move under some unseen mass holding me in place.

“Six.”

In my receding lucidity, I asked the only question I truly needed her to answer. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She glared down at me and ice filled my veins.

“You mean other than the years of humiliation? Putting up with your ****? The way you’d violate me, hurt me, use me, share me, and throw me away when you were finished?”

I looked down in silence. It’s true. I’d been a bastard to her over the years.

“That’s why I was cheating on you. But you know what finally pushed me over the edge? Why I finally fought back?”

I looked at her for a while and finally shook my head. She got down on her knees.

“You FILMED me. Remember when you punished me for fucking Jamal? When you were watching us through the window like a little pervert? I could take your punishment. I could take the humiliation, so long as it stayed between us. But you filmed my punishment. You filmed my anal ****. And you shared it with your friends.”

I swallowed and looked down, ashamed.

“Do you know how many people asked me about that? How many texts I got? For weeks, I’d walk into a room and it would go silent. It was posted online, did you know that? And I have no clue how many people have seen it.”

She grabbed my face and **** me to look at her. “My own father saw it. Some creep sent him the link, and he saw a video of his daughter getting brutally fucked in the ass by a psycho. ‘CUM DUMPSTER’ was written across my forehead. Do you remember that? And what did you make me say while you beat me? Oh right, ‘I’m sorry I fucked a nigger, daddy’. He didn’t need to know about that. He can’t even look me in the eye anymore.”

She let go of me with disgust. “You wanted the whole world to witness my humiliation. Now they’ll witness yours.” She stood and began to smile. “Your reign is over. You’ve had control over me for too long. Now, you belong to me. You’re my property now.”

My pulse quickened. “So you’re going to, what, fuck my ass and film it? Upload it somewhere for ****?” I asked, jaw clenched.

She glided towards the metronome. “Oh no, that would be far too simple. That’s your problem, you know? You’re so simple-minded.” Tick, tick, tick, tick…

“You will watch me fuck. You will do as I please. You will serve me. I am your master, and you are my ****. Your life is mine now.” Tick, tick, tick, tick…

“This morning, I called your boss. You quit today. I told him you drained our bank account to buy a sailboat and explore the world. He thinks you’re off to ‘find yourself’ sailing around like a faggot,” she laughed. “I used your phone to text everyone else. All your friends, all your coworkers. They all believe lies about you now. They won’t be looking for you. No one will be looking for you.” Tick, tick, tick, tick…

“Your new home is in the cellar. I’ve done a lot of work on it since you’ve been gone. I think you’ll like it. Five.”

I looked up at her as she stood nude, towering over me with her tight, glistening body. Maybe she deserved control.

“Four.”

Warmth was beginning to trickle over my forehead.

“When I snap my fingers, you are going to be calm and submissive.”

“Three. You are already feeling relaxed. You’re taking a deep breath, releasing all tension.”

“Two. You will do exactly as I say, when I say it.” Tick, tick, tick…

“One. You are mine.”