"We'll get you away from him...

... just get up now and ignore everything he's told you." As the woman scrambles to her feet, you want to punch yourself. Whether the source is in herself or someone else has done it, whether the issue is even real to any degree or entirely in her head, an issue she has and you should be thinking about helping her get through it rather than jump straight any fantasies you may or may not harbour. As you take the water bottle back from the naked woman once she gets to her feet, though, you have a sudden thought. "Do a cartwheel", you say in an even voice without any warning as to what your phrase might be... And you see the woman's eyes still widening in shock as her naked body already is launching itself sideways. She manages the cartwheel too, even if only just, and that settles the issue for you for now.

Nobody is that good of an actress, simple as. Also, while not unfit by any means, the woman does not strike you as someone who can ordinarily do a cartwheel with no preparation whatsoever. You will need to figure out what on earth is going on, but whatever it is, her mind is convinced probably beyond her active consciousness that she must obey all commands... And that's exactly what she does. You try not to think about the way her breasts have swung in practically a circle as she makes a couple of unsteady steps before regaining firm footing.

"Sorry, had to check. Put your clothes on and let's get going", you say somewhat sheepishly, but the woman does not seem to have an issue with your little test. Whether that is due to understanding, shock, or her curse-induced compliance you are not entirely sure. She gets a small bag... But remains naked, turning to you instead. "Um, actually, I only came wearing his t-shirt..." Under the circumstances you do not think it would be a massive crime to tell her to get that, but you just want to get her out of here without gaining extra concerns, so you say "Take my sundress then" instead, which she does, hastily putting it on. She is taller and her front is a bit more endowed than yours, but it fits reasonably well. Your swimwear is modest enough to drive in and still dry, so you can stick with that for now.

You get your own things quickly and the two of you walk briskly to your car, both glancing behind. You do see the figure emerging from the water and starting to accelerate.... But by that point you are steps away from the car park. You generally would have no issue confronting an asshole like that in a public place, but your new companion is obviously **** in her state, so you do not stick around. You ask her once you get going how much does the guy know about her and whether he will be able to find her, and it turns out that he bothered to learn very little about his victim. He does not even know her name, because he asked it rather than commanded her to tell him, and he did not bother to come back to that after he found out what he can do. Her bag with her keys and phone is safely with her; the clothing he made her discard is probably not worth trying to recover at this point.

Still, a couple of other people who know where she lives started to detect something going on with her even if they did not yet have the full picture, so you decide to head to yours and keep your new friend (Amy, that is - you actually remembered to ask at some point) safe there while you both are establishing what is happening, if you at all can. You have arrived just about when you have finished establishing the baseline information. "Let's go then", you say once you have parked and realise from Amy's immediate movement that that too was a command. "Uh, yeah, so please do tell if I say something that you will... Uh... Feel obliged to follow when it's just a normal phrase", you add somewhat awkwardly and you both laugh, one somewhat more forcedly than the other. "You know, don't like knock yourself out if I say that". This time the laughter is a bit less strained... And it still rings as you both head in.