A double shot milkshake for dessert

"I guess I'll take the double shot milkshake for dessert." The busty mom closed the menu after a short moment, looking up at Carl nonchalantly.

"Very good, madam. After your meal with your family, I will be back to take you to the VIP room. Have you read and understood the procedures on the menu?" Carl referred to the print at the bottom of the page that sealed the deal.

"Yes, I have. Thank you."

"In that case, I'll have a coffee and Emma will have an orange juice while we wait for her later." The father nodded several times. The mother did not object. Nobody would even think of it being a set up now that they had been listening to the tampered music for this long. They were hooked and there was no escape or suspicion to be had.

"Excellent. I will be back with your order shortly."

The next half an hour or so was spent on serving up their food, leaving Carl to serve the rest of the tables in anticipation. He was the one who flagged her and he was going to be the one who gets her, unless he taps out and switches with his brother or father. It was a patient wait if the special menu item was a dessert. He had to be attentive to the table to see if the mark was ready to be taken to the back rooms. Soon enough, he was flagged over by his observant brother to tend to the family again.

"And here is your coffee and juice." Carl served up the drinks, before turning to the mark, "Its time for us to serve you your milkshake, madam. This way please."

"Look after Emma for me, Gerard. Don't go anywhere." The woman casted a steely glare at her husband, who only responded with a resigned nod. She was much more endearing to her daughter, "I'll be back later, sweetie!"

She followed Carl up the aisles to the twin swinging doors next to the kitchen. Past those doors was a stairway leading down to the basement, where the real magic of their operation takes place. It was converted into a small complex of four separate rooms connected to a corridor, obviously soundproofed for obvious reasons. Carl led his mark down here without any hassle. The music was still playing too, keeping her entrapped in their insidious mind controlling snare.

"Wow, pretty strange place to be serving milkshakes." She commented while looking at the bare decor of the corridor, keeping her cool despite the obviously foreboding surroundings as if she was in the safest place in the world.

"Its a very secret thing our family does." Carl had no fear to share this with her. "All for the satisfaction of the customer."

He led her to the room on the far right. Inside was a spartan looking bedroom, with a metal posted queen sized bed, a couple of chairs, a table and a water cooler in the corner. The room was illuminated by a cheap ceiling light, the walls a dull simple grey paint. He closed and locked the door behind them in anticipation for what was going to happen next.