Mind Control

Georgia dragged Scarlett down the staircase to Bill’s laboratory. Bill had all sorts of gadgets lying around, but the one he was looking for was probably the one that scared him the most. It was built into a salon style hairdryer, the type that surrounded a woman’s entire head.

“We can reprogram Scarlett’s memory with this,” Bill said.

Georgia looked at her son thoughtfully. “I won’t ask why you built this...”

Georgia **** Scarlett into the chair while Bill retrained her flailing arms with wrist straps.

“Stop this!” Scarlett pleaded, tears running down the sides of her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Steven,” Georgia said, “We have something g special planned for you.”