Rebecca's Hypnotic Training Begins

Rebecca sank to her knees without protest, her emerald eyes locked onto Stefano’s as if he held the very axis of her world.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking her hair.

The ring’s power pulsed, tendrils of influence weaving through the air, coiling around Rebecca’s will, reshaping it.

"You love making me happy, don’t you?"

She nodded, her breath coming faster.

"Say it."

"I—I love making you happy, Daddy."

Stefano’s thumb traced her lower lip, his touch possessive.

"And you’ll do anything for me, won’t you?"

Rebecca’s eyelids fluttered. The gold in her irises swirled brighter.

"Y-Yes... Anything for you."