Sarah's condition

Sarah stared straight ahead, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Valerie stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the tranced girl. "You are mine. Nothing can ever break you free from my trance. I decide what you are. Nod if you understand me Sarah." The girl nodded, her blank expression showing no sign of understanding outside of the small head movement. "Good girl. Sarah, you are my ****. Happy, doting and completely in love with me. You would do anything for me. You will do everything for me. My desire is your reason to exist. I am your everything." Sarah showed no outward signs as her mind was rewritten by Valerie. For an hour more, Valerie would stand there, conditioning Sarah into her perfect hypnotized pet. She instilled every tool Sarah would need. Lessons in ettiquite, dressing and just how powerless she was against Valerie. Every sentence was tailored to make Sarah know her mind, body and soul belonged to Valerie now. She would never be independent again. She was property. Her mind a mouldable clay for Valerie to shape to her hearts content whenever she wanted. Sarah swam in mindless trance, helpless as her entire self was overwritten. Locked in her own head in a trance that she believed inescapable.

The next day, an entranced Sarah was made to study magic extensively. Her mind open and receptive to all the knowledge Valerie drilled into her. Spells, rituals and runes all pushed into her head in a crash course that would have been incomprehensible to anyone not under intense hypnotic control.

On the other side of town. Lucy sat at a computer, unaware of the target escaping put on her back. While she stalked the internet, scanning page after page, article after article on the previous targets of Valerie and her co-conspirator, one of Valerie's thralls watched. Waiting for the opportunity to tell her mistress it was time to strike.