The plan is in motion

For two weeks, the doctor had been pouring a potent psychotropic **** into the humidifier next to Johanna's desk. It worked swiftly, sedating her anger and making her pliant and open to suggestions. He noticed the change in her immediately; first, in her posture, then in her disposition. She was more relaxed and even eager to take on whatever he asked of her, no matter how arduous or time consuming. Even when he reached out to touch her hand, it lingered for a few moments before she pulled it away, like a deep trance still held her captive.

Johanna struggled to stay conscious as the doctor's words pierced the fog of **** that clouded her mind. "You look stunning today, Johanna," he said, his velvety voice lingering on each syllable. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she snapped out of her foggy state. She managed a weak smile and meekly said, "Thank you Doctor, that is incredibly kind of you," before scurrying away like a frightened rabbit.