summon your hate and independence

You hate being used this way, you are independent and proud, and won't bow and kneel as a plaything. You push back, banishing the subservience from your mind and finding a moment of agency in your body. The leash of light upon your neck snaps with a loud pop. It feels so good to have control again...

But you don't have much time. The Nightsister seems to shake from her other-worldly trance and her focus descends upon you. She sees your freedom, and seeks to squash it. A flicker of rage flashes across her eyes as she begins to twirl her fingers, summoning her arcane powers to bring you under her control once again.

Your instincts get the better of you and you reach towards your one most familiar item, your blaster. You roll onto the ground as a sizzling bolt of purple energy arcs past your head. You land on the cushioned floor and swing your blaster. You aim, and fire.

A horrifying screech is emitted by the pale woman as her body, marred by the blast, begins to disintegrate. The blue twi'lek falls over as she goes limp. You feel the last vestiges of the witch's control leaking out of your mind.

But the horrible screech never really ends, it transforms. It turns into a subtle, hideous, mesmerizing laughter that invades every part of your thoughts. You hold your head with your hands until it begins to subside. But it doesn't fade away. Rather, it seems to soak into your mind until you become adjusted to it.

Terrified, you wonder if you are possessed or haunted. But as you stand up and shake yourself free, you realize you have complete autonomy once again and feel as you always did.