Summer gets a call

Summer was lying in bed, reading on her laptop. She was scouring the internet for information about hypnosis. She read boring articles about how hypnosis was a mental state similar to meditation where the subject was maybe-kinda more suggestible. She read schlock with black-and-white spirals. What she couldn't find was information about how to escape an all-powerful therapist who could control you by looking you in the eyes. The actress' research was interrupted by a call on her cell phone.
Summer checked the caller ID. It was Natalia, the person who had recommended Dr. Crane in the first place. Maybe she knew something. Summer answered the phone.
"Hey, Nat."
Natalia got right into it. "How was Dr. Crane."
"Well," Summer said, "he hypnotized me into his foot ****. It was great." It was great? No it wasn't. "I meant it was awesome," Summer said. "No, I didn't not have fun. I mean it was the best thing that ever happened to me."
It must be the hypnosis. Dr. Crane had ordered her to tell everyone how great he was, and she was obeying.
"I loved it too," Natalia said. Did she mean that, or was she just being **** to say it. "I know it can be uncomfortable at first, but after a few sessions, you're really going to love this. My advice: just enjoy the ride."
With that, Nat hung up. Summer tried to call her back but just got an answering machine.