Enslaving Olivia

My name is Jack Jones, and I used to be Olivia Rodrigo's agent.

No, really. It's true. I was her agent since she first made it big in the music industry. And I was a damn good agent, too.

So what happened to get me fired? Nothing I did, I assure you. Olivia just wanted me fired because I was a 'lazy good-for-nothing', ignoring the fact that I had gotten her some gigs which improved her public reception.

Okay, okay, maybe I had spied on her in her dressing room once....or twice...or four times...but can you blame me? She does have a smoking hot body, and I felt I should get first dibs on it as her agent.

Regardless, this would be the day I finally made her mine. You see, I invented a device that can hypnotize people, and who better to test that on than my old client herself?

I made my way to her house (yes, despite being only 19 she lived alone in a mansion. One of the perks of being a star). I hadn't gotten rid of the keys to the place yet, so entering was easy.

She was about to head out somewhere, but I stopped her.

"Jack?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Olivia," I said. I turned on my hypnosis device as Olivia grabbed her phone to call the cops, but her mental willpower was too weak, and she fell into a trance immediately.

(UPDATE: I will be making another 'Enslaving Celebrity' story soon. However, I would like your help choosing a celebrity. No celebrity is off the table, wheter they're married or not, however I would prefer not to choose someone who is pregnant or has a baby child. The next one I have planned is Kate Beckinsale, so feel free to leave a celeb's name in the comments on who else you want to see in the future. Thanks!)