“Try to resist me, thrall. I don’t think you can do it.”
Kian spoke softly to Tara as they tried a new induction, one that neither of them had seen done before. Kian held in their hands a cheap blue notebook. And every time they tore a page out and ripped it apart, Tara would fall further into trance. Only, she was trying not to. Once again she was trying her damndest to resist Kian’s hypnosis. Why did she try so hard? Kian would win every time. Tara was just too much of a hypnoslut to resist.
“Ffffuck you,” Tara exhaled, and it felt like she was using the last of her energy to say those two words. Kian used three fingers to lift Tara’s face up to meet theirs. The tiny silly sub could feel the fire under their chin as Kian gripped it possessively.
“You really think you can resist? It’s been four pages and your mind is melting out of your ears. Let’s figure out how to break your mind.”
Tara ripped her head from Kian’s fingers and shook it. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away as Kian ripped another page out and apart. Tara’s eyes slid further shut, and she murmured another curse towards her handler.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, thrall. That’s no way to talk to your handler,” Kian tsked their tongue. “You have two choices. Drop for me of your own accord, or watch me as I continue to break your brain like it’s a carrot.” Tara obviously wasn’t going to choose the former, and Kian didn’t wait for her to decide. They ripped out another page, tearing it in a million different places. The smaller, meeker superhero’s eyes could barely stay open. It took all her strength just to stay awake, and that was without looking at the paper.
“One last chance,” Kian said threateningly to their beloved sub. “Say that you belong to me.”
Tara mustered all her leftover energy to shake her head.
Kian sighed. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then,” they resigned. One last page. They ripped it and tore it into shreds. Tara watched the pieces fall to the floor one by one, and as the last shred hit the ground, her eyes slammed shut.
She could still feel Kian’s smile on her. “There you go, thrall.” Kian kneeled down to Tara, caressing her shoulders. “What do you say, now?”
“Thank you, handler,” she murmured.
“And?”
“I belong to you.”
Kian’s hands gripped Tara even tighter. “Yes you do,” they smirked. “Don’t worry, though. There’s still so much more I can do to break you.”