I woke up, head spinning.

 

It was quite the cliche, really. Waking up from being drugged, finding myself strapped down, naked, in a strange place.

 

What a snore.

 

My kidnapper sat looking at his phone, waiting for the drugs to wear off and for me to wake up. I blinked my eyes exaggeratedly a few times. Pretended to struggle a bit in my bonds. Nothing. No reaction.

 

Okay, I guess it was time to be the hapless, helpless victim.

 

"Wh-where am I? Who are you?"

 

Finally, he looked up. It took all of my self-control not to roll my eyes at him. I did my best to put on a good show, struggling against the straps, cowering timidly, that sort of thing. I was even able to produce a few tears; such a shame my mascara was waterproof. Meanwhile, he went on and on and on about how I'd be just fine as long as I obeyed him, how none of this was about me anyway, how he only took me because I had the audacity to walk alone at night and he needed someone to use as bait for his superhero nemesis, blah blah blah.

 

Get on with it, already. What was with these supervillains and their goddamn monologuing?

 

"And so as I said; no harm will come to you as long as you obey. I will, however, need to program you a little for the trap to be complete. I am genuinely sorry to get you caught up in all this superpower business, my dear."

 

Mmmmmhm.

 

"So I'm going to need you to stare deep into my eyes. That's it, that's a good girl..."

 

Here we go.

 

I stared deeply into his eyes. And he stared deeply back into mine.

 

"You have very nice eyes," I said, continuing to stare, holding his gaze as he held mine. He grunted, not wanting to engage in conversation and keep himself on track, I guess. Too bad. "You know, I've always been told that I have very striking eyes. Just a hint bluer than you might normally see." I knew I needed to be quick, before he figured out what I was doing and gagged me or something, but the way his eyes were starting to twitch told me I was on the right track.

 

"It's hard to get someone to stare into your eyes without staring back, isn't it? Yours are such a lovely, rich hazel. Some people have told me that gazing into my eyes, on the other hand, is like looking out at the ocean on a clear summer's day... do you like them?"

 

Seemingly startled by the question, he answered "Yes..." automatically. Before he could collect himself and reset his focus, I continued on.

 

"It's nice to get lost in my eyes, isn't it?"

 

"Yes..."

 

"That's right, just like that. Fall deep into my eyes. Just like you wanted me to do. But that's not fair, if I get to have all the fun? And you deserve to feel good, don't you?"

 

"Yes..."

 

"That's right. Getting lost in my eyes feels good, doesn't it? And doing what I say feels really nice, doesn't it?"

 

"Yes..."

 

"Yes, Miss," I corrected.

 

"Yes Miss."

 

"Very good," I purred. "And it would feel really nice to undo these straps and get me my clothes, wouldn't it?"

 

"Yes Miss."

 

"Good boy."