“Just tell me what happened, Emma,” the policewoman said.

A deep breath. “I’m not sure… I was… when I suddenly realised what was happening, I was wearing a corset, high heels, crotchless panties, I was somewhere I didn’t recognise, and I didn’t know why.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. I mean… not then. But there was… moaning. So I went to see what was going on, and…”

“What did you see?”

“My best friend… going down on a guy.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know… he was important, somehow.”

“Do you remember him at all?”

“He was… hot.”

“Alright. What about him was hot?”

“Nothing. Average everything.”

“Still hot?”

“I think so.”

“Not enough, I’m afraid. Any more?”

“I don’t know?”

“Height?”

“Normal?”

“Hair?”

“Brown? Scruffy.”

“Eyes?”

Silence.

“Do you remember his eyes, Emma?”

“I couldn’t see them, but…”

“But?”

“But… yes.”

“Describe them.”

“Um…”

“Colour?”

“Blue,” Emma sighed.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen them.”

“Up close?”

“Yes…”

“What kind of blue?”

“So clear. So vivid.”

“Easy to get lost in.”

“Yes,” she said, faintly.

“You did.”

“Yes.”

“You sank so deep.”

“So deep…”

“You let yourself sink.”

“Um.”

“Didn’t you?”

Emma swallowed. “Yes.”

“You were hypnotised.”

“I was hypnotised.”

“You are hypnotised.”

“I am hypnotised.”

“You will come with me to the master.”

“I will come with you to the Master.”