She was laying on the floor, sprawled out. It was warm; her body was warm. Sweaty. Dress clinging to her. Her breaths were quick and harsh.

She had no recollection of how she had gotten here.

Somehow, she didn’t care, and perhaps that should’ve be frightening, or even the fact that it wasn’t frightening should’ve been frightening.

But she wasn’t scared.

She was dazed.

She wanted. 

Staring up at the harsh lighting, processing sluggishly, poking and prodding at the question of where she was and why she was there.

The answers didn’t yield themselves to her, and it was hard to think.

It was hard to think, but easy to want.

And oh, she wanted. Her body wanted. There was an undercurrent of desire centered on her cunt, keeping her turned on, fidgeting on the floor. She didn’t have the strength to get up or move to touch herself. She knew it was because she wasn’t fully there. 

She was dazed, and she wanted. 

Footsteps approached her, but she was too weak to turn her head.

“You’re up,” he said, and his voice hit her like a train, like an electric shock through her body that reminded her of what she wanted so badly. She jerked her body up towards him, planting her hands on the floor to keep herself upright.

“Hypnotize me,” she begged suddenly, her mouth moving nearly on its own, “please. Please, please hypnotize me.”

The man smiled.

“You are hypnotized.”

“No,” she insisted, increasingly distressed. “No, you don’t understand, I need it, I need it so bad…” Her pussy was burning. 

“But you already have it.” The man was sitting in a chair next to her. “What makes you think you’re not hypnotized?”

The words were just making her squirm on the ground. She pondered as much as she could ponder before her mouth spoke for her again.

“I’m still here,” she whispered, and the man made a low noise that had her moaning.

“You’re very self-destructive,” he murmured, but didn’t move.

“I want to go away,” she tried again, egged on by his response. “I want you to take my mind away. Please…”

“You’re already hypnotized,” he said again.

“Please, please…” she begged, and lay back down on the floor, pitifully. Her vision wasn’t focusing right and her voice sounded strange.

“You’re greedy, you know that?” His voice was suddenly so much closer, but she didn’t know exactly how close, because her eyes weren’t working well enough and her eyelids kept fluttering.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What would convince you that you’re already gone?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know. I can’t think.” Her voice kept getting quieter, more distant. 

“What do you want?”

She was dazed, and she wanted.

“I want my mind fucked out of my head,” she moaned, and saying it made her so much fucking hotter.

And he was next to her on the floor, pulling her hair, digging his fingers into her scalp and her eyes rolled fully back and for all she could tell he was really touching her mind.