"Mm, now that's certainly one way to bypass paying for a gym membership!" My fangs smile, reflecting the moonlight as you relax deeper into the cushions. My index finger trails along your cheek playfully, before closing the Maleficarvm in my hands with a giggle. 

You glance up with glowing, sleepy eyes, watching as my claws gently tap along your head, and your mesmerized focus gradually falls back to the porcelain skin of my exposed leg.

"Ya know sweetie, being a writers' sorta like being a puppeteer…Only far more respectable, but still just as horny-" 

My loving strokes through your hair stop when Beatrice jumps into my lap, crawling up to nuzzle against my inviting chest while gripping me tightly with her legs. 

"Oh! Hello gorgeous! You killed the pizza already?" I laugh wickedly, running my fingers across her fuzzy abdomen. 

"I think she might have gotten some second hand off me." 

When I *snap!* my fingers, your lazy, fluttering eyes quickly shoot wide open, and you reach your hand around the table to give me a napkin, before relaxing back into my leg with a few adoring kisses. 

"Awwwn so pretty...Do you know you're my favorite girl?" I continue smiling wide, using the napkin to clean the pizza sauce from her fangs with a chirpy laugh. 

"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that bellissima mind of yours..." The spider continues to snuggle me, while I gently stroke her twitchy legs. 

Piercing hot flames appear within her eyes, and as I gaze deeply into their hellish warmth, I begin to hear a faint voice screaming in the distance, a skinless arm filling my vision as it reaches up through choking fire…

…

*Ding-Ding!*

"Ah, now that should be the angel wings!" I pass my claws over the grimoire, reaching into my bosom to fish out a twenty which I place between my girlfriend's fangs, the green paper quickly stained with her venom. 

"I'll cue up the next story, remember they're only here to give you some food babe, so no need to be shy." 

The enormous spider happily scampers across my legs, crawling down your shoulder and tummy to race towards the front entrance as quickly as her frantic legs can take her. 

"Ooooohhhhaa..." Your voice moans, while the Maleficarvm flips its pages closed by your unattentive face with a mournful hiss. 

Meanwhile a noxious odor soon takes your senses, briefly interrupting my hold over your mind. 

A ghostly specter rises through the floor, his green chains rattling as he scans you up and down with an unimpressed glare on his ghastly and translucent face. 

"Oh, look. Another lawsuit." He burps your direction, stumbling about as the rest of him floats upwards, some crushed beer cans lodged within his chains. 

"I've read this next one. It sucks too-OW!!" 

"SHUT UP!" He's quickly banished when my heel slams him back into the floor. 

The angry pentagrams in my eyes dissipate quickly as I turn my attention back to you, cupping your face in my hands and locking our eyes with my hypnotic red glow.

"Hehe…Hey, can you believe every network person I meet keeps turning me down? I mean come on, what about this says unmarketable, huh?" 

My gaze continues to transfix your fullest attention, and I smirk when your hand travels up my leg, a bit of mindless drool running down your face. 

"Welcome back to the latest edition of Satanic Celebrity Watch!" Our intimacy is suddenly interrupted when the television flickers back to life with an ominous red glow.

My eyes glare annoyed daggers into the screen, watching the polaroid of myself cackling topless on the upstairs balcony, TMZombie in the lower corner while I shoot the middle finger. 

"This just in - Countess Cara, the Queen of the Night herself was recently spotted flashing her two familiars, all before disappearing in the arms of a mysterious blonde and black haired stranger-"

"Whoa!" I quickly grab the remote, flipping to another channel. 

"Haha...L-Lets just get to the next story, yeah?" My voice nervously stammers, watching a giant squid in a chef's hat dicing up a human torso as I retake the Maleficarvm. 

“Eldritch Chef is filmed before a delicious studio audience…”

"Oof, now I'm starting to get the munchies, too. Hope you saved an empty stomach for this one, because it's called....”

_____________________

Bewitching Cara’s 

FEAST OF THE EYES

...

Lightning crashes and rain strikes against the 

windows, drawing a gasp from me as I clutch the silver candlebrum tighter in my hands with a frightened and unsure glance around the narrow stairway….

The warm flames brightly flicker across my dolled up face, illuminating the glimmer of my soft, pouty lips, a touch of mascara bringing out my piercing blue eyes. My thick and luxurious lashes bat against my cheek as I step backwards, fluttering along with my frightened gaze. 

Above my generous cleavage is the most beautiful necklace, taking the candlelight along with a matching pair of diamond earrings beside my rosy cheeks. 

My hands are sealed away in a pair of sparkly gloves, while my body is dressed in a gorgeous, figure hugging gown, one that offers a welcoming view of my chest, while leaving my right leg completely bare and exposed. 

Dressed up so delicate and fancy like this only served to make the surrounding gothic architecture seem more imposing. By the candle's flickering I stood out like a single rose in deep black Hell. 

Another gasp escapes my glossy lips as I maneuver my heels around what appears to be a master library, a bat-like gargoyle staring me down when I turn a dimly lit corner. 

My hands reach up to fix the curly soft bob my brown mane is cut into, before I set the candlebrum down on a small nearby desk. I nervously play with my earrings before stepping to an open window, brushing away some cobwebs and pulling the glass shut. 

"Well now, I take it the room wasn't to your liking then, Miss Connors?" 

My gloved fingers barely have time to fix the lock before a voice calls out to me, sending a delightful chill up my spine. 

Instantly I spin around, my hand over my generous chest when I'm greeted by the image of a very tall and handsome gentleman, distinguished by his overt mustache and vintage cloak. 

Another crash of lightning brightens the cloudy sky outside behind me, as I release another helpless and feminine gasp. 

"D-Doctor Drowzer!!" My voice exclaims, his gaze burning through my concealing hand as my chest heaves. 

“Quite an impressive beauty you are…But why should you be so dressed up at this hour, I wonder?” He teases, while his eyes travel down to fixate upon my open leg, licking his lips with a devilish grin. 

"I...I thought you would be asleep upstairs!” The rain pats against the window as I press my backside to its cold glass. 

“Have...Have you come down here to...to hypnotize me again...?" 

My body trembles when he just answers by pulling a shiny gold pocket watch from his suit pocket, holding it up so I could see the lighting flashing across its beautiful surface. 

The closer he steps to me, the more I can feel a draw to his arms, a desire to submit and feel him wrap his cloak around me...

"Indeed I have, my lovely. You've quickly become my favorite subject. A pretty young girl, with such an open, suggestible mind." 

He twirls the watch over his finger, continuing to step closer while speaking in a taunting voice that was no less deep and commanding. 

"Don't you mean...your favorite slave?" I give him a slightly defiant glare, but the villain only chuckles at the invitation to extinguish my fiery embers.

"I still remember what you made me do at the bank...How I couldn't stop myself from handing over my inheritance..." 

I growl, but my hypnotist captor only continues to smile with amusement, touching his arm to my open shoulder, and relishing his victory over me. 

"Slave is such an ugly term…I prefer bride to be." 

His fingers touch my diamond necklace, before taking one of my earrings with a smirking laugh, stepping back to openly admire my figure and face, displayed and dolled up to his liking. 

“You only want me for my looks and fortune…You don't truly love me, you villain…I'm just an object to you.” I pout. 

Maybe that was part of my capture...It was hard to be strong and defiant, when I felt so girly and exposed like this. He clearly enjoyed having me dressed to his tastes while I was in his clutches. 

Either way, it was impossible not to feel like a truly helpless damsel in this moment…

“Ah, not an object my dear, but a conquest. A trophy to be earned. A prize to be won. And on that note…”

My heart nearly explodes when he drops the pretty watch inches from my face, so close that my lashes nearly brush against its ticking with every flutter. 

"Follow the watch, my lovely Miss Connors...Your mind belongs to me now...Your eyes cannot look away...Soon…You shall be hypnotized…”

I struggle to look away from the watch, my blue irises frantically dancing around only to rest back onto the swinging glimmer each time. 

“Oh…Someone please…save…me…” No matter how many times I look away, my eyes continuously return to the watch, a desperate groan coming from me as I utterly fail to resist, falling under its sway with a powerless and mesmerized expression.

"C-...Can't look...away..." My voice quietly whimpers out, while my head begins to move back and forth with the watch, totally enraptured by its powerful hold on my docile mind.

"Yesss...You are hypnotized, Miss Connors...I have you weak...powerless...open to my suggestion..."

My eyes open even wider, before relaxing back down into a fluttering storm. I yawn, and nod my face up and down in agreement to his words, now sporting an exhausted look. 

"Yes...Doctor...You have me...powerless..." I get the words out in-between yawns, my breasts nearly spilling from my gown as I slouch forward. 

"Good girl...I have you deeply...helplessly…agreeably…hypnotized..." 

His masculine voice begins to echo, while my heavy eyelids droop about halfway shut, feeling so tired, so unbelievably drowsy. 

An exotic flute playing faintly sounds, just like something a snake charmer would play, and behind me a thick monochrome spiral begins to spin, dancing and swirling around behind my head while my lazy eyes fight to stay open. 

"You....You have me...hypno...tizzed...Ah..." 

My eyes roll up beneath their painted drooping lids for a moment, quickly refocusing on the watch before rolling up again, drawing another helpless groan from me as I succumb to the villain's seductive brainwashing. 

"You are giving in to my power...Giving in to being hypnotized..." The voice sounds like it's coming from within my own thoughts, I can't stop my own mind from thinking his words, or agreeing with everything he says…

“I'm…I'm…giving in…to your power…”

All I'm able to see is the watch slowing down and blurring in my vision, multiple hazy watches dancing across each other as I relent the last bit of my mind to his control. 

"I shall make a fine husband...You must be wed to me…You must be wed to me…” He waves his free hand about the watch, keeping my sleepy attention drawn to its swing, as the flute playing gradually becomes louder and more sinister sounding. 

"Y-Yess...Doctor....You shall make a...a fine...husband…” I'm so lost, so gone. So hypnotized, and his to enjoy. 

“I must…be wed…to you…ohhh…”

*Snap!*

With another blissfully unaware nod my eyes finally close shut, still dancing back and forth in a state of deep rem sleep. My face drops to my chest, and a quiet snore fills the Gothic library.

"Yesss...Give in to me and sleep. Sleeeep..."

His voice commands me, the watch continuing to swing back and forth above a spiral background in my dreams. 

All I want in this moment is to sleep deeper and obey. I feel so honored to be Drowzer's hypnotized subject…Only the luckiest of women get to experience the thrill of relinquishing control to his mental mastery. 

"Yes...Doctor...I must...sleep..." My gloss covered lips soon begin to smile. 

"You're quite the sleeping beauty, aren't you, Miss Connors?...Or should I say...Mrs Drowzer?" 

He laughs evilly while scooping me up in his arms, his dense cloak binding us together in a sexy embrace. 

After stroking my cheek, the villainous doctor moves his lips to mine, and deep within my euphoric trance I can feel the tickling bristles of his mustache as he presses my lips in a fierce, desire fueled kiss…

…

…

A heavy sigh fills the confines of my dimly lit trailer, tossing a few discarded pictures from my demo reel onto the wooden desk before me, while my phone continues to buzz in my hand with endless notifications. 

"I couldn't believe it when I saw the costume promos, you look just like the original!” My friend's soft and chirpy voice continues to chatter away on the other end, while I clip my brown locks up into a small bun, enjoying the nice AC freely kissing my neck.

It's been nearly ten minutes since we cut for lunch, but my heart was still thumping in my chest with frantic, fluttery excitement!

"Alan says we just shot the teaser, I still can't believe this is really happening!" I squeal back to her, rushing across the shag carpeting to a small green sofa. After kicking my sandals away I collapse into its inviting cushions, remaining careful not to damage my costume or smudge my makeup.

"You so have to hook me up as an extra, I've been trying to break into Hollywood for years!" She tells me on the other end, before sighing about how some people just have all the luck. 

My cheeks blush as I look at the framed poster displayed by the entrance, a vintage style drawing of myself in a glamorous dress with outstretched arms and swirly monochrome eyes.. 

'Bride of the Hypnotist! Coming Soon In Stunning Mesmer-Vision!' Reads above my brainwashed face, while my handsome costar swings a pretty watch in the background. 

"Under a powerfully deep sleep, the beautiful Miss Connors (Cara Witching) is vulnerable to the conniving and villainous Doctor Drowzer (Vincent Clarke)." 

I had never met him before casting, but the distinguished actor had been more than acceptable to play the role of my hypnotist. 

Vincent was a fair bit older than me, but nonetheless gorgeous. With his piercing blue eyes, and chiseled, rugged looks, I'm sure he's been making women swoon for decades. It was a joy to relax, and let myself fall to his charms.

Um, for the sake of the movie’s realism, of course…

…Okay, it was for my own enjoyment too. My pussy had nearly exploded during our kissing scene, and I've been having non-stop dreams of him swinging a watch in my face since production began. 

…

I've been trying to become an actress for years now, really only having found success in small budget horror and romance projects, but this definitely felt like my big break, the first real film that actually mattered for my career. 

And just like any hypnosis fan, I've always been deeply in love with the cheesy classic from the 60’s. Bride of the Hypnotist was actually the first time I felt intrigued by hypnosis, and the idea of being hypnotized gradually became more and more appealing to me.  

The way Doctor Drowzer seduced Miss Connors under his spell was powerfully sexy stuff for the time, the filmmakers on the original really knew how to make hypnosis seem like this super enticing thing.

And so I just had to leap at the opportunity to audition for her part in the new remake!

I can still remember when my agent called back with the news I'd been cast…I felt like I'd won the lottery, leaping up and down and terrifying my cat, before fainting onto the carpet when I failed to make it to my bedroom in time. 

I spin on my back, and my feet playfully travel up the wall around a few stuck pictures of my last scream queen role. We continue chatting before I hear my name being called outside, followed by a loud knocking. 

"Oh, hang on sweetie, I think that's Alan, I could be needed on set now." 

My eyes trail inside my open purse on the counter, setting my phone inside beside a closed switchblade. I'd never used a knife outside the kitchen before, but you could never be too careful in LA. 

But when I open my trailer door, the butterflies in my stomach quickly evaporate. 

"Hey Cara! Great scene today, I was just watching some of the dailies with Alan, you do the hypno thing so well!” 

The young man before me gives a smile, the sunlight reflected on his perfectly brushed hair. 

My other costar hadn't been nearly as exciting to work with, unfortunately. Mister Atwood seemed like a nice guy, and he certainly had an impressive resume. But playing the 'hero' who rescues me from being hypnotized wasn't exactly the best impression. 

"Oh...Hey, Kirk." I return his smile, clasping my hands together. I hope that was his name, I know he was in some huge blockbuster last year but it was kind of hard to remember. 

He starts going on to me about our next scene together, something about my jewelry causing a glare with the camera, only I'm not really listening. Instead my attention falls onto a brown paper bag resting beside the front steps, and the grim smell wavering from its confines. 

"So anyway, I was thinking maybe we could go over our lines together at the craft services?" He flicks his eyebrows in a way that makes me want to barf. 

And that sweater he was wearing really made me wonder how the costume department managed to pull off my sexified gown.

"Oh, sorry I uh....I ordered something already." I lift the bag in my fingers, quickly spinning it so the delivery address hides against my leg. 

"That's okay! We could rehearse in my trailer over there by the water tower!"

Geez this guy doesn't give up. What's a girl to do just for some privacy between takes?

"Umm, actually this isn't a good time, I'm on the phone with my...vet." I hug the paper bag to my chest, ignoring the smell and slowly stepping back inside my trailer. 

"It's important, my cat has uh...dementia. We're all very worried for her."

"Oh...Well, maybe we can meet later tonight for a nice-" 

"Sorry Kirk, I'll see you at six thirty for the train scene." 

*Slam!* 

I breathe a sigh of relief, chuckling to myself as I set the bag down beside my purse. 

Oof, something smelled fierce in there, must be some kind of exotic dish. Either that or one severely overcooked venison. 

My smile disappears, and I feel an ominous chill running up my spine…It made for a perfect escape, but something about this bag didn't sit right with me. 

Nervously I spin it around on the counter, watching the oddly printed star design on its flap move in dizzying circles. I didn't remember ordering this at all, and those deep red stains were particularly unsettling....

They couldn't possibly be...blood…? Curiosity gets the better of me, and my fingers slowly pull the bag open…

My heart races while my palms sweat, and I'm able to briefly make out some type of red, leathery meat, before another knock at the door almost gives me a heart attack. 

My hands quickly clasp over my mouth once I yelp, folding the bag closed and calming myself with a dismissive headshake. Oh, what was wrong with me, it was probably just some veal or something gone bad. 

After spending all day on set, I was probably just having trouble switching my brain back to reality, a thought which makes me smile. Only a problem a true artist like me would have. 

...

My frantic heart instantly freezes in place once I'm met with the powerful gaze of Doctor Drowzer himself, standing mere inches from me in my doorway. 

"I didn't mean to startle you, my dear." His face was even more gorgeous without that silly mustache, but even that could barely put a damper on such a masculine presence. 

"Shall I return another time, then?" 

He turns to leave, and I can't stop myself from gripping his broad shoulders tightly. 

"No no! Please, Mister Clarke, I was just lost in the script you see, trying to memorize my new lines." 

I quiet a small, excited gasp when he steps closer, towering above me with such impressive height.

"Ah, damn these rewrites. This production is beneath you, my dear. Beneath us both, but your talents I fear are especially wasted." 

He reaches up to gently massage my bare shoulder, and I release a sigh as my eyelids flutter to the approaching wave. 

"A woman of your caliber should be playing the part of siren or gifted muse, not some hapless damsel." 

“You flatter me with your words, sir." I blush, feeling a bit high from all this sexy attention. 

"But I quite like being a damsel...Sometimes there is an...excitement to being rescued." I can't help but bite my lips while I confess to him, watching his eyes glow. 

"Rescued, my dear? Are you so sure it is the chivalrous knight who wins your fancy, or the luring villain? Perhaps you prefer a man who sees the treasure you are, and the value in holding your leash."

He has to steady me once my legs give out, nearly tumbling over the counter back into my trailer. His powerful grip holds me in place, almost moving me in a sort of dance back to safety. 

"Ooohhh...Was....Was there something I could do for you..Mister Clarke...Ohh..." My eyes cross and roll as he works his charms on me. 

He fixes my hair for me, chuckling while my face blushes and my eyes continue to flutter. 

"I'm afraid you have my lunch there, Miss Cara. I believe the odor is unmistakable." 

Wow, I'd almost forgotten about that, he'd been so good at swooning me the smell of burned meat hadn't even registered anymore. 

"Oh of course, please come in." I invite him inside, closing the door and smoothing out my sparkling gown. The fact we were alone while dressed as our characters was cheeky enough, and I nearly collapse into squeals when he reaches inside his suit to produce a golden pocket watch. 

"I was going to ask if you'd like me to hypnotize you again..." He chuckles, dangling the pretty watch between my eyes, it's face inviting me to stare with a soothing *Tick...Tick...Tick...*

So pretty....So...relaxing...

Can't help...but stare....

Suddenly the watch vanishes, and I shake my head with a confused groan, covering my blushing face as he snatches the watch away. 

"But your reaction says it all." 

I bury my face even deeper into my palm, quickly reassured as he takes it from me with a gentle pat. 

"You wish to be hypnotized for real, don't you Cara?” 

It's so hard not to blush, I want to turn my face elsewhere but his eyes hold me captive. 

“You want to be under my control? And especially...You want to be under the villain’s control, isn't that right my brunette beauty?" 

My heart returns to doing somersaults, and I'm able to respond after a few moments of fanning myself. 

"I...Yes....I want to be hypnotized." I look down while he continues stroking my hand. 

"I like being helpless and...under control..." 

He touches my chin, pulling my focus back into his magnificent eyes, while my face continues to helplessly blush redder and redder. I can't believe I've just admitted that to someone old enough to be my father, but maybe he was already using a bit of hypnosis on me.

"I couldn't think of a better way to unwind after a long and weary production. But first...I'd like to perform a nice suggestibility test on you." 

Slowly he runs his hands up my arms, taking my wrists in a firm but delicate squeeze. He positions them out before me, and I find it impossible to disobey when he commands that I raise my two index fingers. 

"I see this lioness has her claws." His voice both soothes and excites me, as he touches my modest nails, before waving his hand theatrically. 

Slowly he begins to circle around my fingers, and I keep myself intently focused on them. 

"Now my lovely, you are going to find that your fingers are magnetized together. Feel them drawn to each other, wanting to touch, getting stronger...stronger..." 

My eyes wince as I try keeping my fingers apart, but fighting against their pull only seems to make it stronger. 

After a long mental battle of trying to hold my fingers in place, I finally relent to the power of his suggestion, letting them both touch as I admit defeat. 

"Such a wonderfully gifted mind you have, Cara." His hand closes around my captive fingers, squeezing them tightly. 

"Tell me, you do smell the odor from my lunch, yes?" 

I had actually completely forgotten about it now, but since he's mentioned it I'm reminded of the strong smell on my counter, though it doesn't seem quite so invasive anymore.  

Perhaps I'm getting used to it? Regardless, I give him a nod, still feeling a bit jittery from how he'd commanded my fingers like that...I wonder what else he could make them do for me...

"Not to worry, my honest beauty. I'll take care of it.” He reassures me with a squeeze. 

I tilt my head in confusion for a moment, not really sure what he means by that, but soon find myself following his hand once it rises up before me. 

"Now, close your eyes for me. Close those pretty eyes but remain awake, my dear. Awake, and focused on my voice." 

His hand comes down, and I don't even have to think about closing my eyes, I just naturally follow his suggestions with a submissive nod. 

"Good girl. Around your left wrist I'm tying a balloon, Cara. But within your right hand you're now holding a bucket of stones. Feel them sinking down to the floor.”

My left hand slowly begins climbing upwards, while my right struggles not to drop lower. Beneath my closed lids I was rolling my eyes around in the darkness, and enjoying the dreamlike fall that came with. 

"That's it...Don't fight it, my dear...Relax and succumb..."

They roll around faster and faster, I can see myself so perfectly, balloon around my wrist, bucket in my other, totally vulnerable to the hypnotic suggestion. 

"You are falling to me, Cara. The more you fight it, the more your arms give to my commands. Relinquishing yourself to me, my lovely princess of hypnotism.” 

I release a dreamy sigh, feeling like I'm starting to slip away into a nice, relaxing sleep. The darkness fades into a warm image of myself following the hypnotist's words, my left hand now stretching upwards while my right hangs at my side. 

"You're falling under hypnosis, Cara. Falling so deeply under hypnosis. You're going to find that you are now hypnotized and mine when I say the word…SLEEP!" 

Suddenly he brings my raised hand down, and I go limp as I collapse into his waiting chest, falling deeper into dreamy nothing while my voice happily snores…

“Zzzzzzz….”

....

*Snap!*

Soon my eyelids lazily flutter open, my drowsy, heavy eyes rolling around in the harsh light while they struggle not to reclose. 

They feel so impossibly heavy, I don't think I can keep them open for much longer. I was just lost in a wonderful dream where I felt this incredible rush at accepting every word, even if I couldn't quite hear what was being said. 

My lips part wide open, and I groan while my eyelids uncontrollably flicker up and down, wanting to obey my master yet finding the draw of sleep inescapable. 

A golden pocket watch suddenly drops before my exhausted face, and I can do nothing to stop my eyes from following it back and forth. 

"You are mine now, Cara. You are deep in my power." 

The little hands continue their mesmerizing, circular dance, the faint ticking numbing my mind and drawing me into an even sleepier haze. 

"Yes...Doctor..." I can hear my own voice slurring out a meek response without making the effort, sounding robotic and subdued. 

"I am yours now....I am deep...in your...power..." 

Inside my head fills with his chuckling, the watch starting to blur in my vision. 

"You are very sleepy, aren't you, Miss Cara? Very, very sleepy. Your eyes are so heavy, so so heavy." 

"I'm...very sleepy..." My eyes roll up into my head, before quickly refocusing back onto the swinging watch, now seeming to slow down and melt into the surrounding haze. 

"M-My...My eyes...are...*yawn*....h-...heavy..."

"You are drowsy...You are hypnotized..." 

"I am...drowsy...I...*yawn*...mm...I amm... hypnotized...ohh..hypnotized..." 

I can just barely get the words out, losing my sleepy struggle with each passing moment under the watch's sway.

"Yes....You are hypnotized...I shall snap my fingers…And you will dine with me..."

"I am...hypno...tized...*yawn*.....dine…with you…”

*Snap!*

Finally my eyelids glue themselves shut, and my head rolls to the side as I go completely limp, falling helplessly into the villain's waiting arm where he holds me like his captured prize. 

He takes my face to steal a kiss, fixing my hair for me while taking me deeper into his arms. 

"Now my beautiful damsel...Listen closely to my words and obey..."

....

After what feels like a long night of relaxing sleep, I naturally awake feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. My arms stretch, and I give a quiet squeal as I limber back to the waking world. 

"...Wow, I feel amazing!" I wrap Mister Clarke in a tight hug, enjoying how effortlessly soft being in his grasp made me. 

"You were right, hypnosis sessions between takes was a genius idea! I'm totally rested now, just a little....ah...."

His eyebrow raises when my voice trails off, taking my hands within his own. 

"Is everything alright, my dear? You look famished." 

"Yeah...But I think we're due back on set in less than five, and I didn't get a chance to snack on anything thanks to Kirk's yapping on.” 

I blow some of my hair with a frustrated huff, while my stomach releases a hungry growl. 

"Oh, by all means, have a taste of my famous barbecue." He directs his hands to the paper bag beside my purse, and instantly a heavenly aroma fills my nose, smelling just like my grandmother's kitchen used to. 

"A family recipe, I try not to eat between takes myself but we can't have our star actress keeling over from hunger now can we?" 

He takes my shoulders as I reach inside, feeling something warm and sticky. I feel a bit grossed out, until I pull my hand out to find a set of ribs inside. 

"Oh! They're just ribs! Haha!" I laugh, taking a bite out of them. 

They might have to redo my makeup now, but it was worth it. These were delicious, and with a full tummy and a rested mind, I could focus on giving a hypnotized performance for the ages!

"Mmmm these are great! I love dining with you, Master." I manage to get out between bites...

...

"Is it absolutely necessary for me to wear this ridiculous thing?"  That deep, masculine voice was unmistakably sexy. 

Even from my disadvantageous position all the way down here I could feel my heart trembling with even the most mundane words he speaks.

Bound with my arms to my sides, and trapped helplessly in a position that left me totally vulnerable, I can hardly believe I was being paid to do something so fun! The only down side was the slight discomfort in my back, but we'd been rectifying that with a few pillows in between takes. 

On either side of me is a pair of steel lined train tracks, running off-set past one of the cameras, operated by a young man with frizzy hair and thick glasses. 

"It's all about paying homage to the original. Hey, you know anything that diverts from the classic is gonna get torn apart online." 

I squirm around in place, trying my best to move, but the continuity people really had me totally immobilized here. Hopefully there wouldn't be any emergency on set, there's no way I could escape even if I wanted to. 

"Look, it's Cara who's got all the kissing scenes with you so it should be up to her. Hey sweetie?" 

Trying to contain my smile, I tilt my face past the cute sound guy towards a heavyset blonde man with sunglasses, practically invisible compared to the aged and captivating gentleman beside him. 

"What do you think, mustache or no?" 

Honestly I can barely even notice it, his eyes seem to command all of my attention, when he wasn't putting me in my place with his swinging watch. 

"Oh..um...Yeah, sure...Hmm..." It takes me a while to respond, and my voice trails off as I stare up into his face with a dreamy expression. 

"Hey, you sure you're comfortable in there? Fingers, toes, nothings cut off?" The blonde director asks, while leading my handsome costar to stand above me on a taped X. 

"Oh, don't worry about me, Alan. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world!" I reassure him with a chirp, gasping when I notice the pocket watch glimmering in the setlight. 

"Alright Cara, whenever you're ready. Let's pick it up from scene 83, people!" He gives me a smile while waving a folded script around, handing the enticing pocket watch to my villainous captor to use on me. The scene hasn't even begun yet, and I'm already about to faint from excitement!!

Quickly I lean my head back, closing my eyes while I get into character. 

"Marker...Action!"

...

"W-...What..?...Ah!" My voice pitifully cries out with a frightened gasp, as my eyelids slowly fight to reopen themselves. Eventually my blues emerge with a tired groan, lines of exhaustion beneath them. 

Looking down I realize I've been tied to a set of train tracks so tightly I couldn't move at all! A thick leather rope keeps my arms firmly to my sides, while another ties my ankles together!

"...Doctor Drowzer! I should have known you were behind this all along!" I cry out, my watery eyes filling with tears of betrayal. 

Towering over me was none other than the villain, stroking his iconic mustache and looking quite pleased with his victory over me.

"You've been a fun puppet my dear, Miss Connors." He steps around the tracks to circle me, dangling his pocket watch between his fingers and relishing every moment of my defeat.

"But I'm afraid your wealth is fleeting. And so, you now have a train to catch." His voice cackles maniacally, while I just continue to offer what little struggle I can. 

"How could you? S-Someone will come to my rescue, you'll see! My underpaid boyfriend will save me!" 

My shouting is interrupted by a loud train horn, and my heart sinks when the tracks begin to vibrate. 

"Ahhhhhh! Help! Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs, while Drowzer reaches inside of his suit to retrieve a thick roll of duct tape. 

"Help! Please someone-Mmmmffff!!!” My voice soon descends into muffled cries.

The fear in my eyes quickly evaporates once they meet with his beautiful golden pocket watch, easily catching my focus, and pulling me back in no matter how many times I try looking away. 

Even against the shaking metal, I can't help but relax myself. The dancing motions were so soothing to watch, so peaceful to give in and be mindless...

Yes...I want to give in...I want to be hypnotized...

*Ticccckkkkkk....Ticccckkkkkk....Ticccckkkkkk...*

Soon my eyes cease trying to break free, and succumb to the hypnotic swinging.

“Hmmmmmm….”

Beneath the tape my lips begin to smile, while an overwhelming wave of bliss slowly takes over my senses. No longer could I feel the ropes, my skin tingles everywhere and my privates open wide as my eyes naturally follow the watch...

"Sleep. Sleep. You must sleep, Miss Connors. Sleep. Give in to sleep. Close your eyes, give in, and ssleeeep..." His voice hisses like an evil serpent, overpowers the train horn in my mind and becoming all I can hear. 

I nod my head up and down, feeling so happy and content in this moment to surrender my control. There was nothing I could do against such a powerful seduction, only give in and sleep....

"Sweet dreams, Miss Connors. Perhaps I'll trance you again in another life." 

"Mmm..." 

My eyes roll up into my head, and all I can feel is this strong euphoria taking hold over me, while the train horn continues to blare louder and louder....

...

Sigh...What an amazing day on set. 

I mean filming a movie was hard work, don't get me wrong. But on a production like this it was hard not to have fun, especially with this role where I could fully indulge in my submissive and girly side. 

Back in my trailer I was rolling around in bed, clutching a production still in my arms and snuggling it with a big smile on my face. I was still high on today's shoot, everything about this has been a dream come true!

I would be sad to see it end, but also excited for the finished product. I'm sure the performance I've given would be one for the hypno history books, there must be a record set for how many times I went under during this thing!

I can already tell every critical review will probably mention how happy I looked to be in the villains clutches, but oh well. Can you really blame me?

*Bang!-Bang!* 

The sudden loud noise snaps me from my thoughts, and I release the small picture I'd been hugging to sit up on my bed. Mm, I hope that was my favorite costar, here to steal a congratulatory kiss after a long day of shooting. 

Setting the picture down, my eyes trail across a few plates on the countertop filled with piles of chicken bones. I purse my lips, realizing I don't really have any time to tidy up, taking my purse in my hands as I open the door. 

"Hey Cara." 

I make no effort to hide my disappointment at meeting with Kirk's young face, his eyes glaring angry daggers into me while his arms cross over his sweater.

"What do you want, Kirk, I'm getting ready for dinner." I sigh, tapping my foot impatiently. 

Ugh, don't tell me he's about to ask me out again. 

"I just wanted to tell you I don't appreciate how you undercut my big rescue scene with your stupid jokes." He continues to scowl, while I just stifle a laugh. 

“I'm calling the director about reshooting the whole sequence tomorrow morning.”

"Hey, who are you to crap on my improv?!" My fingers grip my purse tightly as I take a defensive posture. 

"Alan said my addition was funny, and helped lighten the scene. Now if you don't mind, you really shouldn't test me when I'm hungry.”

His foot blocks me from closing the door, and I roll my eyes when he starts lecturing me, reaching inside my purse while using my own mouth to mock and mimic his talking.

"Listen bitch, I don't care if you think you're the cute face of this project, I know a lot of people and I can bury your career with one-" 

*Slice!*

He suddenly releases a pained gurgling, and my purse drops to the floor, revealing my blood covered switchblade. 

A river of dark red blood pours from his open neck, completely drenching his sweater as he collapses onto his back, reeling in fear and agony. 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" I bring my switchblade down into his face again and again, leaping on top of him to drown out his screams with my own manic laughter.

His pitiful attempts to stop me are humorous at best, and my cackling only increases as I watch the life drain from his eyes. I take a look at my blade for a moment, before dismissively tossing it over my back like a salt shaker. 

"Mmmmmmmm!!" The taste of blood drives my actions, and my teeth shred his neck open even more, the taste reminding me of perfect southern barbecue....

...

*Click...Click...Click...*

My heels softly tap against the empty studio lot, a full moon in the night sky casting a glimmer in the expensive jewelry across my neck and beside my face. 

"Come to me...Come to me, Miss Cara...You are mine, now..." 

A single voice commands my thoughts, while an inescapable pull draws me to him. In my bloody and torn gown I march to his trailer, arms extended outwards like an obedient sleepwalker. 

In each hand I clutch a blood soaked paper bag, and on my gore covered face was the biggest, dreamiest smile imaginable, lost in the most delicious contentment. 

"I obey...and I dine...with my Master..." 

The door swings open, and my hypnotist invites me inside with a beckoning wave and a growing tent in his pants. 

"I obey...and I dine...with my Master...."

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