Control | Mind

Elara stood up. Her back was straight, her eyes clear and vacant. The vibration in her skull had stopped.

Elara stared at the glass of amber liquid on the mahogany desk. She didn't want to drink it. She knew, with a flickering spark of terror, that the liquid was the anchor. Once it was inside her, the Voice wouldn't just be a suggestion; it would be the architect of her reality. mind control

"Drink," the Voice said. It wasn't a sound. It was a thought that arrived with the weight of a stone falling into a deep well. Elara stood up

She felt nothing at all. And it was the most peaceful thing she had ever known. Elara stared at the glass of amber liquid

I am the order in your chaos, the Voice replied. It felt like a warm blanket being pulled over a shivering child. Think of the peace. No more regret. No more 'what ifs.' Just the next step. Always the correct step.