Chapter 1: The First Horror
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Laura Violetta's sneakers slapped the wet pavement as she walked home from her part-time shift. The city smelled faintly of rain and exhaust. She kept her bag close, her hoodie pulled tight. Tonight, the world felt heavier.
She had paused earlier in the small plaza to glance at a newsstand screen: a young woman, a victim of a crime, had been found dead downtown. The image stayed with her, not because of the brutality, but because of the woman's eyes. They had rolled back slightly, the whites dominating, as if the body had been stripped of its own will. Her posture suggested an eerie, final obedience rather than panic.
Laura shook her head, trying to clear it. "I'm imagining it," she whispered to herself.
But the sensation of being watched prickled her neck. She quickened her pace.
Turning down a quieter street, she spotted movement under the dim light. A figure crouched near the alley, draped in a long coat and mask. Laura froze. Heart hammering, she watched as the figure moved with slow precision, almost guiding someone forward.
Another woman emerged, stumbling slightly, her eyes rolled back, vacant, trance-like. She murmured under her breath: "Yes... yes... obey..." The words repeated, soft, monotone, mechanical. Laura's breath caught in her throat.
Laura didn't see the final act clearly, but the horror sank into her bones. It wasn't just the death; it was the total control. She stumbled backward, away from the alley, and ran, fleeing the image of the white eyes and the chilling, whispered surrender.
She locked her apartment door, collapsed against the frame, and pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to scrub the image from her mind. She only knew it was terrifyingly real.
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Chapter 2: Sharing Secrets and the Warning
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The next morning, Laura couldn't sleep. The memory of the alley kept replaying, sharper each time. She knew she had to tell someone, even if they wouldn't believe her.
By mid-morning, she met her best friend, Mia, at the park. Mia, energetic and curious, immediately noticed Laura's pallor.
“I... I saw something,” Laura said quietly, her voice trembling. “A woman... she was... hypnotized. Her eyes were white. She was obeying someone, repeating words... and she died.”
Mia's smile faltered. "Hypnotized? Laura, are you sure it wasn't just a mugging?"
"I am," Laura insisted, her voice firmer. "There was a masked man. He controls them. It’s real. And... I think he might target someone next. Someone who knows too much."
Mia reached out and held Laura’s hand. “We’ll figure this out. We have to be careful.”
Laura felt a small measure of relief, but it was short-lived. That afternoon, the news updated with another victim—a student from a nearby campus. The description was chillingly familiar: found in a trance-like state, eyes rolled back.
Laura realized the pattern: the killer was choosing victims who were vulnerable and alone.
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Chapter 3: The Doctor of Doubt
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Over the next week, Laura’s parents insisted she seek therapy to cope with the stress of the murders. Laura reluctantly agreed, finding herself in the small, sterile office of Dr. Stephen Hynes—or "Dr. H," as he was known.
Dr. H smiled at her, radiating calm. "You've been through a lot, Laura. How are you coping?"
Laura swallowed, twisting her hands in her lap. "I can't stop thinking about the victims. I feel like I'm watching my memories fade."
Dr. H nodded slowly. "That’s very stressful. But here, you're safe. Just breathe. Focus on my voice."
As he spoke, suggesting simple exercises, asking her to focus on a light, a steady rhythm of breathing, Laura felt herself drift. She told him about the white eyes, the masked figure, and the terrible feeling of obedience she had witnessed.
“Good,” he murmured. “Just let your mind release the weight. Listen only to me. Let the details fade, and remember only what you need. Your mind can forget what you shouldn't hold.”
Laura left the session feeling calmer, but also strangely hollow. She realized the sharp edges of the images she carried—the details of the killer’s coat, the alley’s exact location—had dulled. She had told him everything, and now, pieces were gone.
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Chapter 4: Mia’s Evidence
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Mia was unconvinced by Laura's therapy. “He’s making you forget, Laura. That’s not healing,” Mia argued one afternoon. “We have to find the connection.”
Mia had an idea. “The voice is key. The rhythmic command. If we can record his voice and analyze the cadence, maybe we can figure out the hypnotic frequency.”
Against Laura's frantic protests, Mia secretly placed a small voice recorder in her backpack before her next therapy session.
During the session, Dr. H deepened the trance, making her relax completely. Then he spoke about Mia.
“Your friend, Mia. She creates doubt. She encourages resistance. She is a source of unnecessary stress. Tell me about where she goes alone.”
Laura's conditioned mind answered the question, giving him the details of Mia's short walk home from her late shift.
When the session ended, Laura quickly retrieved the recorder. Later, they played back the audio. Dr. H's voice was calm, measured, and soothing... but in the middle, there was a brief segment of static, followed by a slightly lower, more commanding tone that made Laura’s stomach turn.
"The resistance must be silenced. The anxiety is eliminated. Obey."
Mia’s face was pale. “That rhythm... that’s what I heard in the text message you sent me. It sounds like a command. Laura, the man you saw... is Dr. H.”
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Chapter 5: The Ambush
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The terrifying realization was their undoing. They knew too much, and Dr. H knew they knew.
That evening, as Mia walked home, the fear was palpable. She had the recorder evidence, and she was hurrying to meet Laura. But in the distance, a figure emerged, blending with the dim streetlights. He wore the mask.
“Hello, Mia,” the voice said softly. The cadence was instantly recognizable as Dr. H’s therapy voice, but stripped of all pretense. “I know what you have. I know what you know. Just look at me. Listen to my voice.”
Mia froze. Her heart pounded. She tried to step back, but the rhythmic tone drew her in. Her eyes rolled slightly, the whites showing at the edges.
“Say yes,” he commanded softly.
"Yes," she whispered, the word mechanical. "Yes. Obey."
Laura found Mia moments later. She was frozen, eyes fully white, the hypnotic trance complete. Laura screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late. Mia's body was still. The masked figure had slipped away, leaving only the chilling silence of his victory and the knowledge that Laura was now his only target
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Chapter 6: The Final Confession
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Laura’s breath came in ragged gasps. The masked figure had followed her home, silent as a shadow, confident in his power over her. Her hands shook as she clutched the heavy letter opener she had grabbed from her desk.
“You shouldn't have resisted,” the voice said, smooth and cold. “You’re mine, Laura. You always were. Now, you will obey, and you will forget.”
The figure reached up and slowly, deliberately, removed the featureless mask.
Laura’s heart stopped. Staring back at her, radiating a calm, superior smile, was Dr. Stephen Hynes.
“It’s you,” she choked out. “You were the one who promised safety.”
Dr. H smiled. “I am safety. I eliminate the anxiety. You were ready to confess your life to me, Laura. Now, look at me. Listen only to me.” His voice dropped into the mesmerizing cadence. “Your anxiety is gone. Your doubt is meaningless. Come closer. Obey. You know you want to. Say yes.”
Laura felt the terrifying pull. Her vision narrowed, her pupils dilated, and the subtle white tint started to creep into her eyes. Her will faltered.
“Yes…” she whispered, obedience creeping in.
The Breaking Point
As the trance took hold, Laura focused not on her memories, but on the sound itself—the hypnotic pattern that had killed Mia. She gathered every ounce of conscious will before the trance became absolute, and shattered the rhythm.
Laura screamed a high-pitched, chaotic burst of defiance: “NO! STOP! THIRTY-SEVEN!”
The unexpected noise, the break in his concentration, caused Dr. H to flinch. Laura's eyes snapped clear, her mind violently free from the trance.
Dr. H snarled, his voice raw with rage. “You ruined the pattern! You won’t escape!”
He lunged at her, intending to kill her quickly. Laura acted purely on instinct, kicking him in the chest to create distance. Before he could recover, she drove the letter opener forward, aiming with adrenaline-fueled precision.
He collapsed, the silent killer silenced. The room went still. Laura sank onto her knees, shaking uncontrollably. She had won the physical battle, but the silence was complete.
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Chapter 7: The Silent Aftermath
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The police found Laura hours later, shaking but alive. She recounted everything: the hypnotic patterns, Dr. H's voice, the final confrontation. The recorder Mia had hidden was the definitive proof.
Dr. Hynes was exposed, his victims found, and his system of using hypnotic control to create the "Perfect Confession"—where victims were made to obey and forget—was laid bare.
Laura survived, but her mind remained fundamentally altered. She had killed her manipulator in self-defense, but she had also been utterly betrayed by the core concept of safety.
She would never recover the time lost in his office, or the full memory of Mia’s final moments. She won the battle, but the invisible chains of his rhythmic voice, the terrifying knowledge of her own suggestibility, and the constant fear that someone else might possess the same power, would follow her forever.
She had fought for her mind, and she had survived. But she knew that for the rest of her life, she would listen to every quiet voice,
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every rhythmic sound, waiting for the cadence that demanded: "Obey."
The End.
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and then Add to home screen.