Page 14 of Teddy Bear

I listen to his voice, completely contrasted with ice-colored eyes, deep, glass-sharp.

His voice is calm and gentle, warm enough to make you feel at home.

It is quite clear to me why Danny is such a successful hypnotist and psychiatrist. His voice is peace, a homecoming, a refuge for all broken people.

- What would a complete handover of control mean?

I ask, intrigued, with a new cheerfulness in my voice.

Considering I'm already committed to this man with all my heart, and he knows it very well, I'm not sure what kind of control he's talking about.

I think he's just toying with me to see how far I'm willing to go in this little, sick, crazy game of cat and mouse of ours.

Anyway, the box of my mind has long since become too narrow, dark and red-hot, so much so that a fire could break out in it at any moment, so strong that it would burn everything in front of it.

I would do whatever it takes, just to get rid of blind Teddy, my stalker and tormentor, who, like a cruel, all-powerful moral judge, carefully monitors my every move, making me feel like a worthless crawling worm.

Danny's eyebrows furrow into a high arch.

This is the face he makes when he wants to explain something incredibly important to me, hoping to get my maximum attention with his serious grimace.

He forgets that, in his presence, my attention is always fully devoted to him, and that I can hardly take my eyes off his perfect, sharp, and serious face, whose slightest gesture makes my heart flutter.

- The process would be mostly the same. I will bring you to a state of deep trance using the technique of guided hypnosis. The selected music and my voice will guide you to the deepest levels of the subconscious. To be able to go deeper - considering that there is that part where you always experience a "black hole", - a break that prevents you from connecting with the hidden parts of yourself, I will make you completely helpless. I know that may sound scary, but it could actually be very healing for you, Lizzie. In a deep trance state, I would bind your hands and feet and make you completely restrained. No dancing this time, Lizzie. This time I would make all your visions real, so that they break down the blockades that stop you from going deeper into yourself.

I watch him without blinking.

Has Danny completely lost his mind? I guess the days, months, and years of treating mentally ill people finally took their toll on him, and Danny, just like most psychiatrists, finally became as insane as his patients.

Is what he is saying really real?

My heart races for a moment, and I wonder if I understand his words correctly.

Maybe this is all just a figment of my sick brain, desperate for Danny's touch and love.

"In a deep trance state, I would bind your hands and feet and make you completely restrained."

"This time I will make all your visions come true."

My gaze now wanders somewhere far away, to the imaginary cracks I am trying to create on the immaculate white wall. The perfection and sterility of this place almost drive me crazy; the only catch is that I'm already crazy.

Damn it.

Danny knows very well that I am madly in love with him and knows very well the erotic content of my visions. Moreover, countless times he experienced a very abundant and explosive orgasm thanks to them.

Our little game has been going on since he put me in here, in his pinkish, sterile, fucking asylum.

I was his little experiment - I knew very well that he longed for me, and that longing was so far unsuccessfully packaged under the guise of therapeutic purposes.

Danny hypnotized me every week and then watched the morbid dance of my brain through the chambers of my subconscious, dark and dead-end, with mirrors without reflection and corridors without doors and windows, controlling my every movement during the trance and making me submissive and obedient to him - the doctor whose orders I followed without question.

Very funny and appropriate. Perhaps even expected.

I accept the game.

-Okay, tell me more about bounding.

I watch Danny's newfound interest as he looks into the wild glint in my eyes. The thought of completely surrendering to his mercy and grace sounds more than tempting.