Irresistible
One hundred and forty-four bouts, one hundred and forty-four losses. Claude was livid.
“How do you…?” He spat. “You’re so… tiny!”
Dahlia entered the ring, moving with the elegance of a belly dancer. Every move was hypnotic.
“I’m also irresistible.”
He never saw the punch.
One hundred and forty-five bouts, one hundred and forty-five losses.
While I really don’t like boxing, there’s often a certain elegance to the way players move about in the ring, and if one focuses on those movements alone and not the pain, bruises, and blood of heavy contact, it’s easy to become mesmerized by the show. This is even more evident in women. Their bodies are weapons of mass hypnosis one simply can’t resist, don’t you agree?
More Powerful
The shackled man screamed at the top of his lungs.
“You can’t do this! I’m fucking Lucifer Morningstar!”
“Yeah, yeah, the big bad Mr. Devil himself.” The platinum-haired woman in front of him laughed. “So what? I’m more powerful than you’ll ever be.”
“No mortal is more powerful than me!”
“Except a Hypnodomme…”
Lucifer gulped.
A humorous little impromptu that came to me out of the blue. I love supernatural stuff so why not play with it a bit more? Once, I wrote the devil was pussy-whipped. Now, his mind will be, too.
What She Needs…
“Honey, I need a new purse,” Amber said.
“But you already have hundreds!” Harrison complained.
“You’re not listening. I said I need a new purse and what I need…” She cooed.
“… you get.” He completed, mental conditioning kicking in once more.
“Exactly.” She smiled.
That day, she also needed new boots, cuffs, and a strapon.
Another impromptu, one I may actually develop into a longer piece (flash fiction) at least. I do have some additional ideas for it but enough time to put them down into words today so I’ll just have to jot them down so I don’t forget. Would you enjoy being programmed this way? Yes, or yes?
The New Hit
Brianna Sinclair a.k.a. MissHypnotix’s new song was on.
“She’s great!” Sarah exclaimed.
“Bah,” Alec mumbled. “Overproduced shit. She must suck live.”
“Let’s go to a concert then!”
A month later…
“You were right. She’s awesome!” He said, eyes glazed.
“A true Goddess…” Sarah nodded.
Both drooled all the way home, new slaves in the making.
I love music but mostly instrumental stuff, especially if it’s not overblown. Today, I had the misfortune of turning the radio on and got blasted by a series of egregious sounds that had no right to be assembled together let alone be called a smashing hit. I didn’t catch the name of the singer but the impression remained for a bit so I guess it did its trick.
This piece was written with that in mind after yet another long, writing Sunday. My fingers are a bit cramped at the moment and editing all that is sure going to take a while but better than the alternative. No more updates on the site today because I’m really at my limit here so…