[→] You weren't even sure how long it took, but it had to have been a while: when she brought you back, the paint was already dry.

It was the happiest you'd seen her over one of her paintings in a long, long while~

[→] That trigger flicked a switch in your head. Suddenly, you were frozen, unthinking. Your body and mind both refused to move, as she smirked pridefully. "That's better,"

She returned to her work, taking her time as she plotted out every highlight and shadow of your form. [→]

[→] She asked if she could paint you; you accepted. Minute after minute, you stayed as motionless as you could, as her brush moved methodically. You started to wear down, shifting slightly. She tsked at you.

Suddenly, with her other hand, she snapped.
"𝗕𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹."
[→]

[→] start playing subliminals for you, along with her own voice. You were none the wiser, as you were subconsciously conditioned night after night, her words slipping effortlessly into your psyche.

One day, like any other, it was finally time to put her plan into action.
[→]

[→] Try as you might, you would almost always end up fidgeting, unable to stay still for such a long time. She'd jokingly chastise you for moving, but, obviously you couldn't help it, right?

Unbeknownst to you, she had a plan.

When she was sure you were asleep, she would [→]

[→] She loves painting things she finds special. From more grand things, like gorgeous sunsets and landscapes, to more personal things... like you, of course~

Every now and then, she would ask you to model for her latest work. You'd oblige, of course, but it wasn't easy. [→]

Ofc it autocorrected catalepsy bruh

Bold of you to think I didnt already think that B3

...okay but are they comfy??

I need one that gives starlight shards + small pouch

[→] Sometimes you notice too late, unable to pull yourself away. You just end up relaxing... until you're waking a while later, wiping the drool from your mouth.

...well, at least you can be sure of its quality firsthand~!

[→] What makes it even more time consuming is needing to proofread it!

Sometimes it's easy to lose track of time, and find yourself drifting. To go from looking for places to improve, or scouting for errors, to simply following along with what you're reading. [→]

[→] Everyone loved it, and so you loved it too.

Even on the way home, your friends were still praising the show. Praising *you*.

You made a mental note to yourself. Next time such a show was happening nearby, you'd be the one to bring up the idea of going~

[→] You'd wanted to see fools be made onstage, and you certainly would see one tonight: yourself. The rest of the show was spent proving your suggestibility, having you follow all manner of commands with vacant-headed precision, eager to entertain your audience. [→]

[→] "Well, obviously I'm in love with hypnosis, since being hypnotized is so great. Who wouldn't be...?" you responded candidly.

You weren't sure why everyone was clapping for such a banal answer, but you'd take it. It made you feel kind of warm and fuzzy inside..~ [→]

[→] clearly meant to you... and luckily for you, the hypnotist had chosen you!

Soon you were seated up on stage. In preparation for the show, they had asked you your opinion on hypnosis.

And, that's where you were now. With a whole audience hanging on your answer. [→]

[→] their chance with something like that? Either way, you gladly tagged along, eager at the thought of being dropped deep onstage.

When they called upon someone from the audience, you were dying for it to be you. Your friends had pointed you out, knowing how much it [→]