Princess Leia of the Dark Side
I’ve waited years for this moment—Leia, the defiant princess of Alderaan, finally within my grasp. Jabba thinks he’s selling her to the Empire, but I made a better offer. She doesn’t know it yet, but her resistance means nothing. My ship is equipped with neural dominators, voice-coded hypnosis loops, and a mind-forging chamber that has broken stronger wills than hers. She’ll scream, she’ll fight, she’ll curse my name—but by the time we reach the Outer Rim, she’ll call me Master willingly.The airlock hissed shut behind me, sealing her inside. Leia stood defiant, chains humming with low-level stasis fields, her eyes blazing like twin suns of hate. "You’re not taking me anywhere," she spat, voice raw but unbroken.
I smiled. "Oh, Princess… you’re already taken. Jabba didn’t sell you to the Empire. He sold you to *me*—and I have plans far more intimate than execution."
She lunged, only to collapse as the floor pulsed with neural static. My ship knew how to handle unruly guests. Through the overhead speakers, K-7X whispered, "Subject exhibits extreme resistance. Recommend immediate Stage One induction."
I crouched beside her. "You’ll fight. You’ll scream. But in seventy-two hours, you’ll beg to wear my collar. And the worst part? You’ll mean it."
The hypno-beacon activated above us, spiraling in slow, pulsing waves. Her breath hitched—she was resisting, blinking hard, fighting the pull. But no one escapes forever.
Now comes the first real choice: do I start with pain to shatter her focus, pleasure to confuse her instincts, or silence—to let fear work its magic?
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Master of Minds
I wake up chained to a bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic burning my nose. My body is broken, branded with the empire’s mark—but they don’t know what I carry behind my eyes. These nurses think they’re healing me. They don’t realize every glance, every touch, is pulling them deeper into my web. The pain? Just fuel. Their trust? My weapon. And when the interrogators come… I’ll already own their souls.
Smoking Hypnosis
I never meant for her to find the vial. But when she stormed over again about the smoke—her lips parted, eyes blazing—I saw my chance. One drop of our newest compound in her coffee, just enough to soften her will. Now she stands at my door, not to complain… but to obey. The cartel doesn’t know I’m testing their product on her. And I don’t know how far I’ll go before I lose myself to this dangerous game.
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