Day II - "Brain-Drained".
"She was such an independent woman. Of course, it didn't really matter in the end. I mean, look where it got her."
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You had barely glanced at the notification popping up in the corner of your monitor before you did a double-take and actually read it. A message from your supervisor to meet in her office when you could spare the time. It was odd--you couldn't really wrap your head around why she would want to see you in particular. You hadn't done anything of note, good or bad, especially around her. And that sort of mediocrity demanded a passive-aggressive group email, at worst. You had just been going through the motions, that was all. Recently, you had been finding it more and more difficult to stay tuned in to your surroundings while you worked--just mindlessly chugging away at your to-do list while totally plugged in to the screen in front of you.
But, you tore yourself away to lift yourself up out of your chair and across the office to the dark oak door which read your supervisor's name. You took a deep, apprehensive breath, and opened the door, poking your head inside.
"Hi, there, honey! Glad you could come by," she chirped. When you had first started working here, you had been a little put-off by her sweetness, her pet names. But after a little while, you had just chalked it up to her slightly older age and the effect of living in the south. At the very least, you guessed that must have been the case from the mild twang that accented every cooing word.
You nodded, quiet, and stepped into the office, closing the door behind you. "...was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Y'know, as a matter of fact," she stood up from behind her heavy wooden desk and crossed the small room in confident strides until you were less than an arm's length apart. She raised a hand, nails always done to perfection and adorned with golden jewelry, and touched her fingertip to your forehead with a light tap. "there is."
It was as though with one instantaneous touch, she had sent a shockwave through your system. Your train of thought screeched to a halt, and you felt yourself slump down a little bit before correcting yourself and shaking your head. You opened your mouth to respond, brow furrowed with confusion and the difficulty that now came with trying to form the words,
and you were met with another tap. This time, your shoulders slumped loosely forward. your head lolling for a moment. It was as though she was reaching directly inside your head, massaging your brain in the perfect way to shut it down in an instant. And the soft smile on her face seemed to indicate she knew it.
"There's just some things I wanna straighten out with you. Make sure you really understand. Oh, you're not in trouble, honey,"
She tapped your forehead again, and your eyes fluttered so intensely against your will that you could no longer make out the world around you. In fleeting moments, it all faded to a hazy black. An inky dimness where no thoughts existed. All noise and light seemed to fade, becoming meaningless background noise to the sound and the touch of the women in front of you.
"So don't you worry your pretty little head about it. That's it," she cooed in that saccharine tone, as you felt yourself sway forward. You sunk limply down into her arms, eyes rolling back as your eyes threatened to slide completely shut. It was as though your body and mind completely shuttered and collapsed under her power. With every gentle touch, more of your mind was blotted out and replaced with her soft, sweet tone.
"Do you think you can do that, sweetheart?" she asked, guiding you quietly across the room before sitting you down in her chair. It was too comfortable for you to do anything but slink down further, head nodding forward and eyes slipping shut. The room itself was too comfortable, too warm and too cozy, for you to do anything but nod and submit to whatever it was she wanted so badly to tell you.
"Good," she murmured, guiding your head into a more emphatic nod. Her hands trailed from your face, down your neck and chest, down your torso. Her touch explored your body while she spoke to you about everything you needed to know. You just nodded and whimpered and submitted, mind completely caving under her ministrations.
"This is exactly what you need, honey. When we're done, you'll be so much happier."
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