Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Housekeeper - Chapter 19 (Part 2 of 2)

The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer

Chapter 19 (Part 2 of 2)

Janice coaxed him down into a semi-deep hypnotic trance once again.  She had only done it this way as a precaution.  Once he was deep enough… which was not nearly as deep as she could have taken him, she left him to sit in his chair and simply rest for a few minutes until she returned.  She went to her bedroom where she retrieved her notebook… and his dog collar and the remote control for the shocking device.  Back in the kitchen, she handed him his collar and had him put it on.  Then, she woke him up – completely.
Roger blinked a few times.  She had done it to him again… sent him into that quick hypnotic trance.  He fully remembered her handing him the dog collar and buckling it around his own neck.  But he found it strange that he was once again fully awake.  What new demented game was she about to play now?
Janice gave him a few minutes to collect his wits.  She sipped at her coffee until she was sure he was fully awake and cognizant.  Then she picked up the remote control for his collar and checked the time on the clock.  “Push your chair back further from the table,” she instructed.
Roger’s eyes went wide at hearing that because he was now sure she was going to do another training session with him.  And after hearing what she had just told him, he was more fearful of it than ever.  But he had barely gotten those thoughts through his brain before her finger hit the button and he was wracked with pain because he hadn’t moved fast enough.
“Push your chair back!” Janice ordered again.
This time, Roger was quick to push his chair away from the table. 
“Stand up!” Janice ordered, before pushing the button to give him just a minor shock for not being fast enough.  “Sit down!”  Over and over again she worked on him.  Over and over she gave the same simple commands.  Stand up. Sit down.  Raise your right arm.  Raise your left arm.  Lower your right arm.  Raise your left leg.  Lower your left arm.  Lower your left leg.  Sit down.  Over, and over, and over again.  Her instructions coming faster and faster.  “Don’t try to think.  You don’t have time to think.  My will is your will.  Let yourself react to my will alone.”
She watched him carefully as she worked with him.  But unlike other times, this time she never used the commands to sleep and obey to help sink him into a trance faster.  It was important now to not use that command.  She was going to need to do more with him tonight than she had done in the past, and the raw brainwashing technique she was using was a much stronger method than the simple hypnotic suggestions.  And when he was finally under her control again, she stopped and checked the clock.  It had taken nearly twenty five minutes… and this wasn’t the first time she had done this with him… by a long shot!  He did indeed have a very strong mind.  “Wake up, Mr. Brinkley,” she said, “Wake up fully.”
Roger’s head was still going around as he climbed his way to full consciousness again.  He as fully aware of everything.  She had done nothing more than to bring him under her control again.  As far as he could remember, she hadn’t even reinforced any of the commands she had given him before… not even to put him under with just her words to sleep and obey. 
Janice watched him carefully as he came around.  She picked up the coffee pot and poured a tiny bit of fresh coffee into his cup.  “Have a sip,” she suggested.  She was glad to see how fast he picked the cup up and drank from it… before putting it down on the table again.  And when she was sure that he was completely recovered, she started all over again.  “Stand up!  Sit down!  Raise your left arm.  Raise your right arm.”  All over again from the beginning, and again not once did she use the commands to sleep and obey to make him go under faster. 
Two minutes into this go-around with him, Janice heard the front door opening and Carol calling, “Momma?”  But she couldn’t stop what she was doing.  She kept right on issuing the commands as fast as she could.  When Carol came, wide-eyed, into the kitchen, she only paused long enough to put her finger to her lips to urge her daughter to remain totally silent. 
It took less time this time, just over eighteen minutes, but that was still way too long – by a lot!  But the problem was, that even doing it once was now dangerous toward affecting his mind so that it would possibly show more impairment when he went back to work next week.  And tonight she had done it not only once, but twice!  With most of her victims, she usually got them down to ten minutes in the first weekend.  But Roger wasn’t like most of her victims.  She had taken over his life as nothing more than a last resort toward a greater end.  And because of that, she definitely needed him to remain normal... or at least somewhat normal.  Mentally anyway.  But eighteen minutes!  She was tempted to do it again, but even as tired as she was, she knew better.
Now that he was under again, she began reinforcing every single command that she had given him before.  She reinforced his prime directive to always protect her and Carol.  She reinforced the grey wall keeping him away from all ability to not do as she wanted.  She reinforced the cold that would invade his privates any time a pretty woman crossed his path.  And she especially made sure to reinforce the commands to sleep and obey… that would immediately sink him into a hypnotic trance any time she needed it. 
So far, she had added nothing new to what she had already put into his brain.  But now it was time for her to move on.  Now it was time to address the real reason she was doing this with him tonight.  She looked briefly over at Carol before she began.  Her daughter was sitting at the table now, watching everything raptly.  Well, she supposed she would. 
She picked up her notebook before sitting down at the table.  This was going to take a while.  “Mr. Brinkley,” she began.  “I want you to think of your mind as one big filing cabinet.  A cabinet with many drawers.  A cabinet where all those drawers are totally open so you can access what’s in them.”  She paused for a moment to let that fully register with him.  “Now we’re going to add a new drawer to your system, and we’re going to put it somewhere at the bottom in an out of the way place.  I want you to picture that new drawer as being completely closed right now, but you know that because it’s a new drawer, it will be totally empty since we haven’t put anything into it yet.”  Again she paused to let it all sink in.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley, we’re going to put a label on the front of that new drawer.  And the label will say, ‘Boots the Dog.’  Do you have that, Mr. Brinkley?  Do you see a label like that on the front of that drawer?”
“Yes,” Roger said, with a slight nod of his head.
“Very good,” Janice continued.  “Now we need to fill that new drawer.  Open the drawer labeled ‘Boots the dog,’ Mr. Brinkley, and we will begin putting things into it for you. 
Inside Roger’s mind, he could see the new drawer opening revealing a blank interior.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley, whenever I say, ‘It’s time for Boots the dog,’ you open this drawer and you will immediately become a dog named Boots.  You will have no choice in the matter.  You will not even consider that there ever was a choice.  As soon as I say those words… ‘It’s time for Boots the dog,’ you will only know that you are a dog.  As your body becomes Boots the dog, you will immediately remove every bit of your clothing.  Dogs don’t wear clothing.  You will not be able to stand the feel of clothing on your body unless someone puts it on you… after you become Boots the dog.”
Janice paused to consult her notebook.  “Stand up, Mr. Brinkley,” she instructed, and watched as he immediately rose to his feet.  She got up and went over to him.  “Hold your right hand out toward me.”  Roger’s arm immediately came up with his hand held out toward her.  She grabbed it and turned his palm so it was facing down.  “Curl your fingers under,” she commanded.  When he had done that, she took his thumb and pressed it alongside of his hand.  “Now put your left hand in this position too,” she told him.  She watched as his left arm came up with his fingers already in the required position.  “Now get down on the floor on all fours.”  As soon as Roger was down like she wanted him to be, she got down as well and closely examined his hands.  “Very good, Mr. Brinkley,” she told him.  “Whenever you become Boots the dog, as soon as you have removed all your clothing, your hands will immediately assume this position.  Your fingers will not just glue themselves together, but each hand will become fused together into one inseparable paw.  Your paws!  Since dogs do not have hands, you will have paws instead.  And you will never even think of trying to open your paws into a hand again.”
She left him in that position on the floor as she got to her feet and went back to her seat at the table… where she again consulted her notebook.  She looked back down at him… now on all fours on the floor.  “Mr. Brinkley, as soon as you become Boots the dog, with the exception of a few key words, you will immediately be unable to understand any human speech.  Human words will have no meaning to you at all – other than the few commands I will tell you.  You will be able to learn other commands after you become Boots the dog, but those commands will have to be taught to you. 
The words you will be able to understand will be these.  Stand… in which case you will assume the standing position you are in right now.  There is no other way you will be capable of standing.  Standing on two legs like a human will not only be impossible, you will never even think to try it.  Dogs do not stand on two legs, they stand as you are now.  And whenever you stand like that, just as happens when you are a human, you will again notice that your impenetrable wall will continue to grow thicker and thicker, holding all your will to do other than what I say on the other side. 
The next word you will be able to understand is to sit.  Do it now, Mr. Brinkley.  Sit like a dog… like a good dog… with your paws still on the ground in front of you.”  She watched as Roger lowered his backside down to rest on the backs of his legs.  His front “paws” remained on the floor in front of him.  “Very good, Mr. Brinkley.  And just as when you stand, when you sit, you will also notice your impenetrable wall growing that tiny bit thicker and thicker.”
She quickly consulted her notebook again before continuing.  “The other commands you will be able to understand are to lay down, to come when you are called, and to speak.  Whenever you are commanded to speak, you will of course bark like a dog.  All human speech will be impossible for you as Boots the dog.  The only sounds you will be capable of making will be dog sounds and dog sounds only.  But then, even understanding human speech will be impossible for you anyway, so you will have no need of any other sounds.  From time to time, either Carol or myself may train you to understand other commands.  But you will learn those commands gradually… as any other dog would since your intelligence will be completely diminished to that of a dog and nothing but a dog.”
She consulted her notebook again.  “As I said, Mr. Brinkley, other than those few command words I just gave you, you will no longer be able to understand human speech.  But there will be with one additional exception.  “Whenever I say the words, ‘Bonjour Boots,’ you will immediately be fully able to understand all human speech.  You will be incapable of making any human sounds yourself, but you will be fully able to understand what is being said.  But as soon as I say, Au revoir Boots,’ human speech will again become incomprehensible to you.”
She looked at her notebook again and her finger found the next item on her list.  “Just as with human speech being incomprehensible, you will no longer have any concept of numbers at all.  Counting will not only be impossible, you will not even be able to consider it.  You will be able to realize that something is there, and if there is more of that something, then there will simply be more.”
Her finger on her notes moved slightly down the page.  Then she looked over at the wide-eyed look on Carol’s face and smiled briefly before turning her attention back to Roger, still “sitting” on the floor like a dog.  “Mr. Brinkley,” she said, “as a dog, you will pay far more attention to your sense of smell than you ever have before.  Your sense of smell will become one of your primary senses.  You will actively smell everything you can, including your own pee and feces.” 
She returned her attention to her notebook where her finger moved slightly again.
“Mr. Brinkley, whenever you are Boots the dog, you will be the perfect loving companion for both Carol and myself.  You will play happily like a dog whenever anyone wants you to and you will crave being petted like any good dog.  You will eat, drink, sleep, pee, and defecate like a dog.  All of your interests will be limited to the interests of a dog… and nothing else.  Nothing else will even be comprehensible to you.  Basically, you will be a dog in every way possible.”
One more time she checked her notes before continuing. 
“Whenever you are Boots the dog, Mr. Brinkley, You will act like a dog in all ways, and you will think like a dog in all ways.  There will be one exception to that.  At all times, Mr. Brinkley, a small pocket in your mind will constantly remember that you were once human.  You will be completely unable to remember anything useful about your old human life, but you will constantly compare the life you have as a dog with the life you used to have as a human.  But no matter how much you may yearn for your old life, you will know that you can never have it.  You will only know that you are now a dog and will always be a dog.  Since you are no longer human, you can no longer be human.  You can and will be only a dog.  But the memories of being human will remain… and you will constantly compare your dog life with your old human life.”
Her finger moved down the page one final time.  She looked briefly over at Carol.  “Almost done, dear.”  Then she turned her attention back to Roger.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley.  Remember that filing cabinet drawer?  All these instructions I have just given to you are now in that drawer – and nowhere else.  Once that drawer is closed, you will have no knowledge of those instructions at all.  You will remember nothing at all of the instructions for Boots the dog.  It will be as if they don’t exist.  They will only exist should you hear the phrase, ‘It’s time for Boots the dog.’  At that time, that cabinet drawer will open… and whenever that cabinet drawer opens, all of the other drawers that your mind can access now will close and lock tightly.  As Boots the dog, you will only have access to what Boots the dog needs to know and nothing else.”
She paused one final time before continuing.  “Mr. Brinkley, after you have spent some  time as Boots the dog, should someone decide that you may become human again, only someone speaking the words, ‘It’s time for Boots to be human,’ can return you again to a human being.  As soon as you hear those words, ‘It’s time for Boots to be human,’ you will immediately stop being a dog.  You will be able to open your hands into human hands and use them that way.  You will in all ways return fully to your life as a human being.  But you will still remember your life as Boots the dog so that you can fully appreciate what being a human being means.”
She looked down at him, still sitting the same way… like a dog... on the floor.  “We are done with putting instructions into that cabinet drawer now, Mr. Brinkley.  In a moment, we will close that drawer. After that, every time that drawer opens, all the other drawers will close and lock shut.  When the Boots the dog drawer closes, all the other drawers will open fully again.  You will either be able to be fully human, or you will be able to be Boots the dog.  There will be no in-between.”
She stood up from her seat at the table.  “Stand up now, Mr. Brinkley.  Stand as a human.”  She waited as Roger immediately got to his feet.  “Close that drawer in your mind now, Mr. Brinkley.  Close the drawer that is labeled, ‘Boots the dog.’”  She waited only a moment for the look on his face to change somewhat.
Finally, with him still deeply in his trance, she said.  “When you go into your room in a few minutes, close the door.  Remove all of your clothing except the shoes on your feet, and go to sleep.  There is no need for you to be bound or chained tonight.  There is no need for you to polish your boots or your shoes.  Get naked except for your shoes and then make yourself as comfortable as you can.  Go to the bathroom first if you wish, then enjoy a good night’s sleep for once, and sleep deeply and well.  Tomorrow when you awake, your mind will be completely clear and you will feel happy and well rested.”  She walked over to him and removed his collar herself.  “Go to your room now, Mr. Brinkley, and have a very good night.”
Carol watched Roger immediately leaving the room.  As soon as he was completely out of sight, she could no longer wait to ask.  “Momma, what was that all about?  Are you planning on turning him completely into a dog now?”
Janice shook her head.  “Only if I have to dear.  Only if I have to.  And even then, hopefully, it will only be for a short time to scare him into doing what I want.”
“But Momma, why can’t you just hypnotize him into doing what you want?”
Janice had to consider how best to answer that one.  “Because what I want him to do is going to require his complete cooperation and commitment.  And, because what we’re doing to him now has nothing to do with anything he’s ever done in the past.  We’ve invaded his home and his life and we’re stealing both.  In this one thing, I think it’s only fair that we let him decide which way his life is going to go.  But, in the end, I will do what I have to do.  And should the situation require it…”  She said nothing more on the subject. 
She went over and hugged her daughter.  “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah.  We just hung out.  Momma, can we invite Shelly here some time?  I mean, I always go there.  Is there some way we can let her come here once in a while too?”
Janice looked at her.  “Not quite yet, dear.  Let’s wait and see.  I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something though… eventually.” 
Janice yawned.  “Oh dear, it really has been a long day for me.  I think I’m going to bed.  Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for us.  Our new bedroom furniture is coming tomorrow.”
Carol brightened visibly.  “That’s going to be great!” she replied.
“Yes it will,” Janice agreed.  She kissed her daughter.  “Goodnight, dear,” she said before heading off toward her bedroom.  Yes, tomorrow would be a busy day.  The old bedroom furniture had to get hauled away.  The new bedroom furniture had to be delivered.  And Roger Brinkley had to be told what she had decided on for his future.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Vacation and The Housekeeper - Chapter 19 (Part 1 of 2)

Hey All,

First I’d like to say a very big thank you to all of you who have stayed with me and been enjoying my writing.  I really appreciate it!!!

Later today, I’ll be leaving on vacation.  Which means that there will be no story updates all next week.  Things will resume just as soon as I get back. 

Sometime shortly after I return from my vacation, I’m going to have another story available for anyone who’s interested.  I’ll let you know about it more later.

In the meantime, go try and have a little fun.  Enjoy yourselves!

The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer

Chapter 19 (Part 1 of 2)

It was nearly dinner time, but Roger was sitting at the table drinking coffee, while Janice was carefully going over the estimate he had prepared for Elaine and Frank Whittaker.  Since Janice had gotten home a little while ago, she had made no move toward preparing anything to eat.  Carol had taken off with his car earlier in the day to visit her friends, and Roger hadn’t seen or heard from her since.  Having the house to himself all day, with nothing to do, had been a wonderful experience.  He had spent much of it taking the strain off of his aching feet by napping on the couch.  If only Janice would let him sleep on the couch like that every night… minus the stupid shoes of course.
“Once again this appears to be remarkably complete,” Janice commented as she looked through his materials list that was on a separate sheet than the one the Whittakers would get. 
“Thank you,” Roger replied.
“I’m only concerned that our estimate may come in higher than whatever other estimates Mrs. Whittaker may receive.”
“I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about there,” Roger replied.  “I work alone.  Anyone else will have a crew of at least three or four guys that have to be paid.  And since I’m not a licensed contractor, the rates I used for my fees aren’t as high as what the others would charge.”
Janice nodded.  “But are your rates high enough then?”
Roger considered that.  “I have no way of knowing.  I think they’re… fair.  Especially since this little business is just getting started.”
Janice nodded.  “Sounds good,” she said as she dropped the paperwork on the table.  She was tired.  It has been a very long day and a lot of driving.  And now she had this new task to think about that she had taken from Susan Wu.  An interesting… but troubling task.  Still, it could possibly prove to be very lucrative, and it wasn’t all that much different than things she had done many times in the past. 
She watched as Roger took another sip from his coffee.  “Mr. Brinkley, I’m very tired.  I’m tired and I have a lot I still need to accomplish tonight.  Since Carol is having dinner with her friend, and since I’m too tired to cook, I’d like you to go get dinner for us.”  She smiled.  “Even though Carol isn’t here, Burger King or anything else you may like will be fine.  You can simply get me some form of chicken.  Don’t bother getting me anything to drink, I’ll make coffee.  Get yourself anything you like, just bring it all back here to eat.”
Roger was surprised.  “You want me to go get dinner?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?” Janice asked with more than a bit of irritation.
“Sure,” Roger replied quickly.  “No problem.”  He quickly got up from the table and realized something.  “Uh… Mrs. Stokley, is there any chance I can take these shoes off before I go?  I don’t think I can drive in them.”
“Learn, Mr. Brinkley!” Janice ordered in no uncertain terms.  The way she was feeling just then, even a little complaining about anything was the last thing she needed.
“Uh… sorry, Mrs. Stokley,” Roger said quickly, before hurrying away as fast as his heels would let him.
For some unknown reason, Roger found that going down a flight of stairs was much more difficult in high heels than going up the steps.  Fortunately, there were only a few steps leading down from the kitchen to the garage.  He got into the new Cadillac and was immediately aware of how different the heels on his feet were for working the pedals.  He had to experiment a bit before he even tried to start the car.  But having little choice, he was soon slowly backing out of the garage… very much aware of how difficult it was going to be to press the gas pedal very far in order to get any kind of decent speed out of the car.  He was two minutes out of his driveway before he figured out that he had to put the overly high heel to the side of the gas pedal.  Things went much easier after that. 

Janice sat at the table and stared blankly at the papers in front of her.  Most likely, she would deliver the estimate to the Whittakers herself… tomorrow if she had the time.  She really was a bit weary, but that was just from all the driving she had done.  It had been a strange day.  On the trip home, she had tried to think about the task Susan Wu had given her… but without studying the folder Susan had given her first, she didn’t have enough information to even start planning what she needed to do. 
But as much as she wanted to think about that, her mind instead kept going back to Roger… and his little carpentry business.  And on the way home, she had come up with a wonderful idea for his business card.  Of course, he wouldn’t like it very much… yet.  But she had a feeling that it would work out quite well for him in the long-run.
But tonight, as she had told him earlier, she had a lot to do.  And all of it concerned him.  She had already spent a lot of time planning and making notes on what needed to happen.  And she needed to start it tonight.  Unfortunately.  Time could no longer be wasted. 

Roger pulled into the garage and pushed the button to close the door behind him.  He had gone to Burger King as she suggested… mostly because he could just go through the drive-thru and not have to worry about anyone seeing the silly heels on his feet.  He grabbed the bag of food and carried it into the house… where Janice was still sitting at the kitchen table.
“That didn’t take long,” Janice noted as he came in and set the bag on the table for her.
“There were no cars ahead of me, so I didn’t have to wait,” Roger replied.
Janice said nothing.  Instead she got up from her seat and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee.  Then she stared at Roger for a moment.  “Do you want a refill on your coffee?” she asked, “or did you get yourself a drink with your meal?”
Was she going to let him sit at the table to eat for once?  “Um… I bought a drink… but… if there’s any chance I can sit at the table to eat…”
“Bring me your cup,” Janice replied. 
Roger grabbed the coffee cup he had been drinking from earlier and held it while she poured fresh coffee into it.  A minute later, they were both sitting at the table eating their dinner.  Roger remained as quiet as possible while he ate so as not to say anything that might upset her.  Eating at the table was far better than eating from a dog bowl on the floor!
“Would it surprise you, Mr. Brinkley,” Janice said as she was nearing finishing her meal of chicken strips, “to know that I’m married?”
Roger’s head suddenly went spinning at that concept. 
Janice smiled.  “I can see that it does.  But why else would I use the term ‘Misses’ in front of my name?  Not only that, but where do you think Carol came from?  No, I am definitely married.  Although, to be honest, it is a marriage in name only.  Any judge in the country would grant me an immediate divorce… if I decided to simply ask.”
Roger didn’t know what to think.  Her hatred of all men was obvious!  “So… was he mean to you?” Roger asked hesitantly.
Janice considered that question.  “In a way,” she finally replied.  “My husband was vice president in charge of a large bank in Mobile, Alabama.  He considered himself to be a very smart man… something he lauded over me constantly.  I worked under him in the investment department for five years.  I learned a lot from him… and awful lot!  I know more about banking and investing now than you could possibly believe.”
“So… what happened?”
Janice smiled.  “As you’ve aptly noted, I do not like men, Mr. Brinkley.  I won’t go into the whys of that tonight, but I do have many good reasons for that.  I’m afraid I married Thomas for reasons other than love… although he never had the first inkling about that.  I married him in order to learn from him and to gain a better position within the banking community.”
“So… where is he now?” Roger asked.
“In time, Mr. Brinkley.  Let me finish what I have to say first.”
Roger only nodded.  He was now all ears as to what this demented woman might tell him.
“As I said a minute ago, Thomas considered himself to be a very smart man.  A genius!  And… I suppose he was… to an extent.  I put up with his ego for years as I did everything I could to learn what he knew.  And in the process, Carol was born… the absolute light of my life!  I can’t tell you what a joy she is to me.”
All Roger could think about as far as Carol was concerned, was what a monster she was… along with the murderous things he’d like to do to her.
“But I digress,” Janice continued.  “I didn’t intend to talk about Carol right now.  I was telling you about my husband.”  She took another sip from her coffee.  “Thomas Stokley was a bastard!  A real, true bastard in every sense of the word!  Make no mistakes about that.  Perhaps he didn’t hit me, or force me to do unthinkable things, but he was a total bastard never the less!  He abused me with words instead of physically.  For years I had to put up with him telling me how totally stupid I was while he was so superiorly intelligent.  He took great delight in hounding me with it constantly.  I won’t say more, other than that I put up with it for a very long time, only so that I could continue to learn more about the banking industry.  And learn I did, Mr. Brinkley.  I learned everything I possibly could!”
“So… what happened?” Roger chanced asking.
Janice nodded.  “A fair question, and the real point of what I wanted to talk with you about.  Mr. Brinkley, you’ve had a small taste of my methods for controlling men… brainwashing to be honest.  A skill that I’ve grown rather adept at over the years.  My husband was my very first victim… and by no means… my last.”
Roger was suddenly shocked… but he quickly realized that he shouldn’t be. 
“As with any skill,” Janice continued, “you must learn from your mistakes.  I made a lot of mistakes with Thomas I’m afraid.  A lot!”
“So… what happened?” Roger asked cautiously.
Janice smiled.  “The doctors proclaimed that he had a brain aneurism.  But that’s not quite correct… or if he did, then I think you can guess what most likely caused it.  I’m afraid my methods were rather a bit too crude back then.  That, and coupled with my lack of knowledge and experience, let’s just say I went a little too far.  Actually, more than a bit too far.  Since then, Thomas has been in a facility for brain-dead people… who haven’t died yet.  There is nothing wrong physically with him at all.  But his brain barely functions anymore.  I guess he’s not quite brain-dead… but close enough that they treat him that way.”
Roger was horrified and could only stare at her in shock.
“I guess he was as close as I’ve ever come to actually killing someone.  And I really am very glad that he didn’t die.”  She smiled at Roger for a moment.  “After lauding over me for so many years how smart he was and how stupid I was, I guess he’s not so smart anymore!”
Roger couldn’t reply.  He could only shake his head… slightly.
“But before I went that far with him,” Janice continued.  “I had him steal three million dollars from the bank for me.  Two days later, I was trying to fix things so he couldn’t tell anyone I had made him do it… and I’m afraid I went too far with him.  I’m afraid the authorities were very perturbed at his sudden aneurism.  Especially since the money was never found.” 
Janice picked up her coffee cup and was somewhat frustrated to find it empty.  “But he was my first, Mr. Brinkley,” she said as she got up from the table to refill her cup.  “I’m happy to say that I’ve learned a great deal about my little hobby since then.”
Roger wasn’t sure he wanted to hear any more about her “hobby.”
Janice poured herself a fresh cup of coffee, then leaned back against the kitchen counter.  “In the ensuing years, I’ve perfected the art of tying a man’s mind up in knots.  And lately, I’ve even been getting quite creative with it.”  She smiled.  “I’m afraid my last victim now firmly believes he is a toad.  He has barely any memory of his human life anymore, and doesn’t even have the capacity to want to attain it again.  He firmly believes he is a toad and will only be a toad… and he behaves as much like a toad as the facility he is in will permit.  All he does now, is to sit around in the insane asylum where he lives, and he spends his days watching for flies he can catch with his tongue and then eat them.”  She smiled. “I gave him a goal of fifty flies.  It is the only way he can count… and the only thing he does count… and he never forgets how many flies he’s eaten.  Whenever… if ever… he gets to fifty, then he will immediately experience a rather strong and wonderful sexual orgasm… and orgasm he wants very badly.  But once he’s experienced it, then his count goes back to zero, and he begins all over again.  He is doomed to remain a toad like that for the rest of his days.”
Roger was totally horrified. 
“He was the first toad I’ve done, and I think he came out rather well.  He used to be a rather fat old investment broker, but after a few days with me… and of course, converting a few million dollars of his investor’s money into cash for me, he is now no longer concerned with things like clients, or money, or anything else from his old life.  He is only concerned with catching flies with his tongue.”
Roger remained speechless… and horrified.
“Most of my other victims are in similar positions,” Janice continued.  “Except that all the other ones I got creative with I turned into bugs of some sort instead… bugs that I can step on!  But rest assured, not one of them is capable any longer of being human in the least.”
Roger didn’t know why the words came out of his mouth, but the words were what his fear was centered around.  “And why are you telling me this?”
“An excellent question, Mr. Brinkley.  I’m telling you this because it’s something I just want you to think about… for now.”
It was the “for now” part that caught most of Roger’s attention.  “For now?”
“Put it this way… sleep and obey, Mr. Brinkley, sleep and obey.  Sleep and obey, Mr. Brinkley, sleep and obey.”
Roger’s head went spinning again.  He had no chance to even think about fighting the conditioning she had already done with him.  Not that he even had time to think about fighting it.  There was no time to think about it because she had taken him by surprise and so fast.