After Fletcher set everything up, he retreated to the adjacent room to avoid contaminating the hypnotherapy chamber with his presence. He watched the situation inside the patient's room through a

surveillance screen.

Trying to suppress his inner turmoil, Stuart lay down and fell asleep.

Quickly, he picked up on a scent that felt familiar, but something about it seemed off.

The girl sat quietly, her gaze glancing at the sleeping man secretly. He was strikingly handsome.

Stuart seemed asleep, hovering in that liminal space between dreaming and waking.

In his dream, it was dark and oppressive. The figures caught a frail cat.

"Come on, beg me. Crawl over here, and we'll let it go."

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped. How did it die just like that?"

Stuart was about to kneel.

The scene shifted.

indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it too hard. How come you

the handsome man

she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing

opened his

gaze was fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the

a

girl struggled weakly in his

Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from

for her to recover

getting close to him.

girl staggered away

at his hands, realizing

came close, he hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead, he

different from everyone

Stuart darkened his

Gøøglᴇ

even fetched Morwenna's used personal care

no, no, none

that moment, Stuart realized

was special, even unique. The scent

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