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.

man with both legs crushed. With a calm, almost indifferent voice, he said, "Oops,

room, the girl noticed the handsome man was having

being instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing her from her miserable and

suddenly opened his

fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person

like a demon cloaked in

weakly in his choking

Stuart with a pitcher of

a while for her

me and avoided getting close to him.

staggered away

hands, realizing he

came close, he hadn't managed

everyone else, radiating a

were wandering, Stuart darkened his

website on Gøøglᴇ

Morwenna's used

no, no,

that moment, Stuart realized

even unique. The scent

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