Obey, Honour and Love

Obey, Honour, and Love

When I started dating Steven it was no problem. It didn't even come up
actually, not for one second. We'd been together for six months, long
enough for me to refer to him as my 'partner'. And he'd been perfect,
always so perfect. So I could understand his surprise when I tied him
up and threw him into the boot of my car. Okay, let me explain.

I met Steven when I went to see him to 'cure' me. Well to make me stop
smoking anyway. I'd tried everything, patches, eating different foods,
hanging upside down to sleep. Nothing. Always had to have a cigarette
in my hand. I'd never been able to quit for more than three days. So I
went to Steven, on my friend Daniella's recommendation, because he is a
hypnotherapist. She'd read an article on it somewhere.

Steven is not the best looking guy. His forehead is growing, his eyes
are dark, and his bottom row of teeth are a little crooked. But he was
nice and understanding and he talked me through the whole process. He
explained how everything would come together and work. He'd convince my
mind that I no longer needed nicotine anymore. I asked him to make sure
he didn't awaken some personality from a past life and he laughed, like
he'd never heard it before.

It was after he'd tweaked my mind that he asked me out on a date, said
he 'didn't normally do this' when he did it. And a week later he took
me out to dinner. Everything went like you'd dream it. He was a perfect
gentleman at every door and chair. He made me feel special, important,
and beautiful. And I hadn't needed a smoke the whole time.

A month later, at work, I was giving Daniella the review so far,
over-explaining details only I would care about. But she looked
sceptical, unsure. She brushed off my stories like they were flies on
her sandwich.
'What's wrong?' I asked her.
'Don't you ever wonder?'
'Wonder what, Daniella?'
'Okay, you're an attractive woman, you go to a hypnotherapist, go
under his spell or power or whatever, where he can make you do
anything, anything at all.'
'Yes, what are you getting at?'
'Where he can suggest to your mind that he is attractive. Where he can
make you want him. He can take your addiction away, he could give you a
new one.' Her cynical attitude made some sense. This was the first time
I'd agreed with her anti-male pessimism. Her words fell into my mind
like gumballs into a lolly jar. Like suggestions into a hypnotised
persons brain. It all made sense.

Steven had me under his spell.

At dinner that night I said nothing to Steven. Well, nothing except one
word answers. He asked if I was okay and if there was anything he could
do. I just stared at him with narrowed eyes.
'Have I done something wrong?' He asked. I resisted the urge to say
'yes, turning me into your sex slave, that was kinda' wrong, don't you
think?' He played dumb, and he played it well. I remember wondering all
that night why I always got the weirdo's.

At his house, I lie still with my arms at my sides in his huge, black,
bed. I stared, paranoid at the roof while Steven talked in my ear. I
wasn't going to answer him, I wasn't his servant. I wondered whether he
could just click his fingers and call me to have sex with him and I'd
have no idea what happened afterwards. I wondered if he'd done that
already. Eventually he slept and I watched him breathe deep in and out,
thinking of ways I could beat him.

Daniella suggested that he would never volunteer that he'd done this
to me. I'd have to get it out of him. But how? With his mind-bending he
could snap his fingers any moment and stop me. Unless his fingers were
tied. And yes, this is how it begun. Daniella and I devised a plan, a
scheme, to take him to a destination far away and question him with the
threat of leaving him there for dead. And it made a whole lotta' sense
at the time. Probably more sense than I've been able to explain to
you.

I invited Steven, my 'partner', over for dinner to apologise for how
I'd acted on the weekend. He said he didn't care, he was just relieved
that I was okay and that I was speaking to him again. More like
relieved that his spell hadn't worn off. He came over, dressed in a
business shirt and carrying champagne. He said he'd come straight from
work, quick as possible. He smiled nicely, happily, and kissed me over
and over. It was after dinner that I decided to hit him over the head
with a statue. The first hit didn't work like in the movies though.
Took four hits to knock him out. Four dings on his bald head.

Daniella came out from the bathroom and helped me tie him up before
throwing him into the boot. We drove off into the night, out far from
home, towards trees that covered the stars.

In the headlights, Steven's breath fogged, bent over in front of us,
trying to pull his hands free from behind his back. He squinted in the
light.
'Please, Laura, why are you doing this?'
'You bastard, you hypnotised her into loving you. You brainwashed her
into being your slave. You've been controlling her.' Daniella pointed
as she spoke at him.
'What?!' Steven asked, defeatedly.
'Is it true, Steven? Has this all been a spell?' I spoke
dramatically.
'No Laura. I love you. I love being with you, I don't?'
'Rubbish.' Daniella interrupted. 'Why else would she be attracted to a
balding, overweight, old man? Why? You do this to every pretty girl who
comes in, Steve?'
'I guess I don't know why.' Steven dropped to the ground, sat down.
'But if I've hypnotised her, then why is she doing this now? If she's
under my 'spell', why this?' Steven made some sense.
'Because you can't click your fingers.' Daniella made some
sense.
'I've never clicked my fingers before.' Steven made sense again.
'Well, maybe you have but you've just erased her memory of it.' Steven
let out a deep breath, looked down at the stones between his
legs.
'Laura, I love every moment I spend with you. I just want to be with
you. I promise I've never hypnotised you to love me.' Daniella shook
her head. 'I couldn't make you love me. I just want to be with
you.'
'So you never?'
'Laura, maybe you just found happiness with someone. Happiness with
me. Maybe that's all there is to it. Think, Laura, why aren't you under
my control now? Really. Please.' His face all scrunched in the lights,
that helpless look on his face.
'Oh, Steven.' I ran up to him, kissed him on his ample forehead.
Daniella shook her head harder, telling me 'no, don't believe him.' But
I couldn't stop. I loved Steven. Really.

And that was pretty much the last time I saw him. The only other time
was months later. He was out with some model looking, tall blonde. I
wondered whether she was being hypnotised, whether us suggesting it to
him put an idea into his head. But no, probably not.

He clicked his fingers and I took out a cigarette, watched him kiss
the blonde as I lit up.