The Hypnotic Thrall

Drew's eyes locked onto Tori's, and he felt an intoxicating rush of power course through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so in control. The words he had practiced in front of the mirror now seemed to flow effortlessly, as if an unseen force had taken hold of him. "You will obey me, Tori," Drew said, his voice low and commanding. "You will do my bidding, without question or resistance. You are my slave, and I am your master." Tori's head nodded slowly, her eyes still glassy and unfocused. "Yes, master," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Drew's heart swelled with excitement as he realized that Tori was completely under his control. He felt a thrill of anticipation as he contemplated the possibilities. "Get up, slave," Drew commanded, his voice firm. "Come to me." Tori rose from the armchair, her movements mechanical and obedient. She walked to Drew, her eyes fixed on his, and stood before him with her head bowed. Drew reached out and took Tori's hand, feeling a surge of dominance as he looked down at her. "You will do everything I say, without question or hesitation," he repeated, his voice dripping with authority. "You will be my loyal slave, and I will be your master." Tori nodded again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, master. I will obey you." As Drew looked into her eyes, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never felt so powerful, so in control. But as he gazed deeper into her eyes, he began to notice something strange. Tori's eyes seemed to be... shifting. Her pupils were dilating, and her irises seemed to be changing color. Drew's grip on her hand tightened as he felt a growing sense of unease. What was happening to Tori? And what did it mean for him? Suddenly, Tori's eyes snapped back into focus, and she looked up at Drew with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Drew, what's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking. Drew's heart sank as he realized that he had lost control. Tori was no longer under his hypnotic thrall. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something that made his blood run cold. Tori's eyes were not her own. They were black as coal, and they seemed to be staring right through him. Drew tried to step back, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. Tori's hand was still in his, and he could feel a strange, pulsating energy emanating from her. "Who are you?" Drew whispered, his voice trembling with fear. Tori's voice was low and menacing. "I am not Tori," she said, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. "I am something much older, much darker. And you, Drew, are now mine."