**Chapter 4: The Descent into Slavery**

As the days passed, Alex found himself trapped in a never-ending cycle of confusion and disorientation. He would experience strange and disturbing visions, like snapshots in his mind, with no context or explanation. He would see himself in compromising positions, engaging in acts that he would never normally consider. The images were vivid and real, leaving him feeling guilty and ashamed. Ethan's voice continued to echo in his mind, guiding him further into the depths of his own subservience. "You're mine, Alex," he would say. "You're my plaything, my toy. You'll do as I say, without question, without hesitation." Alex's sense of identity and autonomy began to erode, replaced by a growing sense of devotion to Ethan. He would find himself thinking about Ethan constantly, wondering what he wanted, what he needed. He would feel a strong urge to please him, to obey him without question. As the hypnosis continued to take hold, Alex's behavior began to change. He would act out in ways that were completely out of character, engaging in behaviors that he would never normally consider. He would find himself in situations that were degrading and humiliating, with no memory of how he got there. Ethan would watch him with a detached interest, observing as Alex's transformation took hold. He would note the changes in his behavior, the way he would respond to commands, the way he would react to stimuli. He was fascinated by the process, by the way he could manipulate Alex's mind, bending him to his will. As the days turned into weeks, Alex's sense of self began to disintegrate. He was no longer the person he once was, no longer in control of his own actions. He was a puppet, dancing on the strings of his own mind, with Ethan pulling the marionette. One day, Ethan led him to a luxurious room, filled with expensive furniture and lavish decorations. In the center of the room, there was a large bed, adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows. Ethan gestured to the bed, and Alex felt a sudden surge of anticipation. "Get on the bed, Alex," Ethan said, his voice firm and commanding. "Get on the bed and wait for me." Alex obeyed, his body moving automatically, without question. He got on the bed, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. He lay there, waiting for Ethan to give him further instructions. As he waited, Alex realized that he had lost all sense of control. He was no longer in charge of his own actions, no longer in control of his own life. He was a slave, bound by his own mind, with no escape. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he couldn't resist. He was trapped, and he knew it. All he could do was wait, and obey, and hope that someday, he would be free.