## Chapter 3: The Loss of Control

As Alex's mind succumbed to the hypnotic suggestions, his body relaxed, and his thoughts grew foggy. Ethan's voice continued to guide him, pushing him deeper into the trance-like state. "You're feeling sleepy, Alex," Ethan's voice echoed in Alex's mind. "Your eyelids are getting heavy. You're letting go of all your worries, all your concerns. You're just relaxing, letting me take control." Alex's vision began to blur, and his movements slowed. He was no longer aware of his surroundings, no longer in control of his actions. Ethan's words were a gentle stream, washing over him, seeping into his mind. As the hypnosis deepened, Alex's thoughts grew more disjointed. He was no longer thinking clearly, no longer questioning what was happening. He was simply existing, a passive observer in his own mind. Ethan's voice grew louder, more insistent. "You're mine now, Alex. You're under my control. You'll do as I say, without question, without hesitation." Alex's mind was a jumble of confused thoughts and emotions. He was aware of Ethan's words, but they seemed distant, irrelevant. He was trapped in a dream world, with no escape. Ethan's control was like a subtle manipulation, a gentle guiding of Alex's thoughts and actions. He was the puppeteer, and Alex was the puppet, dancing on the strings. As the hypnosis reached its peak, Alex's sense of self began to fragment. He was no longer a coherent, thinking being. He was a collection of disjointed thoughts and emotions, easily manipulated and controlled. Ethan's voice was the only constant in Alex's world. "You're mine now, Alex. You'll do as I say. You'll obey me, without question." Alex's mind was a blank slate, waiting for Ethan's instructions. He was a sex slave, bound by his own mind, with no escape. Ethan's laughter echoed in Alex's mind, a cold, calculating sound. "It's done," he said. "You're mine now. Forever."