**Chapter 4: The Consequences**

As the days passed, Charlie found himself becoming increasingly consumed by his insatiable desires. He would meet up with different guys, engaging in explicit activities that he couldn't even remember afterwards. It was as if he was in a trance, unable to control his actions or make rational decisions. Dr. Lee's hypnosis had taken hold, transforming him into a "cock-hungry whore" who just wanted to be filled. Charlie's friends and family began to notice the changes in him. They would try to talk to him, but he would just brush them off, too caught up in his own desires to care. His relationships began to suffer, and he found himself isolating himself from the people who cared about him. Meanwhile, Dr. Lee was watching Charlie's progress with a mixture of fascination and concern. He had never intended for the hypnosis to take hold so strongly, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. He would try to talk to Charlie, to see if he could snap him out of his trance-like state, but Charlie would just smile and nod, too far gone to listen. One night, Charlie found himself at a party, surrounded by people he didn't know. He was laughing and smiling, but inside, he was empty and hollow. He was just a shell of his former self, a puppet controlled by Dr. Lee's hypnosis. As he danced and chatted with the other partygoers, Charlie caught sight of a guy who caught his eye. He was cute and charming, with a sparkling smile and piercing blue eyes. Charlie felt a jolt of desire, and he knew he had to have him. He made his move, sidling up to the guy and striking up a conversation. The guy was friendly and flirtatious, and Charlie could tell that he was interested. They danced together, their bodies pressed close as they moved to the music. As the night wore on, Charlie found himself becoming more and more aggressive in his pursuit of the guy. He was grabbing at him, pulling him close and whispering in his ear. The guy was laughing and smiling, but Charlie could tell that he was getting a little uncomfortable. And then, just as things were starting to get out of hand, Charlie's phone buzzed. It was a text from Dr. Lee, checking in to see how things were going. Charlie hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then he remembered Dr. Lee's words, and he typed out a response. "I'm on top of things," he wrote. "Don't worry about me." Dr. Lee responded almost immediately. "Good," he wrote. "Keep going, Charlie. You're doing great." Charlie felt a surge of excitement at the text, and he knew that he was in trouble. He was trapped in a cycle of desire and submission, and he didn't know how to escape. He looked around at the partygoers, feeling a sense of disconnection and isolation. As he gazed into the eyes of the guy he had been flirting with, Charlie caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror of his mind. He was a stranger, a puppet controlled by someone else's strings. And in that moment, he knew that he had to break free.