[Escape Room (Light Color)] [Author: FireNeko] [Completed]

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I awaited my master's command.

My master gave no command.

I was my master's slave; my body and soul belonged entirely to him. Before he gave me a command, I didn't need to think, I didn't need to feel; I only needed to wait.

My master gave no command.

Suddenly, I felt a warm flow between my thighs. In an instant, the world, which had been completely still, seemed to have its clock suddenly turned. The sensation in my body quickly spread from the sticky feeling between my thighs. I felt my knees weaken and my shoulders ache intensely. I lowered my arms and realized I had been holding them up the whole time.

The feeling of my bladder about to burst intensified rapidly. I couldn't help but squat down. Although I seemed to still be wearing pants, I couldn't bear it any longer and let the remaining urine completely escape.

At the same time, the light before my eyes quickly focused and took shape. Previously unrelated geometric shapes began to form their original form. I saw a white bed, and on the bed lay a man I didn't recognize. This looked like a room in a budget business hotel. I found myself naked from the waist up, wearing jeans. Now, the thighs of my jeans were soaked, and urine was dripping from the saturated denim onto the floor.

I wasn't wearing shoes, only pink socks on my feet, which were also stained with urine.

My eyes felt burning hot and dry. I closed them, covered my face with my palms, and massaged my eyelids with pressure. I then realized that my chin and the corners of my mouth were wet, even showing signs of having been wet and then dried. The sour smell of dried saliva filled my nostrils.

I took off my soaked pants, underwear, and socks. Before figuring out what had happened, I wanted to wash away the unpleasant odor.

I looked around. There was no bathroom.

Not just no bathroom, but no door, no windows. Although it looked like a room, it seemed more like a large box. It had the furniture a normal room would have, but it lacked any connection to the outside world. I noticed there was no phone. A clock on the wall showed 3:30. 3 PM? Or 3 AM? I had no clue.

How did I get here? My mind was a mess; I couldn't find any memory of this place.

I slowly approached the man lying on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed, his head tilted back in the center of the bed, his legs dangling off the edge. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, wearing a tie and a suit jacket. Compared to my own nakedness, I felt a deep sense of injustice.

I didn't want to wake him, hoping to find some clues on him before he did, but I quickly realized my concerns were unnecessary. There was only a corpse on the bed.

Although he appeared to be asleep, he was clearly lifeless.

I searched his pockets, hoping to find something. Surprisingly, for the first time in my life, I wasn't particularly afraid of this dead body. Perhaps the eerie situation prevented me from focusing on fear, or perhaps he had only recently died and didn't yet show signs of life. But just as I was thinking this, I suddenly shuddered and jumped back.

I wasn't scared by anything; I was trying to turn him over to get the wallet from behind his buttocks. The moment I lifted his hand, I suddenly felt like I'd been electrocuted, a surge of intense pleasure rushing to my head. I'm not sure what kind of sound I made. As I slowly recovered, I realized my left hand was massaging my genitals, my legs a mixture of urine and vaginal fluid.

It's best to stay away from my master for now.

Master? I shook my head, not knowing why that word popped into my head.

Because my hands were covered in vaginal fluid, I desperately wanted to wash them. This time I saw the refrigerator. I quickly went over and opened it. Great! There were three unopened bottles of mineral water inside. I wanted to pour the whole bottle over myself, but then I remembered I didn't know how much longer I'd be stuck here. It was better to conserve. Besides, thinking about drinking water, I realized how thirsty I was.

I opened the bottle of mineral water and took a small sip at first, but it didn't seem to help my extremely dry throat at all. Although I wanted to save some water, I still drank half the bottle in one go.

Then I wanted to find a towel, but since there was no bathroom, I couldn't find one. I turned to looking for a substitute. A bed sheet seemed like a good choice, but I didn't want to be near my master again. Master? I shook my head strangely. Besides, I didn't want to use anything a corpse had been lying on.

I found my clothes and bra in the corner by the TV, but I couldn't find my shoes anywhere. Instead, I saw my master's leather shoes... Master... I tried hard to get rid of that word, but I found that this was the only way I could call my master, even if only in my mind.

With no other options, I carefully wet my clothes with the mineral water and then wiped the sticky parts of my body, using up the remaining half bottle.

Although I couldn't wash the clothes, I still wanted to hang up the soiled clothes first, so I opened the wardrobe. There were spare bed sheets on the top shelf. What an idiot, I cursed myself. I should have used those to clean myself earlier; then I would have clothes to wear.

After hanging my clothes and pants on hangers, I wrapped the spare sheet around my body like a large bath towel, so at least I wouldn't have to walk around naked anymore.

I continued searching for clues to figure out what had happened, and then I saw a laptop. This wasn't my computer; it must belong to the owner. Ugh, I grumbled to myself for calling it the owner in my mind.

I turned on the computer, and sure enough, it required a password. Of course, I didn't have one, but I noticed the fingerprint unlock function. I turned to look at my owner lying on the bed… I was too lazy to be angry anymore. The situation was, maybe I could use my owner's finger to unlock the computer, but I really didn't want to touch it again. The feeling just now was too shocking. I sighed and decided to give up on the computer for now. I walked around the room. Aside from the lack of a microphone and communication devices, it was a very ordinary hotel room with a TV, a bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and a refrigerator. I searched every drawer and found a Bible, two condoms, and a bag of chocolates. Besides the two remaining bottles of mineral water, there were two cans of cola in the refrigerator. I'd heard that soda is high in calories, and I usually didn't dare drink it. If things really got really bad, I wondered if these two cans of cola could help me live a few more hours.

I turned on the TV and finally confirmed that it was nighttime, or rather, almost dawn. The time was 4:30 AM on Thursday. If you could see outside, you should see the sun already peeking over the horizon.

Seeing the outside world on TV slowly brought me back to reality. I remembered going to work on Wednesday morning, arriving at the company, having a meeting in the morning, and having curry rice with my best colleague Tingling at noon… Wait, that was Tuesday, wasn't it? What did I eat on Wednesday? Did I have lunch? My memory became quite hazy at this point.

Thinking about this made my stomach feel even emptier, so I ate two chocolates to stave off hunger.

In the end, I still wanted to turn on the laptop. I placed the laptop next to my owner's right hand, then wrapped my hands in the sheet, hoping my owner would use their fingerprint to set the password. But even if they did, which finger would it be? I decided to try the right index finger first.

I took a deep breath, lifted my owner's right hand, and placed their right index finger on the fingerprint sensor.

Even through the sheets, I felt an incredible surge of bliss. Thankfully, before I lost consciousness, I managed to place my master's finger precisely on the sensor. Then, I collapsed next to him, a strange and intense orgasm spreading from the contact with his hands. I frantically stimulated my genitals with my fingers, screaming ecstatically.

After what seemed like minutes, I slowly came to my senses. The bed was stained with my own fluids, and even a few drops had splashed onto the computer. I looked at the screen: "Please re-sensing," meaning I had failed. Still

feeling the afterglow of my orgasm and a sense of disappointment, I left the bed, took several deep breaths to calm myself, then opened a second bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and resolved to try again.

This time, I'd try my right thumb.

After another frenzied orgasm, I still only saw a disappointing result.

I needed a long time to calm down before trying again and again. By the sixth attempt, I was almost in despair. Perhaps my owner hadn't even used fingerprint recognition. My own phone has this function, but I hadn't set it up.

Finally, on the seventh try, I placed my owner's left pinky finger on the sensor. After another intense masturbation and orgasm, I looked up at the computer and successfully entered the operating system. The time on the computer was already 8:00 AM. I celebrated by finishing my second bottle of mineral water and eating two chocolates to replenish my energy.

Damn it, who would use their pinky to set it up?!

I moved the computer to my desk, sat down, and opened the map. I was initially a little suspicious, wondering if I'd been abducted by aliens for some strange experiment, but the map's location showed that I was indeed on Earth, in a restaurant not far from the company.

Now that I knew where I was, I considered calling for help from netizens on PTT (a popular Taiwanese online forum), but firstly, I didn't know which room I was in, and secondly, I didn't know how to describe my predicament. Doing so would probably just make me look crazy, and it might even be reposted on the stupid forum for everyone to laugh at. I decided to keep this method as a last resort.

I continued to check the files on my computer, and then I found a folder named "Discipline Records." The subfolders inside were all named after girls. I randomly clicked on the first folder named "Wang Xinyi," which contained about ten video files named with dates.

I randomly opened one of the files. The background of the video was a place very similar to the room I was in now, but I could see a window. A young girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head slumped heavily to her chest.

Master... yes, the person lying next to me who was no longer breathing, walked to her side, put her hand on her shoulder, and said, "Relax deeply, enter a deeper and deeper hypnotic state." Hypnotized? She was hypnotized? Does

that mean I was hypnotized too? A flood of thoughts rushed through me, and I felt a sharp pain in my head.

"When I count to three, you will wake up, but when I tell you to sleep, you will immediately return to an even deeper hypnotic state than you are now, understand?" the hypnotist continued, the girl's head, which had been hanging low, moving slightly up and down.

"One, two, three, wake up."

The girl raised her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, then looked at the man in front of her with bewilderment. "Where is this? Who are you?" "Don't you remember why you came here?" the hypnotist said, and the girl shook her head.

"Don't you remember being hypnotized either?"

"Hypnotized? No…" the girl said, sounding very unconfident. "How strange, I'm leaving." The girl stood up.

Then the hypnotist waved his hand in front of her and said "Sleep." Suddenly, the girl slumped to her knees like a robot whose power had been turned off. The hypnotist caught her and laid her in his arms.

"When I wake you again, you still won't remember being hypnotized, but you won't want to leave the room. You'll stand up, take off all your clothes, and won't realize what you're doing until I remind you. Similarly, whenever I tell you to sleep, you'll immediately return to a deeper hypnotic state than you are now." After the master woke the girl, she continued to question who the master was, asking why she was there. At the same time, she unbuttoned her top, took off her clothes, then her bra, then her skirt, and then her panties. In no time, she was completely naked, but her expression was as natural as if nothing had happened.

"I mainly wanted to admire your beautiful naked body and take pictures as a souvenir," the master said, waving the camera in his hand.

"You pervert, what are you saying?" the girl said angrily.

"Didn't you agree? Otherwise, what are you doing taking off your clothes?" "I didn't..." The girl was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly realized she was naked. She screamed and squatted down, desperately trying to cover her body.

"Sleep," the master said.

Suddenly, the girl lost her strength again, collapsing to the ground and falling asleep. Her legs, which had been squatting, spread apart, revealing her pink vulva to the camera.

"Xinyi, I want you to stand up, open your eyes, but remain in a relaxed and deep hypnotic state." The girl complied, her eyes vacant, and obediently stood up. The master walked over and continued to suggest, "Your body will remain where I move, easily maintaining the original posture. You're like a statue, a beautiful but unconscious statue." As the master spoke, she adjusted the girl's posture, raising her hands and lifting her chest, like a ballerina.

Then she stepped back and took pictures.

My heart pounded. I turned off the video. If I were hypnotized like this girl, would my name be here too? I looked at the folders, trying to find my name.

What's my name?

Damn it! I just realized I don't remember my name!

This does sound like the suggestions hypnotists often use. I'm probably even more certain I've been hypnotized!

My master hypnotized me, made me take off my shirt, and then, like the girl in the video, turned me into a completely mindless human model. He took pictures of me, manipulated my body, and made me raise my hands like a statue.

Then, my master suddenly died. God knows what happened, maybe a heart attack or something. I just stood there obediently for hours, until 3 a.m. when I woke up because I wet my pants!

Actually, I wasn't fully awake, so I could only call him master. Thinking about it that way, I was probably in a very ordinary room, with a door, windows, and a telephone, but I couldn't see them; my master wouldn't let me see them.

I didn't know whether to consider myself lucky that my master had an accident and I escaped being manipulated, or to think I was just unlucky to have encountered this predicament.

Suddenly, I noticed a very familiar name in the folder: my best friend at work—Chen Tingling.

I couldn't contain my surprise and opened the folder, opening one of the files.

I saw Tingling kneeling naked in front of the camera.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are my master."

"Who are you?"

"I am your slave."

"What is the meaning of your existence?"

"I exist for you, Master. Serving you is the meaning of my life." Tingling was a junior who joined the company a year after me. She had long, wavy hair and delicate features that made her look like a princess. However, her personality was not as fragile as her appearance suggested. She was a very capable and independent woman. No matter what difficulties she encountered, her eyes were always full of confidence. To be honest, I was supposed to be the senior in guiding her after she joined the company, but it was she who stepped forward to help me when I encountered difficulties. That's how we became good friends.

The girl in the picture, apart from looking like her, didn't resemble her at all.

"Lick my toes."

"Yes, Master."

Tingling leaned forward, lowered her head to the ground, and licked her master's toes. Then her master lifted her foot, allowing Tingling to lick her sole. Tingling sniffed and kissed, licking every crevice and nail of her master's foot without missing a single detail, as if she wanted to swallow her master's foot whole, revealing a very humble and enjoyable expression.

I covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face, and turned off the video.

I noticed the last two videos had a name in parentheses after the date, which I couldn't make out. I opened the file.

I saw myself, sitting on the sofa, feeling a little dazed. Tingling was sitting beside me. We were both wearing our usual work suits, but Tingling seemed very lucid. She looked at me and then kissed my lips deeply.

I subconsciously touched my lips, imagining what it would feel like to be kissed by Tingling.

"Don't rush, let me hypnotize her first," the master's voice came through.

Tingling smiled shyly.

Then the master appeared in the video, placing a metronome on the table, its ticking rhythmic. The master shook my shoulder to wake me up a bit more, then lit a lighter in front of me. "Don't close your eyes, focus intently on the flame, and listen carefully to my voice..." I suddenly realized that if this continued, I would be hypnotized again. I quickly cut off the sound and sped up the video, watching what was happening on screen.

In the fast-forwarded video, I saw Tingling and I fall asleep one after the other. After a while, as the video was about to end, the master woke me up. I resumed the video speed and unmuted it.

"How do you feel?" the master asked.

"I feel so relaxed," I said, a happy expression on my face. Then I suddenly noticed Tingling still fast asleep next to me. "Tingling? What happened to her?" I asked the master.

"She's been hypnotized."

"Hypnotized? Really?" I looked very surprised.

"Of course it's true, and you've already been hypnotized by me."

"No way, I just..." I started to say, but then the master said something else.

I think I fell asleep along with myself in the video.

I woke up again because of a strong urge to urinate. As soon as I came to my senses, the urine gushed out uncontrollably, flooding the floor and soaking the sheets on my body. I found that the chair I had been sitting on had fallen over in front of me. I was lying on the floor next to the chair, and my left knee seemed a little swollen, as if I had injured it when I fell. I stood up, took off the wet sheets, and was naked again. Because I was lying on my left side, my left hand was numb.

I looked up at the clock. The short hand pointed to nine o'clock. I had only slept for ten minutes?

No, I think I had slept for about twelve hours!

My throat was so dry it felt like it was burning, and my stomach kept growling. I opened the third bottle of mineral water, drank a third of it, and then used the third to wipe my urine-soaked legs. Then, I ate three chocolates in one go.

I slowly started to think. I figured it was because my master had given me the code to return to hypnosis, so I was falling asleep along with myself in the video. I remembered it was nearing the end of the video; it probably ended right after I entered hypnosis. So, I kept falling asleep without anyone paying attention to me until my body reached its limit and I woke up.

I was still being controlled by my master. How could I break free? I felt a wave of despair. Even though my master was dead, the voice in the video could still control me. Overwhelmed with grief, I squatted in the corner, trying to get as far away from my master's body and my own urine as possible, and burst into tears.

After about ten minutes, after crying, I felt a little clearer. Thinking about how I was being controlled by the voice in the video, I suddenly had an idea. Yes, I shouldn't despair. Perhaps this was the turning point. A plan flashed through my mind.

I looked at the computer. Unsurprisingly, it was back in standby mode. This meant I had to touch my master again, go through another agonizing masturbation session before I could turn on the computer.

Was once enough? Oh my god, I completely forgot whether I used my left or right pinky to unlock it? I remember succeeding the first time I used my pinky, and then I think I always tried in the order of right hand first, then left hand, so it should be my right hand, right? But I don't think I always followed that order, because every attempt was a near-death experience, I'm actually a little confused.

After making up my mind, I first used my master's right pinky to unlock the computer. Because so many hours had passed, my master's corpse seemed even colder and stiffer, and only then did a fear of the corpse slowly rise in my heart, but this fear only lasted for maybe less than a second, because my heart was immediately occupied by intense pleasure, all the fear and troubles seemed to have nothing to do with me in an instant, I frantically used my fingers to stimulate my vulva, only orgasm was my only goal.

After slowly regaining my senses, the computer displayed "Please re-sensing." Damn it, I really remembered wrong. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then moved the computer to my master's left. This really was the last time. A thought suddenly popped into my head: Could anyone else give me this kind of orgasm? I slapped myself, hating myself for even having such a thought.

I repeated it once more. After experiencing what might be the last intense orgasm of my life, the computer finally unlocked.

I opened several folders in the "Training Records" and opened the last file, hoping to find clues for my master to help the girls break free from hypnotic control. Unfortunately, there was nothing there. My master didn't seem to intend to let these girls go; instead, he wanted to treat them as hypnotic slaves at his beck and call. But that didn't affect my plan. I found a few words or sentences I needed in each video and extracted them one by one.

Finally, I opened the video of Tingling and me, and skipped straight to the end. Right here, the master was about to utter the code word that would put me back into a hypnotic state. I put the mouse on the pause button and watched intently. If I fell asleep again, I didn't know how many hours I would sleep. I hadn't eaten anything decent in ages; I might just sleep forever.

The feeling of my bladder about to burst intensified rapidly. I couldn't help but squat down. Although I was still wearing pants, I couldn't bear it any longer and had to let the remaining urine out completely.

At the same time, the light before my eyes quickly focused and took shape. Previously unrelated geometric shapes began to form a solid form. I saw a white bed, and lying on it was a man I didn't recognize. It looked like a room in a budget business hotel. I found myself shirtless, wearing jeans, the thighs of which were now soaked through, urine dripping from the saturated fabric onto the floor.

I wasn't wearing shoes, only pink socks, which were also stained with urine.

My eyes felt burning hot. I closed them, covered my face with my palms, and massaged my eyelids with pressure. I then noticed that my chin and the corners of my mouth were wet, even showing signs of having been wet and then dried. The sour smell of dried saliva filled my nostrils.

I took off my soaked pants, underwear, and socks. Before figuring out what had happened, I wanted to wash away the unpleasant odor.

I looked around; there was no bathroom.

It wasn't just the lack of a bathroom; there were no doors, no windows. Although it looked like a room, it seemed more like a large box. It had the furniture a normal room would have, but lacked any connection to the outside world. I noticed there was no phone either. A clock on the wall showed 3:30 PM. 3 PM? Or 3 AM? I had no clue.

How did I get here? My mind was a mess; I couldn't find any memory of this place.

I slowly walked towards the man lying on the bed. His eyes were closed, his head was up in the center of the bed, and his legs were dangling off the edge. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, wearing a tie and a suit jacket. Compared to my naked body, I felt a deep sense of injustice.

I didn't want to wake him, hoping to find some clues on him before he did, but I quickly realized my concerns were unnecessary. There was only a corpse on the bed.

Although he looked asleep, he was clearly lifeless.

I rummaged through his pockets, hoping to find something. Surprisingly, for the first time in my life I was in a room with a dead body, I didn't feel much fear. Perhaps the eerie situation prevented me from focusing on fear, or perhaps he had only recently died and didn't look like a corpse yet. But just as I was thinking this, I suddenly trembled and jumped back.

I wasn't scared by anything; I was trying to turn him over to get the wallet from his backside. The moment I lifted his hand, I felt like I'd been electrocuted, a wave of intense pleasure rushing to my head. I'm not sure what kind of sound I made. When I slowly recovered, I realized my left hand was massaging his genitals, urine and vaginal fluid mixed together on my legs.

It's best to stay away from my master for now.

Master? I shook my head, not knowing why that word had popped into my head.

Because my hands were sticky with vaginal fluid, I desperately wanted to wash them. This time, I saw the refrigerator. I quickly went over and opened it. Great, there were three unopened bottles of mineral water inside. I wanted to pour the whole bottle over myself, but then I remembered I didn't know how much longer I'd be stuck here, so I decided to conserve it. Besides, thinking about drinking water made me realize how thirsty I was.

I opened the bottle and took a small sip at first, but it didn't seem to help my extremely dry throat. Even though I wanted to be frugal, I still drank half the bottle in one go.

Then I looked for a towel. There was no bathroom, so I couldn't find one. I looked for a substitute. A bed sheet seemed like a good choice, but I didn't want to get close to my master again. Master? I shook my head strangely. Besides, I didn't want to use anything a corpse had been lying on.

I found my clothes and bra in the corner by the TV, but I couldn't find my shoes anywhere. Instead, I saw my master's leather shoes... Master... I tried hard to get rid of that word, but I found that this was the only way I could call my master, even if only in my mind.

With no other options, I carefully dampened my clothes with mineral water and wiped the sticky areas on my body, using up the remaining half bottle.

Although I couldn't wash the clothes, I still wanted to hang them up to dry, so I opened the wardrobe. There were spare sheets on the top shelf. "What an idiot," I cursed myself for not using those to clean myself earlier; then I'd have clothes to wear.

After hanging my clothes and pants on hangers, I wrapped the spare sheet around my body like a large bath towel, at least I wouldn't be walking around naked anymore.

I continued searching for clues to figure out what had happened, and then I saw a laptop. This wasn't my computer; it must belong to the owner. "Ugh," I muttered angrily, referring to it as the owner in my mind.

I turned on the computer, and sure enough, it required a password. Of course, I didn't have one, but I noticed the fingerprint unlock function. I turned to look at my owner lying on the bed… I was too lazy to be angry anymore. The situation was, maybe I could use my owner's finger to unlock the computer, but I really didn't want to touch it again. The feeling just now was too shocking. I sighed and decided to give up on the computer for now. I walked around the room. Aside from the lack of a microphone and communication devices, it was a very ordinary hotel room with a TV, a bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and a refrigerator. I searched every drawer and found a Bible, two condoms, and a bag of chocolates. Besides the two remaining bottles of mineral water, there were two cans of cola in the refrigerator. I'd heard that soda is high in calories, and I usually didn't dare drink it. If things really got really bad, I wondered if these two cans of cola could help me live a few more hours.

I turned on the TV and finally confirmed that it was nighttime, or rather, almost dawn. The time was 4:30 AM on Thursday. If you could see outside, you should see the sun already peeking over the horizon.

Seeing the outside world on TV slowly brought me back to reality. I remembered going to work on Wednesday morning, arriving at the company, having a meeting in the morning, and having curry rice with my best colleague Tingling at noon… Wait, that was Tuesday, wasn't it? What did I eat on Wednesday? Did I have lunch? My memory became quite hazy at this point.

Thinking about this made my stomach feel even emptier, so I ate two chocolates to stave off hunger.

In the end, I still wanted to turn on the laptop. I placed the laptop next to my owner's right hand, then wrapped my hands in the sheet, hoping my owner would use their fingerprint to set the password. But even if they did, which finger would it be? I decided to try the right index finger first.

I took a deep breath, lifted my owner's right hand, and placed their right index finger on the fingerprint sensor.

Even through the sheets, I felt an incredible surge of bliss. Thankfully, before I lost consciousness, I managed to place my master's finger precisely on the sensor. Then, I collapsed next to him, a strange and intense orgasm spreading from the contact with his hands. I frantically stimulated my genitals with my fingers, screaming ecstatically.

After what seemed like minutes, I slowly came to my senses. The bed was stained with my own fluids, and even a few drops had splashed onto the computer. I looked at the screen: "Please re-sensing," meaning I had failed. Still

feeling the afterglow of my orgasm and a sense of disappointment, I left the bed, took several deep breaths to calm myself, then opened a second bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and resolved to try again.

This time, I'd try my right thumb.

After another frenzied orgasm, I still only saw a disappointing result.

I needed a long time to calm down before trying again and again. By the sixth attempt, I was almost in despair. Perhaps my owner hadn't even used fingerprint recognition. My own phone has this function, but I hadn't set it up.

Finally, on the seventh try, I placed my owner's left pinky finger on the sensor. After another intense masturbation and orgasm, I looked up at the computer and successfully entered the operating system. The time on the computer was already 8:00 AM. I celebrated by finishing my second bottle of mineral water and eating two chocolates to replenish my energy.

Damn it, who would use their pinky to set it up?!

I moved the computer to my desk, sat down, and opened the map. I was initially a little suspicious, wondering if I'd been abducted by aliens for some strange experiment, but the map's location showed that I was indeed on Earth, in a restaurant not far from the company.

Now that I knew where I was, I considered calling for help from netizens on PTT (a popular Taiwanese online forum), but firstly, I didn't know which room I was in, and secondly, I didn't know how to describe my predicament. Doing so would probably just make me look crazy, and it might even be reposted on the stupid forum for everyone to laugh at. I decided to use this method as a last resort.

I continued to check the files on my computer, and then I found a folder named "Disciplinary Records." The subfolders inside were all named after girls. I randomly clicked on the first folder named "Wang Xinyi," which contained about ten video files named with dates.

I randomly opened one of the files. The background of the video was a place very similar to the room I was in now, but I could see a window. A young girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head slumped heavily to her chest.

Master... yes, the person lying next to me who was no longer breathing, walked to her side, put her hand on her shoulder, and said, "Relax deeply, enter a deeper and deeper hypnotic state." Hypnotized? She was hypnotized?

So, was I hypnotized too? A flood of thoughts rushed through my mind, and I felt a sharp pain in my head.

"When I count to three, you will wake up, but when I tell you to sleep, you will immediately return to an even deeper hypnotic state than you are now, understand?" the hypnotist continued, the girl's head, which had been hanging low, moving slightly up and down.

"One, two, three, wake up."

The girl raised her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, then looked at the man in front of her with bewilderment. "Where is this? Who are you?" "Don't you remember why you came here?" the hypnotist said, and the girl shook her head.

"Don't you remember being hypnotized either?"

"Hypnotized? No…" the girl said, sounding very unconfident. "How strange, I'm leaving." The girl stood up.

Then the hypnotist waved his hand in front of her and said "Sleep." Suddenly, the girl slumped to her knees like a robot whose power had been turned off. The hypnotist caught her and laid her in his arms.

"When I wake you again, you still won't remember being hypnotized, but you won't want to leave the room. You'll stand up, take off all your clothes, and won't realize what you're doing until I remind you. Similarly, whenever I tell you to sleep, you'll immediately return to an even deeper hypnotic state." After the master woke the girl, she continued to question who the master was, why she was there, and unbuttoned her top, took off her clothes, then her bra, then her skirt, and then her panties. Soon she was completely naked, but her expression was as natural as if nothing had happened.

"I mainly wanted to admire your beautiful naked body and take pictures as a souvenir," the master said, waving his camera.

"You pervert, what are you saying?" the girl said angrily.

"Didn't you agree? Otherwise, what are you doing taking off your clothes?" "I didn't..." The girl started to say, but suddenly realized she was naked. She screamed and crouched down, desperately trying to cover herself.

"Sleep," the master said.

Suddenly, the girl lost her strength again and fell to the ground, falling asleep. Her legs, which had been crouching, spread apart, revealing her pink vulva to the camera.

"Xinyi, I want you to stand up, open your eyes, but remain in a relaxed and deep hypnotic state." The girl did as she was told, her eyes vacant, and obediently stood up. The master walked over and continued to suggest, "Your body will remain where I move, easily maintaining the original posture. You are like a statue, a beautiful but unconscious statue." As the master spoke, he adjusted the girl's posture, raising her hands and thrusting out her chest, like a ballerina.

Then he stepped back and took pictures.

My heart was pounding. I turned off the video. If I was hypnotized like that girl, would my name be here too? I looked at the folders, trying to find my name.

What's my name?

Damn it! I just realized I don't remember my name!

This really sounds like the suggestions hypnotists often use. I'm probably even more certain I've been hypnotized!

My master hypnotized me, made me take off my shirt, and then, like the girl in the video, turned me into a completely mindless mannequin. He took pictures of me, manipulated my body, and made me raise my hands like a statue.

Then, my master suddenly died. God knows what happened, maybe a heart attack or something. I just stood there obediently for hours, until 3 a.m. when I woke up because I wet my pants!

Actually, I wasn't fully awake, so I could only call him master. Thinking about it this way, I should just be in a very ordinary room, with a door, a window, and a telephone, but I can't see them; my master doesn't let me see them.

I didn't know whether to consider myself lucky that my master had an accident and I escaped being manipulated, or to think I was just incredibly unlucky to have encountered this predicament.

Suddenly, I noticed a very familiar name in the folder—my best friend at work, Chen Tingling.

Unable to contain my surprise, I opened the folder and accessed one of the files.

I saw Tingling kneeling naked in front of the camera.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are my master."

"Who are you?"

"I am your slave."

"What is the meaning of your existence?"

"I exist for you, master. Serving you is the meaning of my life." Tingling was a junior colleague who joined the company a year after me. She had long, wavy hair and delicate features that made her look like a princess, but her personality was nothing like her delicate appearance. She was a very capable and independent woman. No matter what difficulties she encountered, her eyes were always full of confidence. To be honest, I was supposed to be her senior, guiding her after she joined the company, but instead, she stepped forward to help me solve several problems. We became good friends because of this.

The girl in the picture, apart from looking just like her, didn't resemble her at all.

"Lick my toes."

"Yes, master."

Tingling leaned forward, lowering her head to the ground, licking her master's toes. Then her master lifted her foot, allowing Tingling to lick the sole. Tingling sniffed and kissed, meticulously licking every crevice between her master's toes and nails, as if she wanted to swallow her master's foot whole, revealing a humble yet blissful expression.

I covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face, and turned off the video.

I noticed the last two videos had a name in parentheses after the date, which I couldn't make out. I opened the file.

I saw myself, somewhat dazed, sitting on the sofa. Tingling sat beside me, both of us wearing our usual work suits, but Tingling seemed very lucid. She looked at me and then kissed my lips deeply.

I subconsciously touched my lips, imagining the feeling of being kissed by Tingling.

"Don't rush, let me hypnotize her first," her master's voice came through.

Tingling smiled shyly.

Then the master appeared in the video, placing a metronome on the table, its ticking rhythmic. The master shook my shoulder to wake me up a bit more, then lit a lighter in front of me. "Don't close your eyes, focus intently on the flame, and listen carefully to my voice..." I suddenly realized that if this continued, I would be hypnotized again. I quickly cut off the sound and sped up the video, watching what was happening on screen.

In the fast-forwarded video, I saw Tingling and I fall asleep one after the other. After a while, as the video was about to end, the master woke me up. I resumed the video speed and unmuted it.

"How do you feel?" the master asked.

"I feel so relaxed," I said, a happy expression on my face. Then I suddenly noticed Tingling still fast asleep next to me. "Tingling? What happened to her?" I asked the master.

"She's been hypnotized."

"Hypnotized? Really?" I looked very surprised.

"Of course it's true, and you've already been hypnotized by me."

"No way, I just..." I started to say, but then the master said something else.

I think I fell asleep along with myself in the video.

I woke up again because of a strong urge to urinate. As soon as I came to my senses, the urine gushed out uncontrollably, flooding the floor and soaking the sheets on my body. I found that the chair I had been sitting on had fallen over in front of me. I was lying on the floor next to the chair, and my left knee seemed a little swollen, as if I had injured it when I fell. I stood up, took off the wet sheets, and was naked again. Because I was lying on my left side, my left hand was numb.

I looked up at the clock. The short hand pointed to nine o'clock. I had only slept for ten minutes?

No, I think I had slept for about twelve hours!

My throat was so dry it felt like it was burning, and my stomach kept growling. I opened the third bottle of mineral water, drank a third of it, and then used the third to wipe my urine-soaked legs. Then, I ate three chocolates in one go.

I slowly started to think. I figured it was because my master had given me the code to return to hypnosis, so I was falling asleep along with myself in the video. I remembered it was nearing the end of the video; it probably ended right after I entered hypnosis. So, I kept falling asleep without anyone paying attention to me until my body reached its limit and I woke up.

I was still being controlled by my master. How could I break free? I felt a wave of despair. Even though my master was dead, the voice in the video could still control me. Overwhelmed with grief, I squatted in the corner, trying to get as far away from my master's body and my own urine as possible, and burst into tears.

After about ten minutes, after crying, I felt a little clearer. Thinking about how I was being controlled by the voice in the video, I suddenly had an idea. Yes, I shouldn't despair. Perhaps this was the turning point. A plan flashed through my mind.

I looked at the computer. Unsurprisingly, it was back in standby mode. This meant I had to touch my master again, go through another agonizing masturbation session before I could turn on the computer.

Was once enough? Oh my god, I completely forgot whether I used my left or right pinky to unlock it? I remember succeeding the first time I used my pinky, and then I think I always tried in the order of right hand first, then left hand, so it should be my right hand, right? But I don't think I always followed that order, because every attempt was a near-death experience, I'm actually a little confused.

After making up my mind, I first used my master's right pinky to unlock the computer. Because so many hours had passed, my master's corpse seemed even colder and stiffer, and only then did a fear of the corpse slowly rise in my heart. However, this fear only lasted for maybe less than a second, because my heart was immediately occupied by intense pleasure. All the fear and troubles seemed to have nothing to do with me in an instant. I frantically used my fingers to stimulate my vulva, only orgasm was my only goal.

After slowly regaining my senses, the computer displayed "Please re-sensing." Damn it, I really remembered wrong. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then moved the computer to my master's left. This really was the last time. A thought suddenly popped into my head: Could anyone else give me this kind of orgasm? I slapped myself, hating myself for even having such a thought.

I repeated it once more. After experiencing what might be the last intense orgasm of my life, the computer finally unlocked.

I opened several folders in the "Training Records" and opened the last file, hoping to find clues for my master to help the girls break free from hypnotic control. Unfortunately, there was nothing there. My master didn't seem to intend to let these girls go; instead, he wanted to treat them as hypnotic slaves at his beck and call. But that didn't affect my plan. I found a few words or sentences I needed in each video and extracted them one by one.

Finally, I opened the video of me and Tingling together and skipped to the very end. Right here, the master was about to utter the code word that would put me back into a hypnotic state. I hovered the mouse over the pause button, watching intently. If I fell asleep again, I didn't know how many hours I'd sleep through. I hadn't eaten anything decent in ages; I might just sleep forever.

The moment I said, "No way, I just..." in the video, I paused the video, recorded the time, and extracted the next two seconds of audio. Then I started synthesizing the footage.

"(Code word), very good, fall into a deep sleep, enter a deep hypnotic state. I want you to listen carefully to my voice. After I count to three, you will..." The first part was easy, extracted from the same spot. The rest was more difficult.

"Completely awake, you will be completely free from my control, all my hypnotic commands will disappear from your brain, you will completely regain control of yourself, all my hypnotic suggestions will no longer be effective, will have no effect on you, understand..." The last few sentences were more relaxed. "

Very good, after I count to three, you will be awake, feel great, and completely back to normal, one, two, three, wake up!" It was already past eleven o'clock. These few short sentences had taken me almost two hours. I ate two chocolates, praying that the plan would go smoothly. I put my laptop on the floor and sat on the floor leaning against the bed. I touched the bruises on my knees; I didn't want to fall to the floor again while asleep.

After everything was ready, I started the audio I had created.

An overwhelming drowsiness overwhelmed me, plunging my world into darkness.

I opened my eyes, and unlike before when I woke up because my body couldn't take it anymore, I felt refreshed and incredibly relaxed. But what truly moved me to tears was that the first thing I saw was the window right in front of me.

I had succeeded!

I stood up. I was still in the same room, but now there was a door and a window. My shoes were by the door, and I found my handbag and phone on the table. There was also a camera set up in the center of the room. What I found hard to understand was that I hadn't knocked it over while walking around. I couldn't imagine how I had managed to get around it.

My phone had dozens of missed calls—from the company, Tingling, and my family. I didn't know how to explain my whereabouts all day to them. Or perhaps I should be more worried about the fact that someone had died here, and the police would be investigating the room. How could I explain why I had spent the whole day with this corpse, with my urine and semen scattered all over the room?

I took the memory card from the camera, slipped on my urine-smelling jeans and shirt, stuffed my socks into my handbag, grabbed my laptop, put on my shoes, and left the room. I didn't want anyone to see these images.

I wanted to get home quickly, take a hot shower, and have a good meal. I could worry about the rest later.

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