Escape Room

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I can't see anything.

I'm not in a place without light, nor am I blind, nor am I closed-eyed.

To be more precise, it's not that I can't see, but that I don't see. Various lights and
lines enter my eyes, but to me they are merely unrelated colors and geometric shapes. I feel
incredibly relaxed, like flying in the clouds, but I don't actually know where I am.

Or am I really traversing the clouds? Or am I just in a filthy bathroom?

I don't care. I'm simply existing in this void, waiting for my master's commands. I
can't feel myself, or even the passage of time.

I wait for my master's commands.

My master gives no commands.

I am my master's slave; my body and soul belong entirely to him.
Before , I don't need to think, I don't need to feel; I only need to wait.

My master gives no commands.

*** *** *** ***

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 back. The sensation in my body quickly spread from the sticky feeling between my thighs. I felt
my knees go weak and my shoulders ache terribly. I lowered my arms and realized that I had been holding them up the whole time.

The feeling that my bladder was about to burst also 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 had to let the remaining urine be released completely.

At the same time, the light in front of me quickly focused and took shape. The 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 place looked like
a room in a budget business hotel. I found myself naked from the waist up, wearing jeans. Now, the thighs of
the 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, pressed my palms against my face, and massaged
my eyelids with pressure. I realized 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 of a normal room, but 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 , 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
as I was thinking this, I suddenly shuddered and jumped back.

I wasn't scared by anything; I was trying to turn him over and grab the wallet from behind his butt.
The moment I lifted his hand, I suddenly 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. 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. I
wanted to pour them all over myself, but then I remembered I didn't know how much longer I'd be stuck here
. It was better to conserve. And thinking about water, I realized how incredibly
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 . 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 isn't my computer; it must belong to the owner," I thought angrily, referring to myself as "
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 the owner lying on the bed… I was too lazy to be angry anymore. The situation was that maybe
I could use the owner's finger to unlock the computer, but I really didn't want to touch it again. The feeling I just experienced was
too overwhelming. 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 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 survive for a few more hours.

I turned on the TV and finally confirmed it was evening, or rather, almost dawn. It was
4:30 AM on Thursday. If you could see outside, the sun would be peeking out.

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.
What ? 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.

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

I took a deep breath, lifted my owner's right hand, and placed their right index finger against 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
stroked my genitals with my fingers, screaming ecstatically.

A few minutes passed before 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 .

With 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 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 seem crazy, and it might even be reposted on a 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 , 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 arm around 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 . 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 your clothes, and won't realize what you've done."
" Until I remind you, similarly, whenever I tell you to sleep, you'll immediately return to an even deeper hypnotic state than
you are now ."

After the master woke the girl, she continued to question who the master was, why she was
in this place, and at the same time, she unbuttoned her top, took off her clothes, then her bra, then pulled down
her skirt, and took off 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 then 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 that she was naked, screamed, and
squatted down, desperately covering 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 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
finally woke up because I wet my pants!

Actually, I wasn't fully awake, so I could only call him master. Thinking about it, 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 , 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 —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 colleague 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 completely different from 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. That's how we became good friends.

The girl in the picture, apart from looking exactly 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 her 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 that the last two videos had a name in parentheses after the date, which I
couldn't out. I opened the file.

I saw myself, somewhat dazed, sitting on the sofa. Tingling sat 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 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 try and wake me up a little, then lit
a lighter . "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,
near the end of the video, the master woke me up. I resumed the video speed and unmuted it.

"How do you feel?" the master asked.

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

"She's been hypnotized."

"Hypnosis? Really?" I looked surprised.

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

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

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 flowed uncontrollably,
soaking the floor and the sheets on my body. I found that the chair I had been sitting on had fallen in
front . 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 slept for about twelve hours!

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

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

I was still being controlled by my master. How could I break free from his control? I felt a wave of despair.
Even though my master was dead, even just 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 corpse and my own urine as possible, and
burst into tears.

After about ten minutes, and after I finished crying, I felt a little clearer-headed. Thinking about how I was being
controlled by the voices 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, and unsurprisingly, it was back in standby mode. This meant I had to
touch the owner again, go through another agonizing masturbation session before I could turn it on.

Once would be enough? Oh my god, I'd completely forgotten whether I used my left or right pinky to unlock
it! I remember succeeding the first time with my pinky, and then I seemed to always try in
the order , so it must be my right hand. But I don't think I always followed that order, because each
attempt involved a near-death experience. I was actually a little confused.

After making up my mind, I first unlocked the computer with my master's right pinky finger. Because so many
hours , my master's body appeared even colder and stiffer. This realization slowly instilled
a fear of the corpse within me, but this fear lasted perhaps less than a second, as my mind was immediately overwhelmed by
intense pleasure. All fear and anxiety seemed to vanish in an instant. I frantically
stimulated my genitals with my fingers; orgasm was my sole objective.

Slowly regaining my senses, the computer displayed "Please re-sensing." Damn it, I really misremembered. I took
a few deep breaths to calm myself, then moved the computer to my master's left side. This was truly
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 such intense orgasm of my life,
the computer finally unlocked.

I opened several folders in the "Training Records" and accessed the last file, hoping to
find clues from the master to break the hypnotic control over the girls. Unfortunately, there were none. The master seemed unwilling
to let these girls go, intending to use them as hypnotic slaves at his beck and call. But this didn't affect
my plan. I found a few words or sentences I needed in each video and
extracted .

Finally, I opened the video where Tingling and I appeared together and skipped to the very end.
It was right here; the master was about to utter the code word that would put me back into a hypnotic state. I placed 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 a long time, and I might just fall asleep forever.

The moment I said "No way, I just..." in the video, I pressed pause,
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. When I count to three, you will..."

The above part was easy, taken from the same place. The following part was more difficult.

"Completely, awake, you will be completely, out of, my control, all my hypnotic commands,
will disappear from your brain, you will completely, regain, control over yourself, all my, hypnotic
suggestions, will no longer, take effect, will have, any, effect on you, understand..."

The last few sentences were easier again.

"Very good, when I count to three, you will wake up, feel very good, 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 bruise on my knee. 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, and my world plunged into darkness.

*** *** *** ***

I opened my eyes. Unlike before, when I woke up because my body couldn't take it anymore, I felt
refreshed and relaxed. But more than that, what truly moved me to tears was...
The first thing I saw was the window.

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 on the doorway, and I found my handbag and phone on the table. There was also
a . 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, I should be more worried about the fact that someone had died here
, and the police would come to investigate the room. How could I explain why I had spent the
whole day , with my urine and semen scattered all over the room?

I took the memory card from the camera, put on my urine-smelling jeans and shirt,
stuffed into my handbag, grabbed my laptop, put on my shoes, and left the room. I didn't want anyone to see
these images. I want to hurry home, take a hot shower, and then have a good meal. I'll worry about

the rest later, after I've eaten . (The End)

　　　　　　　　　　　

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