Escape Room

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 remaining 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 my master gives me commands, 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. 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 out 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 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.
It took me a long time to calm down before I could try again and again. By the sixth attempt, I was almost in despair. Perhaps the master hadn't even used fingerprint recognition. My own phone had the function, but I hadn't set it up.
I randomly opened a file. The video's background was similar to the room I was in, but with a window visible. A young girl sat on the edge of the bed, her head drooping heavily to her chest.
The master… yes, the same person lying next to me, no longer breathing. She walked over to her, 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 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 master continued, the girl's deeply drooping head 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 master said. The girl shook her head.
"Don't you remember being hypnotized either?"
"Hypnotized? No way..." 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 collapsed to her knees like a robot whose power had been turned off. The master caught her and let her lie 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 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 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 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 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 the senior colleague 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 very rhythmic. The master shook my shoulder to wake me up a little 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."　　I was still controlled by my master. How could I break free? A wave of despair washed over me. Even though my master was dead, the voice in the video still controlled me. Overwhelmed with grief, I crouched 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, after crying, I felt a little clearer-headed. Thinking about how I was 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 it on.
Was once enough? Oh God, I'd completely forgotten whether I unlocked it with my left or right pinky finger! I remember succeeding the first time using my little finger. I think I always tried in the order of right hand first, then left hand, so it should be the 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 used my master's right little finger to unlock the computer. Because so many hours had passed, my master's body seemed even colder and stiffer. Realizing this made a fear of the corpse slowly rise within me, but this fear only lasted perhaps less than a second, because my mind was immediately overwhelmed by intense pleasure. All fear and worries seemed to disappear in an instant. I frantically stimulated my vulva with my fingers; orgasm was my only goal.
Slowly coming to 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 side. This was truly the last time. A thought suddenly occurred to me: Could anyone else give me this kind of orgasm? I slapped myself, hating myself for even having such a thought.
After what might be the last such intense climax of my life, the computer finally unlocked.
I opened several folders in the "Training Records" folder, focusing on 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, wanting to treat 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, extracting them one by one.
Finally, I opened the video of me and Tingling, fast-forwarding to the very end. Right here, the master was about to utter the code word that would return me to a hypnotic state. I placed the mouse on 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 fall asleep forever.
The moment I said "No way, I just..." in the video, I paused the recording, recorded the time, and extracted the next two seconds of audio. Then I started synthesizing these materials.
"(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 spot. The following part was more difficult.
"Completely, awake, you will completely, break free, from, 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 refreshed, completely recovered, one, two, three, wake up!" It was already past eleven o'clock. Those few short sentences had taken me almost two hours. I ate two chocolates, praying the plan would go smoothly. I put my laptop on the floor and sat up against the bed, rubbing the bruises on my knees. I didn't want to fall to the floor again while asleep.
Once everything was ready, I started the audio I'd created.
An overwhelming drowsiness overwhelmed me, and my world plunged into darkness.
I opened my eyes. Unlike before when I'd woken up because my body couldn't take it anymore, I felt refreshed and relaxed. But what truly moved me to tears was seeing the window right in front of me.
I'd 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'd managed to avoid it.
My phone has dozens of missed calls—to my company, Tingling, and my family. I don't know how to explain my whereabouts all day to them. Or, what I should be more worried about is that someone died here, and the police will come to investigate this room, right? And how am I supposed to explain why I spent the whole day with this corpse, with my urine and semen scattered all over the room?　　I want to hurry home, take a hot shower, and then have a good meal. I can worry about the rest later after I've eaten.

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