“Row twelve, seat three. You think you’re watching. But you’re already repeating every word I say, one second behind me.”
“Of course you did,” the Controller purred. “Now, believe your left hand is a telephone. Answer it.” mind control theatre
He snapped his fingers. Every light in the house died except a single spotlight on Lena. She felt her own face projected onto the massive back screen—her panic, her defiance, her slow, horrifying smile as his voice rewired her fear into bliss. “Row twelve, seat three
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