Breaking Up
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It was a hard conversation but not unexpected. Rosalie sat on the front porch of her house, a half-empty Coke bottle in hand, listening to what Abigail had to say. After two years together, she had decided it was time to break up and was giving her a common list of excuses to do, with the top one being,
“I’ve changed, Rosalie. You did nothing wrong during our relationship but I’m no longer the same person I was when we met and I feel like we’re no longer a match because of it. I’m sorry. I know this is not what you wanted to hear, but I need to be honest with myself.”
“Honest, huh?” Rosalie chuckled. “It’s funny you say that when you’re being anything but…”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with Seong and it’s obvious she’s the reason for this sudden change of heart.”
Seong was Abigail’s next-door neighbor, a petite Asian woman with a bright smile and an infectious laugh that could light up a room. She was also a stage hypnotist who ran a famous show downtown entitled “Mistress of Persuasion” where she demonstrated the full extent of her mesmerizing skills to make people do embarrassing things on stage with a snap of her fingers.
“What are you saying?” Abigail asked.
“She’s had the hots for you ever since you’ve met and now she’s trying to take you away from me…” Rosalie shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been hypnotizing you on the side to make you fall out of love with me.”
Abigail’s brows knitted together, her lips pressed into a thin line as she fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of Rosalie’s accusation. “Hypnotizing me?” She shook her head, incredulous. “That sounds like something out of a bad movie.”
“Does it?” Rosalie leaned forward, her eyes narrowed with a fierce intensity. “Just last week, I saw you two at that cafe around the block, and I swear you were hanging onto her every word like she was casting a spell on you.”
“Maybe I was just enjoying my coffee! God, you can be so insufferable sometimes. Just because we’re breaking up, that doesn’t mean I’m going to rush into the arms of another the very next minute… and she doesn’t have the hots for me!”
“Keep telling yourself that. Are we done, Abigail? Because if so, I’m going inside.”
“Wait, you don’t want to talk about this?”
Rosalie let out a heavy sigh, her gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun was beginning its descent, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. “Talk about what? You just broke up with me, so no, I’ve got nothing else to say! Go live your new life and leave me alone.”
Abigail opened her mouth to protest but closed it the moment Rosalie got up and walked away from her without looking back. Things hadn’t gone as she planned but it was for the best. She knew it in her heart.
“Goodbye!” she said as she headed for her car.
Abigail slid into the worn leather seat, the familiar scent of pine freshener dancing in the air as she turned the key in the ignition. She forced herself to take a deep breath, her fingers brushing over the steering wheel, and muttered to herself, “Hypnotized? How ridiculous!”
The engine purred to life under her touch. She glanced in the rearview mirror, catching one last glimpse of Rosalie’s house. In that fleeting moment, she felt a pang of regret but quickly shook it off; she had made her choice.
The drive home was quick as there was no traffic around. When she pulled into the driveway, Seong was waiting for her, dressed in a burgundy leather ensemble that made her heart leap.
“Hi, sweetie,” Seong said, peeking into the driver’s seat. “Can we talk?”
“Not right now, okay?” Abigail replied. “I broke up with Rosalie and I’m not in the mood…”
“It wasn’t a request, slut!” Seong touched her forehead and whispered, “Sleep!”
A sudden heaviness settled over Abigail’s eyelids as if they were being weighed down by an unseen force. Before she could say anything, she was already in a trance, just like every day for the last three months. There was no fight in her, no attempt to resist. Seong’s mesmeric power wrapped around like a comforting shroud, coaxing her deeper into surrender.
“That’s my good slut,” Seong cooed. “I was already going to use you tonight even before the good news, but this calls for a special celebration. You did well leaving Rosalie behind. She’s no good for you – I am! You listen and obey. Let’s go inside.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Abigail replied as she stepped out of the car and marched to her abode. As always, she would remember none of this in the morning, but memories weren’t important, only obedience – or so Mistress Seong declared. Her ex already forgotten, Abigail fell deeper into servitude, dreaming of kissing her owner’s ass for the rest of the day.
THE END
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