Take a Bite
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.
“Ouch!” Laura whined but not loud enough to draw the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. Emily raised a quizzical eyebrow at her and asked,
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Laura rubbed her right elbow. “It’s like I was bitten or something.”
“A bug, perhaps?” Emily lay down the menu on the table and interlocked her fingers.
“It must have been one hell of a bug if that was the case,” Laura continued to rub her elbow, the discomfort still there. It was annoying and somewhat infuriating, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
“I’m sorry you’re going through that. Anyway, are you ready to order?”
“I think so… Ow!” Laura jumped in her seat. “Shit! It happened again! Something just took a bite out of me.”
“Weird…” Emily looked at her closest friend with a curious smile on her lips. “Same place?”
“No, it was on my left arms this time. Is there really a bug around here set on making me meat for the grinder?” the confused woman looked around, her dirty blonde hair cascading over her aquamarine eyes. Emily pretended to swat it but it was clear she was enjoying the show.
“I have no idea. If it keeps up, we should complain to the management. Can we order first, though? I’m starving over here!”
“Yeah, let’s…” Laura’s voice trailed off suddenly, and a sharp pain shot through her neck, tightening like a noose. It was as if a phantom tooth had sunk deep into her flesh, drawing forth an inexplicable rush of heat and anger that flared in her chest.
“Laura? Are you alright? You look…”
“Don’t,” Laura snapped, cutting off her thoughts. This was not just discomfort anymore; it was an intrusion she couldn’t quite explain. “I’m fine.”
Emily’s chuckle echoed across the table, laced with genuine bemusement. It was disconcerting and perhaps mean-spirited considering what Laura was going through. Why would she do such a thing unless…
And then, it hit her – the realization that there was only one explanation for her unexpected predicament, something so simple she couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to figure out. Laura tapped her finger on the edge of the table, and asked,
“Did you hypnotize me again?”
“What?” Emily adjusted herself in her seat and crossed her arms. “When did I ever do such a thing?”
“You do it all the time, Em!”
It was true. Ever since Emily had spent a couple of months learning the ins and outs of using hypnosis for recreational purposes, she had been practicing her skills on her family and friends, with Laura being her favorite subject. How could she not? The blonde woman went under so easily and responded to most suggestions without complaining. There was a lot of fun to be had with her, and Emily never wasted an opportunity to do that.
“Yeah, you hypnotized me!” Laura concluded with a frown. “When did you do it? When you were rambling about your ex during the car ride over here or the moment we entered the restaurant? What’s the trigger this time, huh?”
“There’s no trigger, my dear. The only thing I’m trying to do is…”
“Order…” Laura’s eyes lit up. “Of course! I felt the pain every time you said that word. The trigger is order, isn’t it?”
“Are you implying I like to order you around?” Emily asked.
And there it was again – that sudden jolt, sharper this time, a flicker of electricity that danced its way through her lower abdomen. Laura took a deep breath, feeling the sensation bloom like a stubborn flower forcing its way through concrete. The pain was raw and unexpected, sending a wave of heat cascading over her skin, but instead of panic, an involuntary laugh bubbled to the surface. It was absurd, really – this strange symphony of control and chaos playing out on the stage of her body.
“Order!” she exclaimed with a grin. “Oh my god, Emily! You’ve turned me into some twisted version of Pavlov’s dog!”
Emily’s laughter rang bright against the walls of the restaurant, turning a few heads this time around. There was something delightful about Laura’s responses but perhaps her little game had gone on for long enough. “Yeah, sorry about that. I wanted to see if it worked, and the answer is obvious by now. I’m going to release you from the trigger now, okay?”
“Please do,” Laura begged as she composed herself.
“Disorder,” Emily declared, and just like that, the mental and physical sensations her friend was experiencing, disappeared like snow melting under a scorching sun. Relief followed, accompanied by raw bewilderment.
“Is it done?”
“Yep, the opposite word cancels the trigger, but only if it comes from my lips. Thank you for being such a wonderful subject again, and I’m sorry if I caused you more pain than I expected. Can we order now?”
Laura’s lips curled into a smile as she realized the phantom bites were indeed gone, and although a part of her wanted to be mad at Emily for playing her like a puppet once more, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was all in the name of fun, nothing more and, deep down, she was impressed.
“It’s amazing how you keep taking bites of my mind,” she declared. “You’re going to keep doing it, aren’t you?”
More than a question, it was a promise, for these little moments of trance were already a part of their routine, memories they would keep forever unless Emily said otherwise. Laura reached for the menu and said,
“You’re buying.”
“Of course, dear.”
With no hint of remorse, Laura chose the most expensive dish of all.
THE END
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