“Don’t fight it,” the Controller said gently. “That’s the second rule of the theatre: resistance is just another cue.”
Lena leaned forward. The hum in her bones was stronger now, a second heartbeat. She told herself she was in control. Then the Controller’s gaze flicked to her. mind control theatre
She opened her mouth to deny it, but her lips moved in a silent, perfect echo of his last phrase: “…one second behind me.” Her blood turned cold. She tried to stop, but her jaw worked like a puppet’s. “Don’t fight it,” the Controller said gently
