Here is part 2 of " The modelling agency " a series Allidee was working on from 2016 - 2017. Shockingly in 2019 after a long hiatus she announced she would delete her DA page soon and to download whatever you want, however nothing has happened though likely something could happen soon.
Here is the full story if you don't wanna go to deviantart and read it yourself. Warning: It's very, very, very longer then the first one: Precisely four hours after entering the display, the trio found themselves exiting it and returning to their staging area. They each changed back into their normal clothes, logged their departure time with the manager and returned to the car. Only then did they regain control of themselves.
Sarah was first to speak, the strands of her blond hair almost vibrating as she trembled, “What was that? I wanted to say the hell with it all and leave, but I couldn’t move a muscle in that window!”
“I know. It was the same for me. My feet are killing me from being up on my toes the whole time,” answered Kelli.
Alli tried to be the voice of calm, although she was far from calm herself. “I don’t know what it was, but for now we need to go get our cars and go home. Let’s get together in the morning to talk about it and figure out what to do.”
The other girls looked doubtful for a moment, but then agreed it was the best plan. It was late evening by that point, and the Agency would be deserted so there was no worry of running into anyone. After arriving back at the parking lot, they hugged and drove to their homes.
After a better than expected night’s sleep, the team met at a small restaurant in town to talk. Each had very similar experiences, with feelings of their body moving outside of their control, and being completely frozen in place while in the display. They discussed theories ranging from drugs, to aliens, to mind control. As they talked, they became more convinced there had to have been some sort of subliminal messages or hypnotic conditioning in the training videos. They all agreed the best thing to do at this point was to not go back and move on with their lives.
They sat and talked for a bit longer, trying to relax. Suddenly, each of their phones chimed a message notification. Without thinking, the girls all pulled out their phones to see what it was about. “Report to office. 15 minutes”, appeared on each display. The Agency’s office was only 10 minutes away, but a quick look around the table confirmed that none of them intended to go. They deleted the messages and went back to chatting.
Five minutes later, they all stood up, left money to pay the check and started walking for the door. Sarah managed to whisper, “Oh no. Not again,” before completely losing control of her actions. They each watched themselves get into their cars and head toward the office, all the while fighting to stop themselves.
Upon their arrival, they were met by the always smiling face of Tara the receptionist, “Hello girls. How are you today?”
In unison, they all replied, “Code alpha.”
Tara’s seemingly permanent smile barely faltered, but the momentary twitch made the girls even more nervous than the already were. “I see. Go to room 103 and wait for your supervisor.”
The girls obediently followed the instruction, heading down the hall before filing into room 103 and taking seats around the end of the conference table, upon which sat a set of currently blank display panels. They sat, not moving or speaking, only able to move their eyes. As they looked back and forth at each other and the ominous monitors facing them, they realized that all of them were stuck like this until the supervisor arrived.
After a nerve-wracking few minutes, their supervisor, Neal, finally arrived. He looked over the trio sitting there silent and still, and noted the confusion and fear in their eyes. “Ladies, I understand you’ve all reported a code alpha, meaning you have become aware of your actions not being your own. I’m a bit surprised. Many of our staff never realize, and those that do typically don’t code for months. Have any of you actually violated any directives?”
All three girls heard themselves respond with, “No, sir.”
Neal smiled, looking somewhat relieved. “Good. Are any of you attempting to do anything currently? Trying to run away perhaps?”
Again all the girls responded at once, “Yes, sir.”
“And yet you all remain sitting there perfectly still. Excellent. The new training program seems to be very successful.” Neal smiled again as he walked around the table, examining how the girls were reacting. “As I’m sure you have probably guessed by now, our training videos are very, shall we say, thorough. We have invested a lot of money into them, and by extension, into each of you. As such, certain controls and protocols are built into them to make sure we get our money’s worth.” Neal paused, looking thoughtfully at the group for a moment before he continued, “I do so dislike these one-sided conversations. Allison, excuse me, Alli, protocol foxtrot three. That should allow you to move your head and speak at a conversational volume.”
Alli blinked a few times and looked around. Just as he said, she could move her head, but the rest of her body remained immobilized. “What the hell did you do to us?”
“We trained you, obviously. The training process uses a variety of techniques, including binaural audio, brainwave frequency entrainment and subliminal messaging to create a hyper-suggestible state in the trainees allowing us to properly condition their behavior. The conditioning both enhances the model’s job performance, and ensures they remain loyal to the Agency.”
A look of stunned disbelief came over Alli’s face as Neal spoke. “This… this is wrong. You can’t do this to us. Let us go right now!”
Neal just smiled and pulled out a set of three file folders from his briefcase. “Ladies, we are fully within our rights to do this because each of you agreed to allow it. These are you employee folders, and inside are the contracts each of you signed. You’ll note on page seven there is a clause stating that ‘behavioral conditioning is routinely used on all staff working off-site’. The Agency wouldn’t agree to keep you all on for a full year -- with an Agency option to extend -- without some sort of assurance that you all would provide the required services.”
Alli looked at Sarah and Kelli, then down at her own frozen body before looking back over at Neal. “That contract was 35 pages long! This isn’t right!”
“It is hardly the Agency’s fault if the three of you didn’t read the contract fully, or consult a lawyer for advice before signing.” Neal smiled at Alli for a moment, then continued before she could respond, “Alli, protocol alpha one.” He watched as Alli went silent, her face passive as she was fully locked into place again. “Sorry my dear, but we weren’t making much progress with this conversation. Now, let us proceed.”
With that, he tapped a couple buttons hidden under the edge of the table, and the screens powered on, displaying what look like a title screen, “Code Alpha Reinforcement Training Program.” Neal tapped another button, and the video started playing, the screens now a whirl of colors and images. The same video played on the projector screen at the end of the room, basking the entire space around them in the same swirling colors. Each girl found her eyes immediately locked onto the display, and no amount of effort would allow them to look away.
Neal smiled again, “I will be back shortly to check on your progress. Keep up the good work.” The door closed quietly behind him as he left the girls sitting there, staring helplessly at the screens as the program entered their minds.
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Here is the full story if you don't wanna go to deviantart and read it yourself.
Warning: It's very, very, very longer then the first one: Precisely four hours after entering the display, the trio found themselves exiting it and returning to their staging area. They each changed back into their normal clothes, logged their departure time with the manager and returned to the car. Only then did they regain control of themselves.
Sarah was first to speak, the strands of her blond hair almost vibrating as she trembled, “What was that? I wanted to say the hell with it all and leave, but I couldn’t move a muscle in that window!”
“I know. It was the same for me. My feet are killing me from being up on my toes the whole time,” answered Kelli.
Alli tried to be the voice of calm, although she was far from calm herself. “I don’t know what it was, but for now we need to go get our cars and go home. Let’s get together in the morning to talk about it and figure out what to do.”
The other girls looked doubtful for a moment, but then agreed it was the best plan. It was late evening by that point, and the Agency would be deserted so there was no worry of running into anyone. After arriving back at the parking lot, they hugged and drove to their homes.
After a better than expected night’s sleep, the team met at a small restaurant in town to talk. Each had very similar experiences, with feelings of their body moving outside of their control, and being completely frozen in place while in the display. They discussed theories ranging from drugs, to aliens, to mind control. As they talked, they became more convinced there had to have been some sort of subliminal messages or hypnotic conditioning in the training videos. They all agreed the best thing to do at this point was to not go back and move on with their lives.
They sat and talked for a bit longer, trying to relax. Suddenly, each of their phones chimed a message notification. Without thinking, the girls all pulled out their phones to see what it was about. “Report to office. 15 minutes”, appeared on each display. The Agency’s office was only 10 minutes away, but a quick look around the table confirmed that none of them intended to go. They deleted the messages and went back to chatting.
Five minutes later, they all stood up, left money to pay the check and started walking for the door. Sarah managed to whisper, “Oh no. Not again,” before completely losing control of her actions. They each watched themselves get into their cars and head toward the office, all the while fighting to stop themselves.
Upon their arrival, they were met by the always smiling face of Tara the receptionist, “Hello girls. How are you today?”
In unison, they all replied, “Code alpha.”
Tara’s seemingly permanent smile barely faltered, but the momentary twitch made the girls even more nervous than the already were. “I see. Go to room 103 and wait for your supervisor.”
The girls obediently followed the instruction, heading down the hall before filing into room 103 and taking seats around the end of the conference table, upon which sat a set of currently blank display panels. They sat, not moving or speaking, only able to move their eyes. As they looked back and forth at each other and the ominous monitors facing them, they realized that all of them were stuck like this until the supervisor arrived.
After a nerve-wracking few minutes, their supervisor, Neal, finally arrived. He looked over the trio sitting there silent and still, and noted the confusion and fear in their eyes. “Ladies, I understand you’ve all reported a code alpha, meaning you have become aware of your actions not being your own. I’m a bit surprised. Many of our staff never realize, and those that do typically don’t code for months. Have any of you actually violated any directives?”
All three girls heard themselves respond with, “No, sir.”
Neal smiled, looking somewhat relieved. “Good. Are any of you attempting to do anything currently? Trying to run away perhaps?”
Again all the girls responded at once, “Yes, sir.”
“And yet you all remain sitting there perfectly still. Excellent. The new training program seems to be very successful.” Neal smiled again as he walked around the table, examining how the girls were reacting. “As I’m sure you have probably guessed by now, our training videos are very, shall we say, thorough. We have invested a lot of money into them, and by extension, into each of you. As such, certain controls and protocols are built into them to make sure we get our money’s worth.” Neal paused, looking thoughtfully at the group for a moment before he continued, “I do so dislike these one-sided conversations. Allison, excuse me, Alli, protocol foxtrot three. That should allow you to move your head and speak at a conversational volume.”
Alli blinked a few times and looked around. Just as he said, she could move her head, but the rest of her body remained immobilized. “What the hell did you do to us?”
“We trained you, obviously. The training process uses a variety of techniques, including binaural audio, brainwave frequency entrainment and subliminal messaging to create a hyper-suggestible state in the trainees allowing us to properly condition their behavior. The conditioning both enhances the model’s job performance, and ensures they remain loyal to the Agency.”
A look of stunned disbelief came over Alli’s face as Neal spoke. “This… this is wrong. You can’t do this to us. Let us go right now!”
Neal just smiled and pulled out a set of three file folders from his briefcase. “Ladies, we are fully within our rights to do this because each of you agreed to allow it. These are you employee folders, and inside are the contracts each of you signed. You’ll note on page seven there is a clause stating that ‘behavioral conditioning is routinely used on all staff working off-site’. The Agency wouldn’t agree to keep you all on for a full year -- with an Agency option to extend -- without some sort of assurance that you all would provide the required services.”
Alli looked at Sarah and Kelli, then down at her own frozen body before looking back over at Neal. “That contract was 35 pages long! This isn’t right!”
“It is hardly the Agency’s fault if the three of you didn’t read the contract fully, or consult a lawyer for advice before signing.” Neal smiled at Alli for a moment, then continued before she could respond, “Alli, protocol alpha one.” He watched as Alli went silent, her face passive as she was fully locked into place again. “Sorry my dear, but we weren’t making much progress with this conversation. Now, let us proceed.”
With that, he tapped a couple buttons hidden under the edge of the table, and the screens powered on, displaying what look like a title screen, “Code Alpha Reinforcement Training Program.” Neal tapped another button, and the video started playing, the screens now a whirl of colors and images. The same video played on the projector screen at the end of the room, basking the entire space around them in the same swirling colors. Each girl found her eyes immediately locked onto the display, and no amount of effort would allow them to look away.
Neal smiled again, “I will be back shortly to check on your progress. Keep up the good work.” The door closed quietly behind him as he left the girls sitting there, staring helplessly at the screens as the program entered their minds.
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