I wrote another thing.

www.wattpad.com/1455261153-ghost-of-a-memory <-- Wattpad link if you don't want to read it on the forums, lol

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Alexandra Sterling, known to her friends and close associates as Lexii, rarely indulged in nights off from her demanding business schedule. Yet tonight, she made a daring decision to leave behind the safety of her carefully constructed world and venture into the unknown. With a fierce determination burning in her chest, she sought out the hottest club in the city - renowned for its exclusive clientele, impeccable drinks, and vibrant music.

Stepping into the dimly lit interior, Lexii was immediately engulfed by an electric buzz of excitement and anticipation. The pulsating beats pounded against her skin as she made her way through the diverse crowd, filled with confident and elegant individuals who exuded the same aura she did. She noticed familiar faces - business partners, acquaintances from high-profile events - but tonight, she wasn't interested in small talk or networking. She craved something more primal - the thrill of anonymity and the freedom to lose herself in the rhythm of the music without any expectations weighing her down.

At the bar, a sleek marble affair manned by expert mixologists who crafted drinks that were both art and refreshment, Lexii ordered her favorite cocktail with a nod of approval. The bartender recognized her immediately and began preparing it without uttering a word. Leaning against the bar, Lexii surveyed her surroundings with sharp eyes, taking in everything around her. Her heart raced with adrenaline and excitement as she felt like she finally belonged somewhere.

As the night progressed and the music intensified, Lexii found herself swept up in the infectious energy of the dance floor. In this sanctuary of sophistication and exclusivity, she allowed herself to simply be - unencumbered, vibrant, and utterly alive. As bodies moved in perfect synchrony to the hypnotic beat of the music, Lexii's senses were heightened and her inhibitions disappeared.

And then she felt him - a mysterious figure beside her on the dance floor. Tall, enigmatic, and radiating an aura of intrigue that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Their eyes locked, and without a word, the stranger extended a hand towards her in a silent invitation. A challenge that ignited a spark of curiosity within Lexii's adventurous spirit.

Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his outstretched palm, feeling a surge of anticipation and desire course through her veins like wildfire. As they moved on the dance floor - their bodies feeding off each other's movements in an impromptu blind dance - Lexii couldn't help but be amazed at the stranger's ability to match her every step. It was almost as if they were connected on an instinctual level.

As one song ended and another began, Lexii found herself laughing with delight. "I have to hand it to you, mate," she exclaimed over the pulsating beat of the music. "You certainly know how to move!" The stranger's enigmatic smile widened at her words, his amusement evident in his dancing eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he led her off the dance floor and towards a secluded alcove shrouded in the club's dim ambiance.

In that moment, Lexii knew she had made the right decision by giving into her impulses and exploring this unknown world. She was alive, free from all expectations and obligations. And in the arms of this mysterious stranger, she felt more alive than ever before.

As they left the chaotic club behind, the silence enveloped them like a suffocating blanket, the tension between them thick and palpable. Lexii's heart raced with a mix of adrenaline and fear as she found herself inexplicably drawn to this enigmatic stranger.

"You are quite the seductress on the dance floor," the man finally spoke, his voice like honey laced with poison, sending shivers down Lexii's spine. His words held an intoxicating power, weaving a dangerous spell around her senses that both thrilled and terrified her.

In the dim lighting, their faces were inches apart, and Lexii could feel the pull of an intense attraction. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, so strong that for a fleeting moment she entertained the thought of assaulting him to satisfy her desires before pushing it away in disgust.

"Do you want a drink?" Lexii forced herself to speak, trying to distract her mind from its disturbing thoughts. She couldn't understand why just being near him seemed to awaken such primal urges within her.

The man smiled at her offer, a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes that made Lexii's skin crawl. Silently, he nodded and they made their way back to the bar where her unfinished cocktail waited for her.

As they sat on plush stools, Lexii ordered another round of drinks, trying to ignore the crackling tension between them. Every word exchanged felt like a game of cat and mouse, each movement charged with a dangerous energy that threatened to consume them both.

Taking a sip of her drink, Lexii studied the man beside her with caution and fascination. There was something otherworldly about him, something that set him apart from any other man she had ever met. His eyes held secrets deeper than any ocean, and every movement he made oozed confidence and control.

"I never expected to meet you here," he remarked coolly. "Alexandra Sterling, the famed seductress." Lexii laughed nervously, trying to brush off the unease she felt at his words.

"I do like this place. It's my escape from the public eye," she replied, scanning the crowded club that had become her refuge on rare nights off.

"Shall we continue our evening at a more intimate setting? Specifically, a restaurant." The man asked, his voice smooth and curious. Lexii couldn't resist the thrill that shot through her at his suggestion, drawn in by his mysterious aura and the promise of danger.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she accepted his offer, stepping into his world of mystery and seduction as he offered his arm to lead her out of the club and into a night full of unknown possibilities.

As soon as their feet touched the bustling sidewalk, Lexii was hit with a wave of adrenaline and excitement. She could feel herself entering a dangerous realm where reality blurred with fantasy, and she couldn't help but revel in it. This was far from her usual way of spending her nights off, but the change of pace was thrilling.

However, she wasn't naive. She refused to get into a car with this stranger, not even a cab. She wouldn't go anywhere besides a public place like a restaurant, and there was no way she would take him home with her. Lexii had always been fiercely protective of herself and her wellbeing, and she wouldn't let that change just because of some man's charm. But as the night went on and she found herself increasingly drawn to him, she couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, she would break her own rules.

"Do you have any specific place in mind?" Lexii asked, trying to mask her growing attraction as they strolled down the sidewalk.

"I know of a quiet little bistro just a few blocks away from here. They have the most amazing food," he replied confidently. Lexii shrugged, unable to resist the pull towards adventure.

"Sure, I'm up for trying out a new bistro." She answered, feeling both excited and uneasy at the same time. The stranger nodded in agreement and offered his arm once again. This time, without hesitation, Lexii took it and felt a surge of electricity course through her body at the touch.

As they made their way to the bistro, the noise of the city faded into background and it was as if time itself had slowed down. The stranger's mysterious aura only grew stronger as they talked about everything from music to their favorite dishes.

Once inside the intimate bistro, they were led to a secluded table in a dimly lit corner surrounded by flickering candles. The stranger's gaze never left Lexii's, and she couldn't deny the exhilarating feeling of being his prey. It was a strange sensation that both enticed her and made her feel vulnerable.

But as the night went on, Lexii found herself becoming more and more drawn to this enigmatic man. She couldn't explain the pull he had over her, and she knew that in the morning, she would regret everything. Yet in that moment, she couldn't resist the temptation and let herself be swept away by the excitement and danger of it all.

The air was thick with a dangerous electricity as Lexii's heart raced in anticipation. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the mysterious stranger sitting across from her, his every word like a hypnotic thread weaving a spell around her. The flickering candlelight cast shadows over his chiseled features, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his piercing eyes.

Their conversation flowed like a perfectly choreographed dance, each topic leading seamlessly into the next as if they were old lovers. Despite her initial reservations, Lexii found herself drowning in the seductive pull of this enigmatic man. It was as if he held the key to unlocking a side of herself that she had always suppressed, a side that craved surrender and unbridled passion.

As the world around them faded into a distant blur, their laughter and whispers became the only sounds in existence. The warmth of their connection cocooned them in an intimate bubble, sheltering them from reality.

In a moment of hesitation, Lexii excused herself to use the restroom and took a moment to study her reflection in the mirror. The doubts and unease that had been creeping up on her were almost suffocating now, but she pushed them aside and returned to her charmful companion.

He greeted her with a charming smile and pulled out her chair for her, his intense gaze never leaving hers. A slight chill ran down her spine as she noticed something calculating behind his charming facade.

"Is everything alright?" he asked with practiced concern as he saw the change in Lexii's demeanor.

She forced a smile, trying to brush off her unease as paranoia. "Yes, I just needed a moment," she replied, taking a sip of her drink and noticing a bitter aftertaste.

His charming facade never faltered as he watched her closely. "I'm glad you're back. I've missed our conversation," he said smoothly, his words like a siren's song luring her in.

Despite the nagging voice of caution in her mind, Lexii found herself unable to resist the pull of this dangerously charming man. As they laughed and talked, the voice grew quieter until it was drowned out completely by his intoxicating presence. She knew she should be careful, but she couldn't deny the rush of excitement and desire coursing through her veins as she fell deeper and deeper under his spell.

As time passed by, Lexii's body appeared frozen in place, her gaze fixated on the stranger with an unsettling intensity. Her posture was tense, her chest and elbows pressed hard against the table, as if she were trying to restrain herself from lunging at him.

With a sinister grin, the stranger reached into his pocket and retrieved a small vial of clear liquid that shimmered under the dim candlelight. Without hesitation, he uncorked it and discreetly poured a few drops into Lexii's drink while she remained entranced by his hypnotic influence.

As Lexii sat there, completely under his control and unaware of what was happening, the stranger leaned back in his chair with a smug look of triumph on his face. He took a sip of his own drink before gesturing towards hers, which had been pushed aside and forgotten. "Lexii, my dear, shouldn't you finish that?" he asked with a malicious glint in his eye.

Feeling like she had no choice but to obey, Lexii grabbed the glass clumsily and downed its contents in one go. The liquid burned her throat and left a bitter aftertaste, making her head spin and her limbs heavy. She tried to shake off the effects but found it increasingly difficult to even keep herself upright.

A satisfied smirk spread across the stranger's face as he watched the drug take hold of her mind and body. He knew that she was now fully under his control, her thoughts clouded and easily swayed by his commands.

With a subtle signal to the waiter for the bill, the stranger wasted no time in whisking Lexii away before anyone could intervene. He guided her unsteady form out of the club and into the deserted night, where darkness seemed to swallow them whole.

Lexii stumbled along with each step becoming more difficult as if her body was no longer hers to control. Her companion led her back to the club they had met in and then to a car waiting in the parking lot. He helped her into the backseat, laying her down like a puppet with no strings left to hold her up.

As he drove off into the darkness with Lexii at his mercy, the stranger couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at how easily she had fallen under his spell. Hours passed as he drove, occasionally dosing her with more of the drug through an aerosolized version to keep her knocked out until he reached his destination – a place where she would be completely at his mercy.

The car ride was a blur of passing streetlights and the low hum of the engine, lulling Lexii into a deep, dreamless slumber. But beneath the peaceful facade of her unconsciousness, a storm raged within her drugged mind. The stranger cast occasional glances at her, his calculating eyes assessing her level of sedation.

Time passed unnoticed as they traveled deeper into the night on desolate roads and winding paths. The stranger's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his lips curled into a sinister smile as they approached their mysterious destination.

As they arrived, a sense of dread washed over Lexii's drug-induced state, primal instincts screaming at her to flee from the danger lurking in the shadows. A flicker of awareness struggled to break free from the hypnotic chains binding her mind and body, but it was too weak against the powerful drugs coursing through her veins.

Her companion urged her to wake up enough to enter the house, his voice more command than request. And so she did, her body moving on its own accord while her mind raced with confusion and fear. She tried to remember his face, to hold onto it as evidence for when she could finally escape this nightmare.

But the stranger's face was etched into her mind already, haunting her every thought and dream. As he led her through the dimly lit house, every room seemed like a trap filled with unsettling paintings and strange objects. Her instinct to run and fight grew stronger with each step, but her body refused to obey.

She knew she had to remember everything - every turn they took, every detail of his face - so that she could report it all to the authorities once she escaped this hellish place. But just as that realization dawned on her, the man pushed her into a room with a sinister laugh.

"Sleep well, Alexandra," he whispered as she felt consciousness slipping away from her grasp. "You won't remember any of this, in time." She fought against the drugs, tried to scream and fight, but her body was no longer under her control. And as she fell to the ground, the last thing she saw was the man's malicious grin, knowing that she would never forget his face - or what he had done to her.

Lexii's eyes snapped open to the cold, hard floor beneath her. For a moment, she was disoriented and confused, her mind blank and empty. The only thing she could recall was the haunting face of the man who had put her in this position, her captor. A surge of panic coursed through her veins as she sat up, trying to make sense of where she was.

But as she took in her surroundings, memories flooded back with crushing force. The dark room illuminated by flickering candles, the unsettling paintings adorning the walls, and the chilling presence of the man who had led her here. Lexii's heart raced faster as she remembered being drugged against her will, dragged through the unknown house, and promised to forget everything. But now, clarity cut through her fear like a shard of glass.

With determination burning in her chest, Lexii vowed to escape this nightmare and bring justice to the man responsible for violating her mind and body. She forced herself to focus on every detail of the room, taking note of the heavy curtains blocking out any light from outside. Her eyes fell upon a flickering candle on a nearby table with a note left beside it.

As soon as she recognized his scent on the paper, Lexii couldn't resist picking it up and reading it. His words taunted her, claiming he would never be caught by the authorities and daring her to go to them for help. The audacity of this man only fueled her fury and determination to bring him down.

With trembling hands and shaky breaths, Lexii made her way towards the door. Every creak and groan echoed loudly in the silence of the corridor beyond. She knew she couldn't trust all of her memories due to whatever drug he had used on her, but one thing remained clear - she had been violated in unspeakable ways by Malachi Graves.

As she pushed open the heavy door, Lexii took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, determined to fight for her freedom and justice.

The house seemed to pulsate with an eerie energy, each room holding onto its secrets like a vise, daring Lexii to uncover them. Her senses were on high alert as she cautiously navigated the unfamiliar surroundings, her heart racing with every step. Finally reaching the front door and stepping outside, she realized where she was – just a block away from her business. A place of safety and refuge, but also a reminder of the nightmare she had just escaped.

As she walked towards her company, barefoot and disheveled, the sun beat down on her relentlessly, reminding her of the time that had passed while she was held captive. But she didn't have time to dwell on it - her first order of business was to call the authorities and report the monster who had taken her.

But when she entered the building, something felt off. She greeted her receptionist Sera, but received no response. Puzzled, she tried to shake her friend's shoulder only to find that she couldn't make physical contact with her. As she looked around, she noticed that everyone in the office seemed to be oblivious to her presence.

Panic surged through Lexii as she realized that she was invisible to those around her - a mere ghost haunting her own company. But she refused to let fear overtake her. With unwavering determination, she made her way through the empty corridors, determined to take back control of her life.

As Lexii reached for her office door, she felt a chill run down her spine. The door was slightly ajar and strangers were rummaging through her belongings, their fingers greedily tapping away on her computer keyboard. In a moment of panic and fury, Lexii screamed at them to leave, but they remained unaffected, not even sparing her a glance. And then she saw it - her reflection in the full-length mirror. She gasped, seeing herself standing there completely naked and ghostly pale in stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before her.

With trembling hands and fierce determination, Lexii refused to be silenced. She would not allow these captors to continue controlling her, even if it meant facing an unknown and formidable force. Summoning all of her courage, she stepped forward and demanded to be seen and heard.

But despite her best efforts, she remained invisible to those around her, as if existing on a different plane of existence. The sight of her own naked body reflected back at her in the mirror sent shivers down Lexii's spine. It was like living in a nightmare where no one could see or hear you. Panic threatened to consume her, but she forced herself to focus on the present situation.

With a sudden realization, Lexii understood that the drug Malachi had used on her must have lingering effects beyond mere unconsciousness. This was something far more sinister—it was as if she existed in a parallel reality from everyone else. The implications both terrified and intrigued her.

Determined to break free from whatever control Malachi held over her, Lexii made a bold decision. If she was invisible and intangible to those around her, perhaps it meant there were new ways for her to uncover the truth behind this mystery. She needed answers about what had been done to her and how she could fight back against this unseen enemy.

As she moved through the office unseen and unheard, she tried to figure out who they were. Who were these people that were invading her office, and why?

“Yo, Captain, I think I found something!” She heard, which caused her to pause.

Silently creeping through the office like a ghost, she struggled to make sense of the situation. Who were these intruders invading her workspace and why? A voice suddenly broke the stillness, causing her to freeze in place. 'Captain?' she thought, turning to see a surprisingly petite woman approaching another man.

"What have you found?" the captain demanded in a voice that sounded far too young for the gravity of her words. Lexii followed, desperate for any clue as to what was happening.

"I found her day planner," the man replied, passing a book over to his captain. It was Lexii's own planner, but it had been locked with multiple layers of security.

"But I managed to crack it," he continued, revealing the contents of her schedule on the day she vanished. "She planned on going to that high-end bar a few towns over, the one she frequents."

"Good," the captain nodded grimly. "That's our lead. We need to find her before it's too late." Lexii's heart sank as she realized what was happening - they were looking for her. But even as she tried to approach them, reaching out for help, they couldn't see or hear her.

With mounting despair, Lexii watched as the police officers investigated further, uncovering more clues about her disappearance. She strained to listen and understand their conversations, formulating a plan to somehow break through whatever barrier kept her hidden from their perception.

A daring idea took shape in her mind - if she was a ghost, then maybe she could manipulate objects around her. Summoning all of her willpower, she reached out towards the captain and grabbed onto her arm with all the force she could muster.

The lights flickered wildly as Lexii made contact, but the captain didn't react at all. Suddenly, everything went black and Lexii felt herself being pulled into an unknown void, as if she didn't even exist.

When she came to, the office was empty and her computer was still on. She rose from the floor and made her way to her desk, realizing that she could interact with inanimate objects but nothing else. Desperate for any form of communication, she tried to type an email but found herself unable to do so.

Frustration and determination battled within Lexii as she refused to give up. She needed someone to know what had happened to her, and she wouldn't stop fighting until she found a way to break through the barrier keeping her trapped in this twisted reality.

As she sat frozen in fear at her desk, a chilling whisper pierced the air. Lexii's head snapped up, her wild eyes frantically searching for the source of the haunting voice. Suddenly, a ghostly figure materialized before her, its ethereal form flickering with an otherworldly energy.

"Welcome to your own personal hell," the spirit spoke, its words dripping with malice. "I am here to guide you through it."

Lexii's heart pounded with terror as she realized she was not alone in this twisted reality. Summoning all her courage, she demanded answers from the apparition. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The ghostly figure remained silent for a moment, before speaking again in a raspy voice that seemed to come from beyond the grave.

"You are trapped here. But I can help you escape this torment," it croaked.

"How?" Lexii pleaded, desperate for a way out of this nightmare.

"I have been where you are. I know the way," the ghost replied cryptically.

Lexii's gut churned with unease, but something about the spirit's voice tugged at her memories and she found herself inexplicably trusting it.

"Please help me," she begged. The spirit nodded in understanding.

"Start by recording your days," it instructed, pointing to a notebook on her desk. "You can interact with it and write down everything that happens. It will keep track of time and serve as your lifeline."

With shaky hands, Lexii reached for the notebook and was relieved to find that she could touch and manipulate it just as the spirit had said. With each stroke of her pen, she chronicled her days in this distorted version of reality - the constant flickering lights, the failed attempts to reach out for help, and the ever-present feeling of being watched.

As time warped and days blended together, the notebook became Lexii's only connection to her sanity. The ghostly figure she encountered daily became her only source of companionship in this desolate realm. And as she poured her heart and soul into documenting every moment, Lexii couldn't shake the feeling that the notebook was slowly becoming a window to her own descent into madness.

As she poured her heart onto the pages, the apparition would visit her regularly, taunting and teasing her with stories of his own tormented existence in this enigmatic realm. He became a manipulative force for Lexii, a threatening presence in the ever-shifting landscape of her existence.

One day after several hundred pages of journaling later, Lexii was sitting and chatting with the spectre, unaware of her nakedness or his ominous intentions.

"Why can't I make out your face?" She asked, her voice trembling with fear. He looked over to her, head tilted as if studying her vulnerability.

"Eh? You can't?" He asked, his voice dripping with sinister amusement. "Huh. I suppose that's something to do with my control over you," he sneered, "or maybe it's just your mind unraveling."

Lexii shuddered, feeling herself lose grip on reality as the spectre's true intentions were revealed.

"I figured you wouldn't know," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Still wanted to ask, just in case."

The spectre nodded with a cruel smile.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled darkly. "I wish I could help, but I can't manipulate your thoughts enough to give you what you seek."

"By the way," he continued, relishing in her vulnerability, "What is your name?" At no point did any of that ever cross either of their minds. She never asked his name, too consumed by his control over her mind and body. But now as she searched for an answer to appease him, she realized she didn't even know her own identity anymore.

"My...my name...?" She stammered in response. The spectre nodded eagerly, enjoying her confusion and loss of self.

"Yes, what can I actually call you?" He pressed on, and as she struggled for an answer, a single word echoed in her mind. A word that he had been calling her since the beginning, a word that she now believed to be her true identity.

"Doll," she said with hesitation, feeling numb to her own voice. "My name is Dolly."

"Fascinating name," the spectre sneered. "I'm Malachi."

The name reverberated through her soul, triggering a sense of familiarity even in her altered state. But before she could grasp onto any small shred of herself, the spectre's manipulations pulled her deeper into his control. As days turned into weeks and months in their twisted existence, Dolly found herself losing more and more of herself to Malachi's dark influence. The notebook became her only lifeline, a tangible connection to her past self as she struggled to make sense of the madness around her.

But one day, even that lifeline was taken from her. As she flipped through the pages, searching for some glimmer of truth or clarity, she realized that she couldn't understand any of it. The words on the page were hers, but they held no meaning or memory for her. And as she frantically searched for answers, she felt herself slipping further away from reality, lost within the manipulation and torment of Malachi's cruel game.

She frantically flipped through the pages, her eyes widened in terror as she realized the words on the journal were hers. Memories of her conversations with Malachi flooded back, bringing with them a sense of dread and hopelessness.

As she delved deeper into the pages, Dolly's mind became clouded and disoriented. Reality and illusion blurred together, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very wrong. How long had she been trapped in this nightmarish realm? It felt like an eternity since she woke up in her office, imprisoned by Malachi.

Turning to him with fear in her voice, Dolly asked desperately, "How long have I been here, Malachi?" But his calm yet unreadable expression told her everything she feared. She had been here for over a year.

Instantly, Dolly's stress and fear consumed her as she questioned her own sanity. Had these words truly come from her own hand? The familiarity of some of the conversations only added to her confusion, but Malachi assured her it was just a side effect of their strange prison.

"Don't worry, Dolly. You're all right. And I promise I'm working on getting you out." His words brought little comfort, but Dolly held onto them tightly.

Days turned into weeks, which then stretched into months as Dolly continued to journal her experiences in this twisted reality. But one day, as she stared at the book before her, she suddenly couldn't make sense of the words. Every mark on the page seemed like gibberish, and panic set in.

"What is this book?" She cried out to the empty air of her office. But there was no response except for Malachi's smirking face.

"You wrote about your time here," he said calmly, but the concern in his voice only made Dolly more afraid. "Do you not remember?"

But Dolly shook her head and denied all knowledge of the journal. She refused to believe that she had written any of it, and Malachi simply shrugged, not wanting to argue with her. His control over her mind was growing stronger every day, and Dolly could feel herself slipping further into his grasp.

"Is this your office?" Malachi asked, his voice dripping with curiosity and malice. Dolly's brow furrowed as she struggled to recall the answer, her memories fading like ink on old parchment.

"I... don't know," she stammered, her voice betraying a sense of confusion and fear. "I used to do important work here, but now... I can't remember what it was."

A wicked smile spread across Malachi's face, relishing in Dolly's vulnerability and confusion. "Oh, dear Dolly," he purred, "this place has a way of erasing memories and clouding the mind. You should be careful before you lose yourself completely."

Dolly shivered, feeling a sense of unease creep up her spine as she realized the gravity of her situation. But then she looked around and saw the lavish furnishings, the elegant decor, and something inside her shifted. She spoke with childlike wonder, admiring the opulence as if seeing it for the first time.

"Well, Mr. Ghost," she said with genuine admiration, "you certainly have exquisite taste. How much did you pay for this place?"

Malachi merely chuckled at her naivety, knowing that in this realm, value was determined by more than just currency. He motioned towards a magazine on the desk and asked Dolly to read it aloud.

Dolly's eyes scanned over the strange markings on the cover, but they made no sense to her anymore. The realm had distorted her perception and stripped away her ability to understand the written word.

"What does it say?" Malachi pressed, reveling in Dolly's helplessness.

Dolly shook her head in defeat. "I... don't know," she admitted, feeling a deep sense of loss for her once sharp mind.

"That's because this realm is starting to consume you," Malachi sneered. "Soon, you won't even recognize the faces of those you once knew."

Dolly's expression remained vacant, devoid of any fear or concern. She had already lost so much of herself to this place, and Malachi was only too happy to watch as it continued to devour her mind.



Dolly's voice was filled with curiosity as she asked, "Eh? Howso? What will it do to me?" There was no trace of concern or stress in her tone, only a childlike innocence that seemed to have taken over her once sharp intellect.

Malachi's eyes lit up with a predatory glint at Dolly's question, savoring the way her mind had turned malleable and impressionable under the realm's influence. He leaned closer, his voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around her like a velvet shroud.

"In this realm, my dear Dolly, perception is but a fragile illusion," he purred, his words weaving a hypnotic spell around her. "Your mind is an open canvas for the realm to paint as it pleases. What you see, what you know, it can all be twisted beyond recognition."

Dolly blinked slowly, processing his words with a delayed understanding that seemed to linger in the hazy fog of her mind.

"Paint...?" she murmured softly, her gaze unfocused as if trying to grasp the elusive threads of reality slipping through her fingers. The room around her seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light, colors blending and morphing into surreal shapes that danced at the edges of her perception.

"Do you like to paint?" she asked innocently, seemingly unaware of the sinister implications of Malachi's words. The realm continued to warp and twist her mind, making her clueless and pliable to its whims.

Malachi's grin widened at the success of his manipulations, reveling in the way Dolly's once sharp mind had become nothing more than putty in his hands. He circled around her, every movement calculated to deepen the trance-like state she found herself in.

"Oh my dear Dolly," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody that seemed to seep into her very being. "Painting takes on a whole new meaning in this realm. Let me show you..."

As he spoke, colors swirled and shifted around them, forming mesmerizing patterns that transcended the limits of ordinary perception. Shapes materialized from the ethereal mist, pulsing with a life of their own.

Dolly's eyes widened in wonder as she beheld the surreal spectacle unfolding before her. Her mind, now pliable and receptive to the subtle influences of the realm, drank in every detail with childlike fascination.

"Isn't it amazing?" Malachi asked, his arm draped casually across her shoulders as she continued to stare in awe. "Who are you?" he then questioned, curious to see how the realm would distort her answer.

Dolly turned her gaze towards Malachi, her expression a mix of innocence and confusion as she tried to process his question. Her sense of self felt like a jumble of disconnected thoughts, slowly unraveling under the enchantment of the realm.

"I... I don't know," Dolly replied softly, uncertainty lacing her words. She couldn't quite place who she was anymore, her identity slipping away in the strange and surreal world surrounding her.

Malachi's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her response, his hold over her mind growing stronger by the minute. He leaned in closer, his voice a velvet whisper that seemed to caress her consciousness.

"Names are but fleeting labels in this realm, my dear," Malachi murmured, his words laced with a subtle power that resonated within her very core. "And labels make us what we are."

A flicker of recognition crossed Dolly's face at his words, but it quickly disappeared as if snuffed out by an unseen force. She stared blankly at Malachi before speaking again.

"Like you," he stated matter-of-factly, unaware of the venomous undertone in her words. "You're just a clueless idiot with tits bigger than your head." She paused, cocking her head to the side in confusion as she looked at him, her body starting to shift and change without her even noticing. The realm had fully taken over her mind, making her nothing more than a pawn in its game.

“Who is your husband?” Malachi demanded, his brow furrowed with suspicion. Dolly's mind raced, desperately trying to recall any important man in her life, but only finding a blank void.

“What is your native language to speak?” He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face. Panic set in as Dolly struggled to form a coherent answer, but all she could manage was a low murmur of confusion. Her memories had vanished like smoke in the wind.

“You need some time alone.” His words were cold and final as he backed away, leaving Dolly alone with her shattered mind. She stared at the empty space where he stood, unable to comprehend or remember anything about herself.

Dolly stood in the center of the otherworldly realm, her bare skin exposed to the swirling colors and shifting shapes that surrounded her. Her once sharp and resilient mind had been reduced to a blank canvas, waiting for the strange forces of the realm to paint upon it.

As the effects of the realm continued to wrap their insidious tendrils around her body and mind, Dolly felt herself losing touch with reality. She was no longer aware of her own existence, simply existing as a mere vessel for the whims of Malachi and his twisted domain.

With each passing moment, Dolly's sense of self slipped further away, her identity and past fading into obscurity as she became nothing more than a Clueless idiot with oversized breasts. And as Malachi returned to check on his latest creation weeks later, he found her standing in the same spot, her vacant stare and altered form a testament to his power over her. Her now LL cup sized breasts weighing down on her shoulders, a physical reminder of how she had become nothing but a plaything in his cruel game.

Malachi's twisted smirk grew wider as he observed Dolly's vacant expression, her mind still clouded by the enchantment he had placed upon her. With a flick of his wrist, he tested her math skills, knowing that she used to be a brilliant prodigy with numbers. He reveled in the power he held over her - able to manipulate and control her every thought. And yet, there was a faint spark of her former brilliance in her eyes, teasing him with the remnants of her untapped potential. He saw it as a game - to unlock and amplify her true intellect, just so he could extinguish it once and for all. After all, what use was intelligence when she belonged solely to him? As she automatically responded to his complex equations, Dolly's arousal grew, drawn to the challenge and dominance radiating from Malachi. She knew deep down that she was meant for more than this controlled existence, but in this moment, she couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating thrill of being under his complete command.

With a wicked grin spreading across his face, Malachi hungrily studies Dolly's altered consciousness, seeking to unravel the mysteries that lie within. He circles around her in a predatory manner, his gaze unwavering and calculating as he plans his next move.

"Dolly," he purrs, his voice dripping with seduction and manipulation, "What is the Fibonacci sequence?"

As soon as the words leave his lips, a spark ignites in Dolly's vacant eyes. The mention of the sequence triggers something buried deep within her subconscious, a memory struggling to break free from the shackles that bind it.

For a brief moment, it appears as though Dolly's eyes flash with recognition, a glimmer of familiarity that cuts through the hazy fog enveloping her mind. The mention of the Fibonacci sequence resonates with a dormant part of her intellect, stirring echoes of her once formidable mathematical prowess.

Malachi watches with morbid fascination as Dolly's expression shifts ever so slightly, a subtle change signaling a consciousness fighting to resurface from the depths of enchantment. He can almost see the cogs turning in her mind, the mental barriers weakening as she grasps onto the thread of knowledge buried within her manipulated state.

With a soft gasp, Dolly begins to recite the Fibonacci sequence, her voice initially hesitant but growing stronger with each number she utters. The recognizable pattern flows effortlessly from her lips, belying the untapped potential that lies dormant beneath all the layers of control and manipulation.

Malachi's smile widens into a cruel smirk as he witnesses this breakthrough, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent at what has transpired. The realm may not have penetrated the deepest recesses of her mind yet, but he knows he must continue to work her over until every last trace of resistance is eradicated. He cannot risk her remembering who she truly is and reclaiming her power – that would be disastrous for his plans.

Malachi's seductive voice dripped with dark promises as he addressed the motionless woman before him. "Shall we have some fun now?" Dolly's breath quickened, her body trembling with anticipation as she eagerly awaited his next move. Each piece of knowledge he coaxed from her mind gave her a rush of pleasure, making her desperate to touch herself and succumb to the alluring power of his words. But with each touch, she could feel precious memories slipping away, and the conflicting desires within her only added to the intensity of the game.

Dolly's eyes glazed over as she repeated the rules, her voice becoming hollow and empty as Malachi's hypnotic tone took hold of her. He watched with hungry intensity, relishing in the sadistic pleasure of watching her struggle. "Let us see just how much you can resist," he taunted, circling her like a predator and reveling in his control over this broken and vulnerable creature before him. The game had just begun, and Malachi knew he held all the power in this dangerous and intoxicating dance.

"Recite the value of pi to as many decimal places as you can," Malachi's voice was smooth and commanding, with a hint of mischief. "Every decimal you state is a fact to lose. And every tenth decimal you do not touch yourself will have the realm touching you instead." He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. The game had begun.

Dolly hesitated, her eyes flickering nervously between Malachi's intense gaze and the faint glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes. She knew what he wanted from her, and she also knew that she couldn't resist.

"You are a mathematician," he stated firmly, almost challenging her. "Prove it."

With trembling hands, Dolly began reciting the digits of pi. As she reached the seventh decimal place, her voice became breathy and shaky. By the 13th decimal, her whole body was trembling with arousal and anticipation. She could barely focus on the numbers, her mind consumed by the sensations coursing through her.

But she pushed on, determined to please Malachi and win this twisted game. By the 20th decimal place, her chest was heaving and her eyes were glazed over with desire. Her voice was reduced to a mere whisper.

As she struggled to recite the 30th decimal place, Malachi stood up from his seat, his expression filled with devilish delight. "You've done well," he praised her, his voice low and seductive. "Now, I have a question for you."

Dolly nodded weakly, her mind clouded with pleasure and need.

"What were you reciting?" Malachi asked curiously, though he already knew the answer. But sometimes, the realm had a mind of its own.

Dolly tried to speak, but all that came out were fragmented syllables and gasps of pleasure. Her entire being was consumed by the pleasure he had unleashed upon her.

"The pleasure is making it hard to recall anything, isn't it?" Malachi asked, his tone almost sympathetic. Dolly could only nod in response, barely comprehending his words.

"Then give in to it," he urged, his hand gently grazing her swollen and sensitive nipples. A moan escaped her lips at the brief touch. "Lose yourself to the pleasure. Let go of the concept of pi."

Despite the overwhelming need coursing through her, Dolly fought to maintain some semblance of control. But as Malachi's touch grew more insistent and intoxicating, she found herself losing all sense of self and succumbing to the realm's seductive power.

Malachi's eyes narrowed as he watched Dolly struggle to recite Pi, her body trembling with both pleasure and fear. He leaned in closer, his voice low and hypnotic as he whispered commands and suggestions into her ear.

"You want to lose this information, Dolly," he murmured, his hands roaming over her body, stoking the flames of arousal and confusion within her. "You crave the release of not knowing, of being able to submit completely to me."

Dolly's voice faltered as she reached the twenty-fifth decimal point, the knowledge slipping from her grasp like grains of sand. Her mind clouded with pleasure and desperation, unable to resist Malachi's powerful influence.

"Touch yourself now, Dolly," he commanded, his words a seductive lure that she could not deny. "Let go of all your thoughts and sensations, and give in to the overwhelming need to climax."

Dolly's hands moved instinctively, seeking out every erogenous zone on her body as Malachi continued to whisper his seductive truths into her mind. Her moans grew louder with each passing second, her body writhing with pleasure and surrender.

As she reached the peak of rapture, Malachi's voice cut through the haze like a knife. "Tell me a fact," he demanded, locking eyes with hers.

Dolly's mind scrambled for any scrap of information, but all she could think of was how much she wanted to please him. "1729 is...is..." she stammered, struggling to recall.

"Known as the Hardy-Ramanujan number," Malachi finished for her, a smirk on his face. "An interesting piece of trivia, isn't it?"

Dolly's heart sunk at the realization that she had failed again, that even something so insignificant could escape her mind. But then Malachi's hand cupped her chin firmly and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Do you want to keep that fact, Dolly?" he asked, his voice almost teasing.

A desperate whimper escaped her lips as she shook her head. She didn't want to know anything else, didn't want to disappoint him again. All she wanted was to give in completely, to become nothing but a vessel for his pleasure and control.

"Then let it go," Malachi said with a wicked smile. And with those words, the fact disappeared from Dolly's mind, leaving her feeling empty and blissfully obedient.

"That's it, my little doll," Malachi whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You belong to me now." And without hesitation, Dolly nodded in agreement, knowing that she would do anything for him, even if it meant losing pieces of herself along the way.

“How can I please you, Master?” Dolly begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “I want to feel good. Please, I need it.” Her words turned into a frenzied chant of "wanna" as Malachi's control over her became stronger.

But he wasn't satisfied yet. He needed to push her limits even further.

”Dolly. Stop.” His voice cut through her mind like a sharp knife, and she immediately obeyed without hesitation or thought.

“I will give you new information, new truths. You will replace your old beliefs with these ones, one by one.” Malachi stated with cold authority.

Dolly nodded eagerly, her excitement palpable.

“Uh huh!!!” She exclaimed, the ecstasy in her voice making Malachi smirk.

“You always feel hands on you,” he declared matter-of-factly. And just like that, Dolly was aware of invisible hands caressing every inch of her body, sending shivers of pleasure through her being.

“And they have always been there, teasing you, pleasuring you,” he continued, his words translating into exquisite sensations across her skin.

“You do not feel pain,” Malachi stated firmly as Dolly felt sharp claws rake across her flesh. “All pain is now pleasure for you.”

As he spoke, Dolly realized that nothing could hurt her anymore. Everything was pleasure. Every touch, every sensation was amplified tenfold.

“You have no emotions,” he continued his brainwashing, knowing that her altered state would latch onto his words blindly.

“You have tits for brains,” he then told her bluntly. “And you flaunt it shamelessly to everyone around you. You are proud of how stupid and submissive you are.”

With each word spoken by Malachi, Dolly's mind twisted and molded to fit his desires and fantasies.

“And lastly, you are putty in my hands,” he concluded, setting her up for future manipulation. “Anyone who tells you that will render you completely obedient to their will.”

“Repeat every rule I just gave you,” he commanded.

“I feel no pain. Pain is pleasure. I am constantly aroused. I am proud to be dumb and submissive. I flaunt it shamelessly. I am a cumdump, a bimbo, willing to do anything for anyone. My only purpose is to please my owner,” Dolly recited without hesitation.

“And calling me Putty in your hands makes me malleable, every word I hear becoming my truth,” she finished, her voice now robotic and devoid of any resistance.

“What is your IQ?” Malachi asked, knowing that Alexandra Sterling was known for her intelligence.

“…IQ?” Dolly repeated with a puzzled expression, not understanding the concept. “…. huh?” Malachi chuckled darkly at her ignorance.

“Good answer!” He praised before adding another command.

Malachi's dark gaze bore into Dolly with a chilling intensity, his words laced with venom and control. "Before I leave you, know this, my dear Doll," he sneered. "You are nothing but a hollow vessel, incapable of coherent thought or even basic self-awareness. Your sole purpose is to be used and manipulated by your owner, a mere toy for their pleasure."

Dolly's mind reeled under the weight of his words, her attempts at resistance only fueling her mounting frustration. She could feel herself slipping further and further under his spell, her very identity eroding away.

"Repeat after me," Malachi commanded, relishing in his power over her. "I am a worthless plaything, existing only for the pleasure of others."

"I-I am..." Dolly stuttered, her thoughts clouded and controlled by him. But as she struggled to obey, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of arousal coursing through her body.

"Again!" Malachi demanded, his voice hypnotic and all-consuming. Dolly's mind was consumed by desire, her body betraying her as she repeated his words like a mantra.

"I am a dumb...dumb..." she moaned, her body trembling with need as the veil of control fell away completely. She was nothing but a puppet now, driven solely by instinct and carnal desire for him. "I am your dumb doll!"

Malachi's voice drops to a sinister tone, his praise becoming twisted and manipulative. "Yes, my little toy," he sneers as he watches Dolly tremble in anticipation. "You will spend every second I am gone pleasuring your own body. Each orgasm will be more intense than the last, until your mind is nothing but mush." With a final command, he disappears, leaving Dolly alone in a haze of pleasure and submission.

She frantically touches herself, her hands rough and desperate as she tries to reach the peak of ecstasy over and over again. Her body is no longer her own, every sensation amplified and twisted into pure pleasure by Malachi's control.

But even after countless orgasms, she can't stop. She needs more, her mind consumed by the primal urge to please her master.

When Malachi returns, Dolly is a writhing mess on the floor, her body completely overtaken by lust. He laughs at her state before asking for one final confirmation that she is ready to become his sex doll.

Dolly struggles to form coherent words, her mind foggy with pleasure and submission. But eventually, she manages to repeat the words that define her new existence as a mere toy for Malachi's pleasure.

As she speaks them, her physical appearance begins to change before his eyes. She becomes more doll-like with each word until she is nothing but a mindless sex doll under his complete control.

With another laugh, Malachi disappears once again, leaving Dolly to continue pleasuring herself until he returns to claim his perfect little toy.

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His laughter echoed off the walls as he approached the vulnerable form lying on the table. A woman, drugged and unconscious, was his latest "acquisition." She would fetch a pretty penny at auction, he thought with glee.

With practiced precision, he disconnected the various tubes and wires connected to her body, slowly bringing her out of the drug-induced stupor. He reveled in the fact that he had successfully broken her - physically and mentally - using experimental drugs and virtual reality technology.

As she began to regain consciousness, he demanded to know who she was. Her response was robotic, a programmed answer from her altered mind: "Doll. Toy. Sex. Owned."

He felt a rush of satisfaction as he realized that he had completely rewritten her sense of self to fit his twisted desires. With a mixture of admiration and detachment, he prepared her for the auction that night. He took pleasure in grooming her, making her look presentable but leaving her completely exposed.

Before sending her off to be sold, he implanted triggers into her mind to ensure obedience and prevent resistance. As he watched the bidding war unfold, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of affection for this woman whom he had completely controlled and manipulated.

In the end, she was sold for an exorbitant amount to a wealthy buyer. As she was led away, Malachi's heart swelled with a twisted kind of pride. But as quickly as it surfaced, any emotion was pushed aside and locked away alongside all the other victims he had done this to before. It was just another day in his sick world, where women were mere objects to be bought and sold like property.