He snapped his fingers. Every light in the house died except a single spotlight on Lena. She felt her own face projected onto the massive back screen—her panic, her defiance, her slow, horrifying smile as his voice rewired her fear into bliss.
He pointed to a man in the front row. “You. Stand up.”
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.
He snapped his fingers. Every light in the house died except a single spotlight on Lena. She felt her own face projected onto the massive back screen—her panic, her defiance, her slow, horrifying smile as his voice rewired her fear into bliss.
He pointed to a man in the front row. “You. Stand up.” mind control theatre
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. He snapped his fingers