
“Simon Says come to the den...” The three girls smiled as a wave of pleasure filled them before drifting like sleepwalkers out of Sarah's room and towards the den. The hum followed them, emanating from wireless speakers set all over the house. The girls’ minds were blank, filled with the hum and the pleasure of doing what they were told so none of them showed any reaction when they came into the large room and found Mr. Hill sitting at a large bank of electronics. His back was to the mishmash of technology, computers wired to mixing boards wired to a lot of other unidentifiable stuff. A bright predatory smile lit his face as his eyes drank in the three half-dressed young girls standing before him with glazed eyes and blank expressions. He adjusted the noise canceling headphones he was wearing before turning around to a microphone on the desk and speaking, “Simon Says it feels good to obey, smile for Simon.” His voice was processed and came out of the speakers along with the humming noise he had spent so many years perfecting. Moments later large smiles grew on the face of his daughter and her two friends, it felt good to obey, smiling was just natural. *Image courtesy of sleepymaid*
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