“What about while it’s happening, though? I mean, are they fighting you from the inside, or what?” Summer abruptly rolls over, looking at him. “I think you should use it on me. I want to know what it’s like.”
“Not anyone I’ve controlled, that is,” he says in reply, looking at her as if it’s the most casual thing in the entire world. He can’t help himself, it’s just something that’s habit. Then he deadpans. “Wait, what? You want to see what it’s like to be controlled?”
She nods, just a little bit. Her fear is overridden by curiosity, and she leans closer to him, breathing shallow. She wants to /know/. “Please?”
