Mistress of Hypnosis

Mistress of Hypnosis By. Kida (Araya Grisdale)

"Unhand me, you vile demons! I demand an explanation for this! Unhand me, I say!"
Thomas was being dragged helplessly towards the entrance of the castle. His blood was racing, his heart was pounding, and his nerves were shot. Two butlers, dressed entirely in black-aside from their black and white striped masks around their eyes-remained silent as they lifted the boy up the stairs to the door. Finally, the servant on the right of Thomas hissed in a snake-like tone, "Our Mistress will certainly be pleased with this one," he whispered in a light snicker, "you know how much she loves those who resist and fight her power."
The two servants chuckled deeply within their throats, the servant to the left of Thomas replied, "Oh, yes! She will be most pleased with us! Perhaps she'll even reward us with another entrancive gift." The two servants seemed awfully giddy to Thomas for such a thing...however, Thomas didn't have much time to think before they were at the large, front doors of the dark castle.
The castle itself was a frightening picture; Its tall structure had large windows that seemed to howl and lash their curtains against the harsh wind. There was even a large rose garden a few yards from the entrance...it had a golden statue of a giant serpent coiled around a screaming rabbit right in the middle of the reddened flower bed.
Thomas instantly lost his nerve, "Unhand me! Now!"
Thomas struggled as much as he could muster against the strong grip of the two servants, seeming to bring them back to reality from their previous discussion. "Enough with your squirming, boy!" The servant on the left shouted, striking Thomas across the face with the back of his hand. The servant on the right gasped, "No! Don't do that! Do you have any idea what the Mistress will do you to you if she finds a single bruise on him???" The servant on the right grabbed the left servant's wrist, stopping a second blow. "Besides, he'll be tamed soon enough. So please, let's just get him to the room so he can be taken care of. I must admit that I'm not very fond of this squirming kid, either. However, orders are orders!"
Thomas had no idea how this happened. The last thing he could remember was his simple task of delivering newspapers up the down the streets of London. Thomas remembered that he had to pick up the pace, considering it was getting dark and the moon was already beginning to rise. So, he began to run quickly, door-to-door, just tossing and weaving as fast as he could...then he heard something.
Thomas suddenly gasped to himself, remembering what the sound was. It was a music!
And what music it was! It sounded like two flutes being played far in the distance. He also remembered this strange feeling he got when he heard that music echo off the London walls.

He remembered feeling something…frightfully odd.
It was this sleepy, soothed feeling that slithered up and down his spine with every musical change in the notes.
That music...that beautiful music...turned his entire world black.
"Oomph!"
Thomas was instantly broken from his train of thought as he was tossed into a large, dark room.
"That's enough day-dreaming, my boy. Now, hold still!" Thomas suddenly felt the two finely-dressed men come straight at him with ropes! Thomas felt one servant grab his wrists, tying them tightly behind his back as the other servant grabbed his ankles and knees and tied them together as well. "No! Please no! I didn't do anything wrong, I swear!" screamed Thomas, utterly at a loss of his sanity. "I'll pay you whatever you want! I won't even report to the authorities! Please, just let me go!"
"Charming offer," said the servant holding Thomas's wrists. “However, we are not interested in such materialistic things...at least not anymore." The two butlers lifted Thomas up and pulled him over to a small, curved chair made out of soft silk and velvet. Thomas was plopped down onto his rump rather harshly, but the chair cushioned his fall without any harm. The finely-dressed butlers snickered and chuckled to each other, their excitement caused cold chills to run up and down Thomas's spine. What was going to happen to him? What did he do? And more importantly, who was behind all of this?
"Now, you just stay put, little man," hissed one of the servants. "Our Mistress will be here soon. And I must say that you will make a fine addition to her collection." The other servant leaned over to Thomas, gently grasping his chin into the palm of his hand, "Yes-s-s-s, a lovely addition, indeed..." Thomas whimpered quietly and shuddered as he watched his captors step back and stroll out of the room. They closed the door and left Thomas all alone in the darkness.
"Oh god," Thomas whimpered, his eyes darting with panic, "I've got to get out of here!"
But how could he? His entire body was bound with ropes!
Thomas's head swam with anxieties, never before had he been so frightened. Thomas looked about the room, trying to find something to cut his bounds with...but there was nothing. Thomas took his time to finally drink in his surroundings in the hopes of finding something that could provide freedom. This room was so dark that Thomas couldn't see very much and the only light given was the soft glow of the moon through a small window behind Thomas, and a small, lit fireplace to Thomas's left. The red curtains of the window seemed to wave and wonder at the slight wind coming from outside. Thomas could feel the soft carpet below his feet and the warmth of the fire upon his face and neck. He could also see a small, black table in the corner of the room. It seemed to have some sort of red suit case on top of it...
This room, Thomas thought, suddenly feeling strange upon his current settings, it's so inviting...and strangely tranquil. Thomas suddenly felt light-head. For some reason he didn't feel the need to move, as if this room was casting some sort of spell over him. The warm fireplace, the soft carpet, and the enchanting red curtains that moved with such grace against the wind.