Tim slid into his parents bed room as they slept peacefully. Clutched between his desperate fingers lie a purple gem of mysterious origin. Sold to him in a mysterious yard sale. The strange old woman that sold Tim the crystal told him that the gem could be used to bend others to his desires.
Tip toeing to his father Harold he touched the gem to Harold's forehead. The gem sunk into his father's flesh. The man's eyelids shot open to reveal two bright purple voids. Even though Tim was prepared for this outcome, the scene still caused him to jump back in surprise a little.
This was good. Harold was now open to any and all suggestion. His conscious mind could be rewritten by any commands feed to him in this state. Tim grinned from ear to ear. "Harold can you hear me?" Harold droned a response in a low monotone voice. "Yes master. I hear and obey" Tim rubbed his hands together snickering evilly. "Harold when you awake you will believe without a shadow of a doubt that-"
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