Page 92 of Love Me in the Dark
It was more subtle for some than it was for others, but every single person on this earth gave away what they were really thinking with one single expression. Whether it be a tug at the corner of their mouth, a slightly raised brow, or an obvious snort, it was there. All anyone had to do was pay attention.
I, of course, was the exception. That was the benefit of going as deeply into the human psyche as I had. I knew what my tells were and how to hide them. No one, and I mean no one knew what I was really thinking.
My office for example… It appeared to be an upscale place. A comfortable leather couch, with a large cherrywood desk and fully lined bookshelves. No one knew about the cameras I had hidden, recording my patients darkest secrets.
Some might say I was violating patient-doctor confidentiality, but was I really? A lot of psychiatrists recorded their sessions, and I wasn’t sharing this information with anyone. It was more of a catalog of things I could use should I need to.
Besides, who was going to stop me?
People sought my professional help for a reason. Usually for a reason they wanted to keep quiet. I didn’t turn on the cameras for everyone, but if a state senator happened to walk into my office…
“Sir,” my receptionist Wanda called out through the intercom. “The Galveston’s are here for their appointment.”
Excellent.
Bracing my elbows on the desk, I leaned forward and clicked the button to respond. “Thank you Wanda.”
Today’s appointment would be one where I did use my hidden devices. Not because I thought Bill or his wife had anything particularly interesting to say. They were quite boring actually. Honestly, I didn’t know why they insisted on couple’s counselling. The biggest problem they had was which brand of laundry detergent to use.
The purpose for today’s recording was purely for my own personal pleasure.
I took a few minutes to check my emails before clicking on the remote in my pocket. Having a button installed in my office to turn on the cameras may have been a simpler option, but then I ran the risk of Wanda stumbling across it. That and I didn’t like giving up control.
After I made a few minor adjustments–siding the metronome on my desk forward and straightening my suit jacket–I tapped the button on the intercom. “Send them in.”
It was time to greet my patients.
I sat back, listening to the leather in my chair creak as the door opened.
Wanda was the first to enter, followed by Bill then his wife June. My eyes skimmed over June’s bare calves and up to the hemline of her pencil skirt. She wasn’t a bad looking woman by any means. Thick mane of dark hair and bright eyes. What she was doing with Bill I never understood. He was a rather plain fellow with a touch of a beer belly. His store was however, quite successful.
How would his pretty little wife feel if she knew what he liked to do on his days off at my club? Maybe when our time was done, I’d let her know that today’s session was because of her husband’s latest visit to Malum. And what he did to one ofmygirls.
I folded my hands on my lap and waited for Bill and June to take a seat.
Just like she did with every other appointment, Wanda slid her gaze my way and asked, “will there be anything else?”
“No, Wanda,” I waved her off. “Thank you.”
She gave me a nod and left, closing the door behind her, which was when I turned my attention to my patients.
“What would you like to discuss today?”
June started by rambling off on tedious things. Bill not picking up his towel, or putting the toilet seat down and such.
I listened to her talk, making the appropriate‘uh huh’s’and nods, before reaching out and clicking on the metronome.
It wasn’t the gentle tick, tick, tick, wafting through the room that drown their voices out. It was the effect that sound had on their minds. Here’s an interesting fact, most people don’t knowthey’ve been hypnotized unless the one doing it wants them to. Meaning, every time someone walked into a psychiatrist’s office, they ran the risk of being at his complete and utter control. Much like these two were now.
June was hunched forward with her eyes closed and head down, while Bill’s head was back, resting against the couch. I could do anything I wanted to them right now. Beat them, kill them, fuck them, and they wouldn’t do a thing to fight back. They wouldn’t even say a word without my permission. Like lambs to the slaughter.
Rolling my chair back, I rose to my feet and cleared my throat. “You will now wake up Bill, but you won’t be able to move or speak unless I say so.”
The hazed over look clouding Bill’s dark eyes washed away and was quickly replaced with confusion.
I waited and watched as he tried to move, then struggle to speak. Until finally realization set in and he slid his gaze over to his wife.
“Bill, Bill, Bill.” I tsked while walking over to sit on the coffee table in front of him. “Did you think there wouldn’t be any repercussions.” When I saw his lips twitch, I added, “you may speak, but no yelling.”
