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The Interview
“Just tell me what happened, Emma,” the policewoman said.
Emma took a deep breath. “I don’t know, exactly… I was… I mean… when I suddenly realised what was happening, I was wearing a corset, high heels, crotchless panties, and I was somewhere I didn’t recognise, and I didn’t know why.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. I mean… not then. But there was… moaning. So I went to see what was going on, and…”
“What did you see?”
“My best friend… going down on a guy.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know… he was important, somehow, but I don’t know his name.”
“Do you remember him at all?”
“He was… hot.”
“Alright. What about him was hot?”
“Nothing, really. Average everything.”
“But he was hot?”
“I think so.”
“That’s not a great description for us, I’m afraid, Emma. Try to remember, please.”
Emma closed her eyes. “I don’t know?”
“What about his height?”
“Normal?”
“His hair?”
“Brown? Scruffy.”
“Do you remember his eyes?”
Silence.
“Do you remember his eyes, Emma?”
“I couldn’t see them from the door, but…”
“But?”
“But… I remember them, yes.”
“Describe them for me.”
“Um…”
“What colour are they?”
“Blue,” Emma sighed.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve seen them.”
“Up close?”
“Yes…”
“What kind of blue?”
“So clear. So vivid.”
“So easy to get lost in,” the policewoman said.
“Yes,” Emma said, faintly.
“And you did.”
“Yes.”
“You sank so deep.”
“So deep…”
“You let yourself sink.”
“Um.”
“You let yourself sink, didn’t you?”
Emma swallowed. “Yes.”
“You were hypnotised.”
“I was hypnotised.”
“You are hypnotised.”
“I am hypnotised.”
“You will come with me to the master.”
“I will come with you to the Master.”