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BLACK TIGER – HYPNOTRAPPED!
Part Two By Ebonart
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Black Tiger is the star of two novellas on Smashwords
- Torment:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1163827
- Spellbound:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1354017
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Black Tiger frowned and tried to speak again but all that came out was a low hrrrrr of anger.
“I have not given you permission to speak,” the man said. “Eyes front. You can call me Doctor Hypnos, and all of you are now under my complete control. The infrasonic carrier wave has paralyzed your bodies. It also interacts with your minds in interesting ways. Primarily it suppresses what you might call your free will, placing you in a highly suggestible state.”
Black Tiger let himself relax again. Hypnos grabbed his chin and turned his head. As the man examined his masked face, he examined the man in turn. All he could see were the eyes and the lower half of his face, but it was enough.
Hmm. Early to Mid-thirties. Good health and he’s physically active. That suit isn’t padded; the muscles outlined move too naturally. He’s attracted to the power he has over us. He’s practiced this, probably done tests many times, but this is the first real-world use. The big one, with real consequences. He’s excited. His heartbeat is elevated. His breathing is rapid.
The man stepped closer and Black Tiger felt the man stroke his chest again.
“Understand this, Black Tiger. You are my slave, now. My helpless toy. You are going to steal for me, kill for me, or do anything else I say. You, and your new friends here. You cannot resist and you cannot break free. You can keep the mask for now; I have no interest in your real identity since that person is basically dead. You will never be him again. You will be my tool, Black Tiger. Do you understand?” Hypnos said, his voice calm and controlled, with an undercurrent of triumph.
Black Tiger tried to keep calm. This whole situation.… It was what happened when he was a kid. Not the same, exactly. Those people had used dart guns and gas to capture us, and they took us piecemeal, one and two at a time. Doesn’t mean they can’t have changed their approach.
He narrowed his eyes, sniffed. No. No, this man’s scent wasn’t familiar. He wasn’t one of them. Or at least, he’d never been at the Canadian facility. The scents of everyone there were chiseled into his memory.
Black Tiger’s amber eyes flashed with anger, but all he could do was slowly nod his head.
As he did so, though, he wanted to smile. Interesting. That was not a command, really. That was asking me a question. I should have been able to shake my head, or at least say no. But I nodded. So, something else is also giving commands, somehow. Okay, then. I wonder if Hypnos designed this thing. Could he be under its control as well, or does he simply not know what it’s doing?
Hypnos looked around, then waved at the others. “Everyone follow me to the van. Stay quiet and calm. Get in the van and sit. Wait for my further commands.”
Black Tiger fell in line along with the other men and the woman as Hypnos led them out through the loading dock area to a nondescript black van parked close by. They got in and sat. Black Tiger tried to talk but all he could do was open his mouth. The command to ‘stay quiet’ seemed to include everything.
He noticed Hypnos got in on the passenger side. He has minions. I wonder if they are controlled as well? He’s not stopping to remove the projectors from the warehouse. Either he plans to have someone else do it or he doesn’t need to worry about other people wondering what they are. Fuck. This whole mess was a trap from the beginning.
As they rode, he watched the others. They watched him, and everyone else.
Andrei was young for a bratva lieutenant; mid- to late-twenties. The woman was the same. The other men all looked older, in their late twenties and early thirties. To a one, they were hard and tough. All had the air of experienced gunmen. Not a surprise. Santos and Pozdnyak would have brought their best.
Black Tiger tried to memorize the turns they took and counted out the time between them. By the time they stopped, he’d worked out that they were somewhere within two blocks or so of Sater Square. Heavy industrial area, most businesses here closed after the last downturn, or were automated distribution points. It was isolated from the rest of the surrounding city by crumbled streets and abandoned cars. I could feel the van move around rough areas at least twice.
The van stopped and Hypnos opened the back doors a few seconds later. No one else was around. “Follow me,” he said as they walked into a large cargo elevator and descended at least fifty feet underground.
The area they walked in to was obviously repurposed, and recently. The lights were on, and again Black Tiger felt the walking-underwater symptoms of the infrasonic projector. He fought not to follow, but he was a passenger in his own body.
Andrei and he were led into a cell and left there. The sliding steel-barred door shut and locked. Black Tiger bent his head slightly. He could hear the others being led further down the corridor and locked into cells along the way.
Suddenly Black Tiger stumbled. He could move again. The stunning omnipresent infrasonic hum was gone. He turned just in time to dodge Andrei’s rush, and club the man on the back of the head with his elbow as he stumbled past. Andrei screamed curses at him in Russian.
“The heck, man? We’re in the same boat, here,” Black Tiger said as Andrei rounded on him and he settled easily into a boxing stance. “Stay cool.”
“What have you done to me? What the hell was that?” Andrei said after he switched from Russian to English.
Black Tiger took a step back and let his arms drop. “I didn’t do any of this. Or did you not see I was as much a prisoner as you are?”
“He was talking to you! The masked man! You are in this together!” Andrei snapped.
Black Tiger stayed silent. Saying anything is just going to wind him up more , he thought.
A hologram blossomed in mid-air and began to pulse with a swirling spiral. Black Tiger shut his eyes and turned his head instinctively, then kept them shut as he backed away from Andrei until he hit a wall.
“No! No…” he heard Andrei moan.
“Don’t look at it!” Black Tiger said.
“Too late, Black Tiger,” Hypnos’ voice came from the ceiling. “You are mine, now!”
