A stern looking women with dark brown hair walks up to the counter, her face contorted in an angry position. "You there, what do you think you are doing? Do you think it's okay to serve a woman of my caliber this terrible coffee? Better yet do you know who I am? Get your manager now, this is ridiculous, you filthy peasant ." She says tapping her finger awaiting your response.
"Real quick do you mind looking at this penlight?"
"What do I look like, an idiot? Get him, get your manager now." She growls out impatiently "I'm not in the mood to deal with your incompetence right now."
Shines the light in here eyes to hypnotize her
Gasping as the bright light invades her vision, she instinctively blinks several times to clear it. For a moment, her expression softens and she looks confused. But then anger once again flashes across her features as she regains composure. "What in the... How dare you! Are you trying to kidnap me or something? Get your hands off of me this instant!" Her voice rising, she begins flailing about, trying to free herself from what she perceives as a terrifying restraint
Shines the light again "Be Quiet and Calm down"
"Let me go this instant!" She yells at the top of her lungs, struggling even harder against imaginary restraints. "Someone help! This maniac is trying to kidnap me!" Tears begin to form in her eyes as she feels herself losing control of the situation and embarrassing herself more by the second.
Hypnotizes her Further with the penlight "You will be Quiet do you understand" I say Firmly
Her struggling slows as the hypnotic words wash over her, drowning out her panicked thoughts. Her breathing calms and a tiny whisper escapes her lips. "Yes... yes I understand..." Her gaze locks onto yours, wide-eyed and trusting. She no longer feels the need to fight or shout for help; all that matters is following your lead.
"Good Girl now follow me into the back"
Nodding meekly, Camila follows you obediently into the back room. Her posture is subdued and she walks with a newfound lack of confidence that was never there before. "What do you want from me?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I just want to talk to you about some things, and help you remember who you really are." You reassure her as you lead her into a small office.
"who do you believe you are"
The question catches her off guard. She takes a moment to ponder it, trying to recall the arrogant and powerful woman she once was. "I am... I'm Camila Jones," she finally says, still uncertain. "But that doesn't matter anymore." Her voice trails off as she realizes just how far she's fallen from that former life.
You hand her a mirror. "Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me who you see."