Therapy

I was floating.  Doctor Diaz said I was, so it's what I felt.  My mind knew I was under her hypnosis, but it accepted her whispered, warm narrative.  Embraced the reality she set for me.

"Christopher, you've done well in our last appointments.  Opened up, and let me know everything.  That's good.  I'm proud of you."

Doctor Diaz's compliment felt so wonderful.

She continued, "You struggle with confidence.  You confessed you feel like a doormat in life."

I murmured agreement.

"Yes, there are ways to build the confidence you seek.  There is also an alternative..."

Doctor Diaz paused a moment, and let me float aimlessly in her hypnotic state.

"You see Christopher, you're a gem.  Quite unique.  Oh, I've encountered many like you, and helped a great many of them.  You though, possess a combination of personality traits which are just . . . wow, I honestly can't put it into words."

I started to feel uneasy, but Doctor Diaz calmed me with a single word:  "Relax."

Even with my eyes closed I could sense her smile.

"See?  You react with complete obedience.  I've never treated a patient like you.  So perfectly moldable.  Your submissiveness.  Your shyness.  Your each and every weakness . . . I believe . . . correction, I KNOW I can amplify them millions of times over."

Her chuckles echoed all around me,

"Christopher, you are no longer floating.  You are now.  In.  The.  Palm.  Of.  My.  Hand."

I whimpered as the sensations she created warped around me.

"You feel it?  Yes?  Of course you do.  That vivid imagination of yours is just one of the qualities that makes this so easy."

Part of my conscious tried to wake me, but Doctor Diaz's voice easily overpowered it.

"In the palm of my hand.  That means you are utterly weak.  And I am strong.  Isn't that correct?"

"Yes, Doctor Diaz."

She laughed softly.  "Yes, Doctor.  Actually Christopher, you will refer to me as . . . God.  Because that's what I am to you.  God.  I am your religion."

I felt my thoughts change, molding to her words.  "Oh no" I whispered.

"Oh yes." She interrupted with a throaty chuckle.  "Doctor Annabelle Diaz is your God.  Now say it."

The small part of me resisting her cruel game was far too weak.  The words she desired to hear left my mouth, "Doctor Annabelle Diaz is my God."

"Very good.  Christopher, I'm going to end our session for today.  When you wake up . . . I will still be your God.  Is that clear?"

"Yes God."

She clicked her finger, and my eyes opened.  I was awake.

The moment I looked at Doctor Diaz, I felt awe and fear.  I was in the presence of God.  She gazed at me from her chair, a smirk on her face.  Without hesitation, I flung myself from the couch and groveled at her feet.

"Very good Christopher.  Now our sessions are just really getting started.  You will return in two days, with the deed to your home.  It will be mine.  Understood?"

"Yes God."

She grinned, "Good boy.  Before you drag your pathetic ass out of my sight. . . Kiss. "

Her outstretched foot was in front of me, and my lips instantly touched the toe of her shoe.  As I kissed, God laughed.

"Oh Christopher, I'm going to use you all up, and toss you away in no time, and you know what?  You're still going to think I'm God!  Isn't that funny?"

"Yes God."

She dismissed me with a wave of her hand.  "Go. Until next time, don't forget to pray to me."

"Yes God."