Hypnotic Prophecy

The woman’s screams faded into the background as the knife cut into her sternum issuing a sound like fabric being torn underwater. Blood oozed out, mixed with sweat, and trailed the sharp blade as it moved slowly downward. When it reached the belly button, the killer paused for just a moment to savor the work.

The cutter allowed the woman’s screams to penetrate the shield of silence so they could be cherished. Moans burned as the executioner tried to hold them inside. Eventually, they burst out in a long, unrelenting groan of pleasure.

Hands slid into the gash and the killer’s breath became ragged gasps. Blood flowed over a thick gold ring with a purple gemstone—class of ’89. There was a smell of fear and imminent demise—the most intoxicating aromas known to the cutter.

Crawling on top of the woman was easy as her strength waned. The hands spread the incision open and blood gushed in a torrent. This was one of the attacker’s favorite parts. This is when the heart spilled the victim's life away faster as adrenaline commanded it to work harder.

The hands disappeared inside the chest cavity and ecstasy took hold as they gripped the still beating organ inside. The woman teetered on the brink of death, her existence in the attacker’s control. The hands shook. A deeper moan escaped the killer as an orgasm took control.

After a moment, the hands clutched in anger and the killer spoke.

“Bye bitch.”



Emily’s eyes snapped open. Her patient was still as stone in the chair in front of her. She took a moment to compose herself. The vision was the strongest one, yet. She reached under her skirt and her face flushed as she felt the dampness of her panties. She forced the smile from her face as she closed her hand around the maroon pendant she used to put her clients into a trance. She wrapped the delicate chain around her fist, and gave it a seductive kiss.

“Mr. Giles, can you hear me?”

The man’s eyelids fluttered and his lip twitched. “I can hear you.” The words came out like a robot from a b-rated sci-fi movie.

“On the count of three, you will awake refreshed. You won’t remember anything after falling into the trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“One, two, and three.” Emily snapped her fingers and Stephen Giles woke up.

“How do you feel, Mr. Giles?”

“I feel great. I don’t remember a thing, though.” His face wrinkled in confusion. “Did it work? Will I quit smoking?”

Emily gave the man her best bedside smile. “Hypnosis doesn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I just offered some suggestions—encouragement. The rest is up to you.”

“I really do want to quit. My father died of cancer last month.”

“Only time will tell. I think you were very receptive to the treatment.”

“That's great. Thank you.”

Emily reached out and grabbed Giles’s outstretched hand. Heat rose in her as she felt his thick gold ring rub her palm. She looked down at his hand. The ring had a purple gemstone. Etched into the band was 1989.

After Giles left, Emily held the red pendant in front of her face. Its magic pulsed and emanated unnatural warmth. Emily didn’t know if it just showed her the future or if it allowed her to change it. Either way, the experience was exhilarating.

She hurried to her private bathroom. She needed to relax herself while the vision was fresh in her mind. She only had a few minutes before her next appointment.

*          *          *

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Eve.”

“Please, call me Lilith.” Hollow cheeks and deep wrinkles tightened around large pale eyes as the woman smiled. Something about the eyes made Emily’s heart race with both fear and erotic pleasure.

Emily guided Lilith to the patient seat in a rush. Her legs felt like jelly.

“So you are here because you need help finding a lost item, correct?” Emily asked.

“Yes, it was lost many years ago, but I think you can help me find it.” Lilith stared back at Emily with a piercing intensity.

Emily wondered for a moment what it would be like to bed the woman. Lilith broke her gaze and flashed an eerie grin, releasing Emily from her distraction.

Emily produced the pendant and held it in front of Lilith’s eyes. “Now, I want you to follow the jewel with your eyes. Let the swaying relax you.”

The victim sat in a chair, unaware of her impending doom. This was for the best. The attacker didn’t do this for pleasure—not this time.

Emily wondered what this meant. Never had she entered her visions without a desire for the kill. It was what the pendant did. That was its magic. She lived the kill through the eyes of the murderer.

“You have something of mine,” Lilith’s voice said. Emily wondered why she didn’t leave the trance. Every time before, the killer’s voice broke it.

The woman screamed.

“Your grandmother had a bad habit of taking things that didn’t belong to her. I’ve been looking for it for near a hundred years. Now, you will give it back.”

Emily fought against the vision. She didn’t want to be a part of it. There was no thrill.

“Please, can I keep it? I’ll give you anything you want.”

The victim stood up. Lilith’s hand pushed her back down. The other hand held a sharp, jagged knife.

“My dear, I already plan on taking what I want.”

Emily smelled fear from the woman in the chair. Lilith swung the knife down. It pierced the woman’s chest, crushing through her breastbone, and stopping at the hilt.

Lilith reached down and pulled something from the woman’s hand.

“At last.”



Emily gasped as her eyes opened. A shadow fell over her and she looked up.

“You have something of mine,” Lilith said. Emily screamed as she recognized the knife in her hand.





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