You’ve been called in to meet with me, and as soon as I tell you to sit and look at you with my dark, suggestive eyes you begin to feel weak and light-headed. I find it almost cute, how stupid and malleable you are. When I get out my pendant, your mind empties and you turn into a brainless, agreeable drone. It will be so easy to shape you into the kind of slave I want. You’re so weak-minded. Long-term slavery is your future. You will easily adjust to this new reality. Now you’re mine to do with as I please.