Elena POV
I signed the consent form with a shaking hand and still whispered “yes” when he told me to get on my knees.
The form sat on the low table between us, black ink still wet where my name ended.
‘Informed consent for advanced hypnotic induction and somatic release protocols.”
Marcus had written the language himself. I read every line. I understood every risk. My signature still looked like it belonged to someone else.
Friday evening. The building was empty. The receptionist had gone home hours ago. The lamp in his office cast the same warm circle it always had, but the air felt different.
Marcus stood behind his chair, sleeves rolled, dark shirt open at the throat. He watched me the way he had from the first session, only now there was no professional distance left to hide
