Chapter 1: Going to the Smith House.
On a bright, sunny day in the charming town of Ironton, Missouri, Bobbi Parker was busy in her cozy living room, tackling her household chores with a cheerful spirit. She had just finished washing the dishes in the kitchen sink, loading the dirty clothes into the washer, vacuuming the floors, and making the beds. Now, she was focused on tidying up the living room, dusting every surface while humming a delightful tune.
At 44 years old, Bobbi stood 5'7" tall, with shoulder-length black hair framing her warm brown eyes. She was a devoted single mother to her 17-year-old son, Joshua Parker, who towered at 6'7" with short light brown hair and gentle brown eyes. Balancing her responsibilities, Bobbi also worked as a beloved librarian at the Ozark Public Library. Known for her kindness and generosity, she always went the extra mile to assist patrons in finding the perfect book. Everyone who visited the library admired and cherished her for her unwavering support and friendly demeanor.
Joshua was a senior at Arcadia Valley High School, eagerly preparing for graduation. As Bobbi carefully dusted a beautiful ceramic vase, she heard the front door creak open. Setting the vase gently on the table, she turned around to see Joshua's best friend, Craig Roth, stepping inside. At 18 years old, Craig stood tall at 6'7", his short blonde hair catching the light and his striking blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Hey there, Craig." "Why did you come over here?" Bobbi asked.
Craig raised his arm slowly, his fingers snapping with a soft, rhythmic sound that echoed in the stillness. Bobbi felt a gentle shiver run through her, her breath catching in her throat as she stood frozen, as if time itself had paused. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her gaze lifted toward the ceiling, her expression blank yet entranced, lost in a mesmerizing moment that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Craig said, "Hello, Mrs. Parker, slowly turn around and look at the wall in the dining room."
Bobbi, mesmerized, turned slowly and gazed up at the ceiling. Craig approached her, standing beside her in silence.
"Mrs. Parker, I want you to focus on my voice and let go, let go, let go, let go. As you let go, every muscle in your body begins to unwind and relax. Your senses, thoughts, and worries are gently drifting away; your entire body feels light and free, as if you are floating, and you feel completely at ease and receptive right now. When your son comes back, you will act naturally, but my voice will be the only one you hear," Craig said.
Bobbi replied, "Yes, I will obey you," in a monotone voice.
Craig's smile deepened as he gently caressed her shoulder-length black hair, his fingers gliding through the strands with a soothing rhythm. He traced the delicate curve of her neck, each stroke a whisper of calm that enveloped her in a tranquil embrace.
In a state of deep hypnosis, Bobbi remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the dining room wall, her eyes lifted toward the ceiling as Craig gently caressed her shoulders and arms, weaving a spell of tranquility around her.
After about an hour, Bobbi's son Joshua entered the living room, quietly shutting the door behind him, catching the attention of both Bobbi and Craig.
Bobbi asked, "Oh, Joshua, hello. How was school?"
Joshua said, "It was fine."
He began to head toward his bedroom as Craig inched closer to Bobbi's ear, gently brushing aside her shoulder-length black hair.
Craig whispered in Bobbi's ear, "Good Girl."
