Resonance
Copyright© 2017 by Demosthenes
Chapter 15
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 15 - A Canadian teenager discovers he has an incredibly rare ability... and that all gifts have consequences. Includes an appendix with glossary and maps.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Romantic BiSexual Fiction Interracial First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Slow Violence
I returned to the Royal. Sat in my room for days, feeling as if the smallest movement would shatter me into a thousand pieces. Shin Bet guards stood around me, motionless and silent, sunrise to sunset. There was no communication from Yael.
Eventually, I sent some of them to collect my things. Found the deed to the duplex. Signed it over to her.
I wrapped things up, as best I could. Rolled up my contacts in every government department. It was their country now. They could make of it what they will.
I let my security go, one by one. Until there was only Yakob left.
“Sit, Captain.”
I was in a recliner on the Royal’s west side, facing the blue of the Mediterranean.
“I’d prefer to stand, bos.” He remained in hands-ready position, feet slightly apart, hands above his waist, eyes scanning the hotel.
“Of course.” I paused for a moment. “Our time together has come to an end, Yakob.”
“Bos?” He looked down, distracted for just a moment.
“I no longer require your services. I’ll be leaving Israel tomorrow.”
“The airport? But surely -”
I smiled thinly. “I’ll be leaving as a private citizen on a commercial flight, Yakob. My work here is done. I’m no threat to anyone anymore.” I gazed out at the ocean. “But I’ve left something for you.”
“Sir?”
“Shin Bet will be offering you an extremely generous early retirement package tomorrow, Yakob. I hope that you’ll choose to take it.”
He resumed scanning the facade of the hotel. “Wouldn’t know what to do with myself, sir.”
“You can think about that. Travel, perhaps. Visit places where there’s no-one else in a hundred miles.”
“Places like that still exist?”
“I understand that they do.” I rose from the recliner and extended my hand. “Good luck, Yakob.”
“Sir.” He seemed momentarily flustered, then altered his stance slightly to take my hand.
I dropped my voice. “You are dismissed, Captain. Go live your life.”
He blinked. “Bos.” Nodded once. And turned, walking away from the hotel without looking back.
I stood outside my mother’s home. Thick white flakes of snow fell around me, collecting in the seams of the black messenger bag over my shoulder. The snow was melting in my hair, sending trickles of icewater down the back of my neck.
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