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The first thing Maisie noticed as she woke up was that the room was completely blank. Completely white and featureless, a perfect cube with no obvious door.
She shook her head, curls of dark, conditioned hair moved past her face as the fuzzy clouds around her vision dispersed. Clarity didn't help, the room was still a colourless plain devoid of any hope for escape. But Maisie didn't panic yet, because the three other colourful shapes around the room had come into focus, each similarly waving their hair and making groggy noises.

"G-g-girls?" Maisie's mouth was chattering uncontrollably. It wasn't that the room was cold, though Maisie was now noticing it was uncomfortably chilly. It was just the fear. The feeling of not being safe. Someone had done something to her...

"Maisie? Is that you?" A red and black blur congealed into Rose, still wearing the dress she had on at the reception.

"Yeah... It's me... What's going on?"

Then a swirl of yellow out of the corner of her eye told Maisie that Natalie had shaken off whatever drugs had got them there. The superstar was still wearing her trademark smirk. "Girls, calm down. I know this is probably your first experience of this kind of thing. I've only had a couple of stalkers kidnap me before. It always sorts itself out in a couple of hours, right Emilia?"

The final figure, looking more like a marble statue in a simple white dress and perfect white skin, moved into a fragile seated position, cradling her knees. "I don't know, Natalie. I've only experienced it once, and it was almost a day. I can't feel so confident..."

Maisie looked at Rose as she heard the redhead make a panicked noise, and briefly saw Natalie send a scornful look Emilia's way.

"Look, trust me. Rose, Maisie. You're going to be fine. They'll notice we're gone within minutes, and then the police will find this place. And then we'll be safe. We should just relax in this weird room." Natalie settled down into a relaxed, cross-legged position, leaning on the wall. She was still smirking, as if challenging their prison to keep them trapped.

But Emilia still looked sullen, and Maisie was more surprised when Rose piped up.

"Oh, come on, Natalie! You expect me to fucking believe that!? We need to DO something to get out!" The fiery actress was stood up now, pacing back and forth on the utterly flat floor. "And you can get off your arrogant ass and help. Somehow!"

Between Emilia's resigned sobs, Natalie's condescending retort and the pure anger coming from Rose, Maisie was lost. She needed to do something. Anything. It was all too much. Her head was spinning. She clutched it with her hands to centre herself and cover her ears from the argument around her.

And then she saw something on the wall.

She inched over, pulling herself with her legs like a baby who hadn't quite learned to walk. A pattern, a moving pattern on an otherwise unremarkable patch of white.

This was it. Maisie had found a way to escape.

All she needed to do was work out what the pattern meant. She started simply, it was like a circle, but not complete. And it just kept spinning and spinning, she couldn't see which way. She had to concentrate. The voices of her arguing co-stars faded out as she let her entire consciousness become centred around the strange image.

And with that focus she realised what was going on with the image. It was two spirals, one spiralling outwards, one moving in towards a centre. Maisie immediately knew it was important to focus on that centre. She knew she should just let the other spiral wash past her vision while she focused on the one pulling her in. She could escape if she focused completely on the spiral.

Wait. Now that she couldn't hear the voices of her 'friends', still shouting at each other about the situation, she could hear something else. Faint, coming from the walls. From the nice spiral. A voice. Familiar, but Maisie couldn't place it. She had to listen to it. She had to listen to it and keep staring at the nice spiral. It's not like she could look away, anyway, it was attracting her gaze like a magnet. Pulling her eyes from it would be too painful. She couldn't. She had to stare. She had to listen to the voice. It was counting down, she knew that now.

10, she was doing well to focus on the inward spiral

9, she just had to keep staring and she'd know what she was here for

8, she really wanted to keep staring, it was important to know why she was trapped here

7, she didn't need to focus on the other spiral, just let it wash away all her other thoughts

6, her only thoughts were the ones she was hearing now

5, nothing else mattered, just listening and staring

4, she believed everything she was told and let the spirals do what they had to do

3, one spiral kept her trapped, one washed away her thoughts

2, she was helpless, she was mindless

1, she had no free will

0. She had to obey.

Rose was tired of arguing with that smug bitch Natalie. To be honest, she'd realised the blonde starlet had a point about ten minutes ago, but she was just too pissed off about the whole situation to stop venting. It's not like Emilia was helping, just sighing in the corner about how they might as well get comfortable and wait for the stalker to appear.

So she had resolved to stewing angrily next to a wall, kicking it ineffectually, while Natalie tried to condescend to Emilia for a while. Rose knew that Natalie and Emilia were both right, they'd probably be found soon, so the might as well just relax and hope the stalker didn't get to them first.

Then Maisie, who was sitting cross-legged across the room in complete silence, piped up.

"I'm really excited about us all becoming slaves of Master Kit."

KIT?

The red mist rose again.

"What the fuck are you saying about my fiancée you little tart!?"

"Wait, what the hell is this?" That was Natalie, not so composed now.

"You're all going to be slaves like me. It will be really fun to serve him together." Maisie's face was like a junkie on a high, wearing a smile that was simultaneously enviable and creepy, especially given the situation, but her voice had none of the excitement in her words. It was completely flat, without any personality of intonation. Fucking creepy is what it was.

But before she could get to the short girl who was off her rocker, Natalie was in Rose's face, her smirk replaced by an angry frown.

"What on earth are you planning with that monotone fuck?"

"Do not go there, Natalie. I don't know what the hell's going on. For God's sake, Maisie's just gone mad!"

"You expect me to believe that? Your fucking fiancée has kidnapped us and you don't know what's going on?"

"So you're believing the girl who seems to be on drugs over me? Real mature handling of the situation, Nat!"

The two women were leaning into each other, irate faces inches apart with hands balled into fists. Maisie, for her part, serenely smiled nearby. But Emilia was the one to break the silence.

"Rose, I'm not accusing you of anything. Natalie is just angry. That's fine, we all need to relax, I think." The two unballed their fists, Emilia had a point. "But, there is a chance Kit is somehow involved in all this, right?"

"Like fuck there is."

"Come on, Rose, I don't think it's likely, but we need to take some evidence from Maisie, even if it's weird. So just take a few moments to think about it, see if you can work out anything about Kit which would explain this situation. And Natalie just sit tight for that time. That's what you have been doing, right?"

Natalie sighed in defeat, but did shoot an annoyed glare at Emilia. Both of them sat down, the trio moving away from Maisie. And Rose tried to block out the heated emotions and the general confusion to just think it through.

Kit was occasionally a bit of a dom, but he'd never called her 'slave' or anything ridiculously demeaning like that. There was a world of difference between a few arse slaps and kidnapping with a side of hypnosis or whatever the hell it was that had happened to Maisie. It made no sense at all.

But now it was all quiet, Rose could hear something.

"Natalie, Emilia, could you move away for a moment. I think I can hear something, and maybe if I can't even hear you breathing I can work it out..."

Natalie looked at her quizzically but shrugged and walked away to examine the still blankly smiling Maisie, Emilia did the same, but gave Rose a small smile of encouragement.

Okay, now she could definitely hear something. And fuck, it was Kit's voice. A smile came to her lips, he was mumbling as usual. She couldn't even understand what he was saying. Wait, he was responsible for this. Now she was furious. She was defending that deadbeat for nothing. He'd fucking kidnapped her (and her more attractive friends), and now was using some dumb subliminal messages. Her voice came out in a strangled shout.

"Girls, there's some subliminal messages. It is Kit."

Natalie started.

"What the fuck!? Why would he do something like that?"

Maisie's droning voice came from behind her.

"To make you good slave girls, of course. Don't worry, Rose, you won't figure out the subliminals until it's too late."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Natalie was dragging Maisie away from the wall, restraining her with one hand and covering her mouth with another. Emilia just looked on, concerned.

"Rose, I know this sounds crazy, but if it is Kit, maybe he's lied about us and help isn't coming. I think it's worth a shot for you to try to work out these subliminal messages. You know him better than us after all."

"Are you crazy? She'll end up like this one!" That was Natalie, clearly frightened now.

"Yeah, but what choice do we have? Besides, now we know the risks we should be able to snap Rose out of it if she gets like that. I'll keep an eye on you. It's your choice."

Rose sighed. It was the only good option. "I'll do it, then. Watch me, though."

With that, she closed her eyes and concentrated. It was definitely Kit's voice. Despite her anger, Rose did still love to hear it. Then she heard him tell her she was very strong to be able to actually focus on them without being hypnotised by the patterns. She smiled at the compliment, as she always did. Plus, she had her first piece of info, there were some patterns somewhere which had hypnotised Maisie, that she had managed to avoid. Rose knew she could do it then, she had dodged the worst of the danger.

Kit was telling her to relax, breathe nice and gently, ignore every sensation of her body. It was easy to do now she had something to focus on. She wasn't even angry any more, she was helping her friends. And she was curious anyway. The voice told her it was good to be curious, and she'd soon be very happy with the results. Of course she would be, she would help Emilia and Natalie to get free.

She had to be free of any emotion or other thoughts to understand. She had to focus only on the voice. That's how they worked, made everything else go away so your only thoughts were the ones implanted by the subliminals. She hadn't got far enough yet to feel that, she was still feeling happy and curious. She needed to tell the others what she learned.

But did she? Not really, they were smart enough to work it out themselves. Why did she want to, anyway? It's not like she wanted to tell them, she just wanted to help them get free. Knowing how they were being gradually hypnotised wouldn't help. And she had realised being angry was pointless, so she didn't need to act. She just needed to keep listening. Keep letting go.

She let go of any feelings and let herself be reprogrammed by her lover's voice. She had to be better than Maisie. A girlfriend and an obedient slave.

Natalie was happy that Maisie didn't struggle at least. She made sure to hum something to herself, so she didn't hear these subliminal messages, as she watched Emilia keeping a close watch on Rose, who seemed almost meditative. The whole situation was fucked, but Natalie was confident now, she'd make it out just like she had before. There was no reason to worry, someone would find them anyway, and Rose just might work out what was happening so they could avoid experiencing the same 'symptoms' as the woman Natalie was holding on to.

Her mouth moved itself into her usual resting smirk as Rose opened her eyes. She grinned widely, obviously pleased with herself. Natalie was very excited to learn what she had worked out.

"Girls," the redhead announced, with a strangely flat voice, "I've worked out the subliminals. If you let them in, they wipe away all your pointless thoughts and feelings they rewrite you into a perfect slave for Master."

"Fuck!" Natalie let Maisie go (who then slowly walked over to congratulate her fellow slave) as she ran to Emilia, fuming. "I thought you said you'd snap her out of it?"

"I honestly thought I could, now I'd seen Maisie. But it happened so suddenly, like a switch being flipped, there's nothing we could do." Emilia's voice was still weak, just as it had been this entire ordeal. Natalie didn't understand it, the beautiful woman couldn't have had that bad an experience that she thought it was hopeless.

"Like fuck there is. We just shouldn't have gone with your stupid idea in the first place. We need to take action!" Natalie realised as she said it, the time for waiting to be saved was gone. Clearly, something really fucked up was going on here and the two who still had their heads together had to get out as soon as possible. She barged into the nearest wall with her shoulder and rebounded painfully.

"Dammit! Help me out, Emilia. Together we can break out!"

"What's the point, Natalie? If Kit can kidnap us so easily and hypnotise Rose and Maisie, he can build a bloody room you can't punch your way out of."

Natalie slumped down to the floor. Emilia was right, just as she was in pretty much every conversation so far. She didn't like it though.

"Then what can we do?" She asked, her voice strained with fear and frustration.

Emilia smiled sweetly to her. "We just need to wait. As you said, hopefully someone will come."

Natalie smiled. Yeah, that was right, if they waited, the police would rescue her, just like they always did. She looked up at the wall, the huge blank edifice between her and freedom. She just needed to endure a bit longer, and it would be fine. She didn't need to fight it. She couldn't, there wasn't even a dent where she had hit it, just a weird spinning line.

"Fuck, there's something on the wall!" She scrambled back from it, but somehow couldn't move very far.

Emilia's voice sounded from a few metres away. "Don't worry about it, Natalie, we just need to relax, right?"

"Yes, Natalie, just relax and it will be fine." Rose whispered in her ear.

"Just look at the spiral, Natalie, you don't need to fight anymore." Maisie said roboticly in the other.

Natalie tried to squirm against the two women, but her left arm was really painful to move, and Rose on the other side had her in an iron grip. There was no point fighting, she just had to resist whatever had happened to both of them. But as Rose's hand tilted her head towards the spiral on the wall, the tired actress was already finding it hard to look away.

"You need to focus only on the spiral." Maisie intoned.

"And listen only to our words." Rose added.

"Let yourself be drawn into the centre."

"Don't try to look away, you can't."

They were right, Natalie was helpless, there was no reason to resist, she had already lost.

"Let it wash away your thoughts, Natalie" Said Rose.

"Let it relax your senses." Said Maisie.

No thoughts, nothing but the spiral and their voices.

"You have no will." They both said.

"You cannot resist." The slaves declared.

"We are brainwashed slaves of Master Kit." All three girls said in a united drone, their faces baring three different, but equally blank, smiles.

Emilia watched with satisfaction as the final resistor became obedient like her, and reminisced about how she became the Master's first absolute servant.

It was during their sex scene. He wasn't inside her, but his perfectly formed body was close enough that she couldn't help but feel urges stirring within her. She was a professional, though, and to be honest all it did was make an already awkward part of life on Game of Thrones that little bit more awkward. Until he locked eyes with her suddenly and everything changed.

She was already wearing an expression of pure admiration and lust, but now she felt it as well. In that moment, she suddenly realised she needed to please that man in whatever way possible. To get every chance she could to stare longingly into those all-encompassing brown eyes.

Of course, she found him after the cut. She didn't actually know what to say, she just knew she needed to see him, to know what he might want her to do. Because all her instincts were telling her that Kit needed to be served.

He had smiled with a slightly surprised satisfaction. He explained that he had been conditioning her with subliminal techniques throughout the season's filming, and had just activated her. She had happily accepted her position as a hypnotised slave.

And now she was smiling at her three newest companions as she opened the door to the brainwashing chamber she had helped Master put the finishing touches on.

"Welcome, Master, to your harem."

Master Kit smiled and beckoned his slaves over for a long and fulfilling night.

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Well this image has been in my folders for months, and I've been writing the story on and off since Season 7 finished. But hey, better late than never, hope this multi-perspective story is enjoyable!

**New, age appropriate manip. The Emilia one that was here before will appear again soon ;D. Apologies, this manip is fairly subpar, but I'm not very good at multi-image manips, and they're not a thing I intend to work any harder at!**

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The first thing Maisie noticed as she woke up was that the room was completely blank. Completely white and featureless, a perfect cube with no obvious door.
She shook her head, curls of dark, conditioned hair moved past her face as the fuzzy clouds around her vision dispersed. Clarity didn't help, the room was still a colourless plain devoid of any hope for escape. But Maisie didn't panic yet, because the three other colourful shapes around the room had come into focus, each similarly waving their hair and making groggy noises.

"G-g-girls?" Maisie's mouth was chattering uncontrollably. It wasn't that the room was cold, though Maisie was now noticing it was uncomfortably chilly. It was just the fear. The feeling of not being safe. Someone had done something to her...

"Maisie? Is that you?" A red and black blur congealed into Rose, still wearing the dress she had on at the reception.

"Yeah... It's me... What's going on?"

Then a swirl of yellow out of the corner of her eye told Maisie that Natalie had shaken off whatever drugs had got them there. The superstar was still wearing her trademark smirk. "Girls, calm down. I know this is probably your first experience of this kind of thing. I've only had a couple of stalkers kidnap me before. It always sorts itself out in a couple of hours, right Emilia?"

The final figure, looking more like a marble statue in a simple white dress and perfect white skin, moved into a fragile seated position, cradling her knees. "I don't know, Natalie. I've only experienced it once, and it was almost a day. I can't feel so confident..."

Maisie looked at Rose as she heard the redhead make a panicked noise, and briefly saw Natalie send a scornful look Emilia's way.

"Look, trust me. Rose, Maisie. You're going to be fine. They'll notice we're gone within minutes, and then the police will find this place. And then we'll be safe. We should just relax in this weird room." Natalie settled down into a relaxed, cross-legged position, leaning on the wall. She was still smirking, as if challenging their prison to keep them trapped.

But Emilia still looked sullen, and Maisie was more surprised when Rose piped up.

"Oh, come on, Natalie! You expect me to fucking believe that!? We need to DO something to get out!" The fiery actress was stood up now, pacing back and forth on the utterly flat floor. "And you can get off your arrogant ass and help. Somehow!"

Between Emilia's resigned sobs, Natalie's condescending retort and the pure anger coming from Rose, Maisie was lost. She needed to do something. Anything. It was all too much. Her head was spinning. She clutched it with her hands to centre herself and cover her ears from the argument around her.

And then she saw something on the wall.

She inched over, pulling herself with her legs like a baby who hadn't quite learned to walk. A pattern, a moving pattern on an otherwise unremarkable patch of white.

This was it. Maisie had found a way to escape.

All she needed to do was work out what the pattern meant. She started simply, it was like a circle, but not complete. And it just kept spinning and spinning, she couldn't see which way. She had to concentrate. The voices of her arguing co-stars faded out as she let her entire consciousness become centred around the strange image.

And with that focus she realised what was going on with the image. It was two spirals, one spiralling outwards, one moving in towards a centre. Maisie immediately knew it was important to focus on that centre. She knew she should just let the other spiral wash past her vision while she focused on the one pulling her in. She could escape if she focused completely on the spiral.

Wait. Now that she couldn't hear the voices of her 'friends', still shouting at each other about the situation, she could hear something else. Faint, coming from the walls. From the nice spiral. A voice. Familiar, but Maisie couldn't place it. She had to listen to it. She had to listen to it and keep staring at the nice spiral. It's not like she could look away, anyway, it was attracting her gaze like a magnet. Pulling her eyes from it would be too painful. She couldn't. She had to stare. She had to listen to the voice. It was counting down, she knew that now.

10, she was doing well to focus on the inward spiral

9, she just had to keep staring and she'd know what she was here for

8, she really wanted to keep staring, it was important to know why she was trapped here

7, she didn't need to focus on the other spiral, just let it wash away all her other thoughts

6, her only thoughts were the ones she was hearing now

5, nothing else mattered, just listening and staring

4, she believed everything she was told and let the spirals do what they had to do

3, one spiral kept her trapped, one washed away her thoughts

2, she was helpless, she was mindless

1, she had no free will

0. She had to obey.

Rose was tired of arguing with that smug bitch Natalie. To be honest, she'd realised the blonde starlet had a point about ten minutes ago, but she was just too pissed off about the whole situation to stop venting. It's not like Emilia was helping, just sighing in the corner about how they might as well get comfortable and wait for the stalker to appear.

So she had resolved to stewing angrily next to a wall, kicking it ineffectually, while Natalie tried to condescend to Emilia for a while. Rose knew that Natalie and Emilia were both right, they'd probably be found soon, so the might as well just relax and hope the stalker didn't get to them first.

Then Maisie, who was sitting cross-legged across the room in complete silence, piped up.

"I'm really excited about us all becoming slaves of Master Kit."

KIT?

The red mist rose again.

"What the fuck are you saying about my fiancée you little tart!?"

"Wait, what the hell is this?" That was Natalie, not so composed now.

"You're all going to be slaves like me. It will be really fun to serve him together." Maisie's face was like a junkie on a high, wearing a smile that was simultaneously enviable and creepy, especially given the situation, but her voice had none of the excitement in her words. It was completely flat, without any personality of intonation. Fucking creepy is what it was.

But before she could get to the short girl who was off her rocker, Natalie was in Rose's face, her smirk replaced by an angry frown.

"What on earth are you planning with that monotone fuck?"

"Do not go there, Natalie. I don't know what the hell's going on. For God's sake, Maisie's just gone mad!"

"You expect me to believe that? Your fucking fiancée has kidnapped us and you don't know what's going on?"

"So you're believing the girl who seems to be on drugs over me? Real mature handling of the situation, Nat!"

The two women were leaning into each other, irate faces inches apart with hands balled into fists. Maisie, for her part, serenely smiled nearby. But Emilia was the one to break the silence.

"Rose, I'm not accusing you of anything. Natalie is just angry. That's fine, we all need to relax, I think." The two unballed their fists, Emilia had a point. "But, there is a chance Kit is somehow involved in all this, right?"

"Like fuck there is."

"Come on, Rose, I don't think it's likely, but we need to take some evidence from Maisie, even if it's weird. So just take a few moments to think about it, see if you can work out anything about Kit which would explain this situation. And Natalie just sit tight for that time. That's what you have been doing, right?"

Natalie sighed in defeat, but did shoot an annoyed glare at Emilia. Both of them sat down, the trio moving away from Maisie. And Rose tried to block out the heated emotions and the general confusion to just think it through.

Kit was occasionally a bit of a dom, but he'd never called her 'slave' or anything ridiculously demeaning like that. There was a world of difference between a few arse slaps and kidnapping with a side of hypnosis or whatever the hell it was that had happened to Maisie. It made no sense at all.

But now it was all quiet, Rose could hear something.

"Natalie, Emilia, could you move away for a moment. I think I can hear something, and maybe if I can't even hear you breathing I can work it out..."

Natalie looked at her quizzically but shrugged and walked away to examine the still blankly smiling Maisie, Emilia did the same, but gave Rose a small smile of encouragement.

Okay, now she could definitely hear something. And fuck, it was Kit's voice. A smile came to her lips, he was mumbling as usual. She couldn't even understand what he was saying. Wait, he was responsible for this. Now she was furious. She was defending that deadbeat for nothing. He'd fucking kidnapped her (and her more attractive friends), and now was using some dumb subliminal messages. Her voice came out in a strangled shout.

"Girls, there's some subliminal messages. It is Kit."

Natalie started.

"What the fuck!? Why would he do something like that?"

Maisie's droning voice came from behind her.

"To make you good slave girls, of course. Don't worry, Rose, you won't figure out the subliminals until it's too late."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Natalie was dragging Maisie away from the wall, restraining her with one hand and covering her mouth with another. Emilia just looked on, concerned.

"Rose, I know this sounds crazy, but if it is Kit, maybe he's lied about us and help isn't coming. I think it's worth a shot for you to try to work out these subliminal messages. You know him better than us after all."

"Are you crazy? She'll end up like this one!" That was Natalie, clearly frightened now.

"Yeah, but what choice do we have? Besides, now we know the risks we should be able to snap Rose out of it if she gets like that. I'll keep an eye on you. It's your choice."

Rose sighed. It was the only good option. "I'll do it, then. Watch me, though."

With that, she closed her eyes and concentrated. It was definitely Kit's voice. Despite her anger, Rose did still love to hear it. Then she heard him tell her she was very strong to be able to actually focus on them without being hypnotised by the patterns. She smiled at the compliment, as she always did. Plus, she had her first piece of info, there were some patterns somewhere which had hypnotised Maisie, that she had managed to avoid. Rose knew she could do it then, she had dodged the worst of the danger.

Kit was telling her to relax, breathe nice and gently, ignore every sensation of her body. It was easy to do now she had something to focus on. She wasn't even angry any more, she was helping her friends. And she was curious anyway. The voice told her it was good to be curious, and she'd soon be very happy with the results. Of course she would be, she would help Emilia and Natalie to get free.

She had to be free of any emotion or other thoughts to understand. She had to focus only on the voice. That's how they worked, made everything else go away so your only thoughts were the ones implanted by the subliminals. She hadn't got far enough yet to feel that, she was still feeling happy and curious. She needed to tell the others what she learned.

But did she? Not really, they were smart enough to work it out themselves. Why did she want to, anyway? It's not like she wanted to tell them, she just wanted to help them get free. Knowing how they were being gradually hypnotised wouldn't help. And she had realised being angry was pointless, so she didn't need to act. She just needed to keep listening. Keep letting go.

She let go of any feelings and let herself be reprogrammed by her lover's voice. She had to be better than Maisie. A girlfriend and an obedient slave.

Natalie was happy that Maisie didn't struggle at least. She made sure to hum something to herself, so she didn't hear these subliminal messages, as she watched Emilia keeping a close watch on Rose, who seemed almost meditative. The whole situation was fucked, but Natalie was confident now, she'd make it out just like she had before. There was no reason to worry, someone would find them anyway, and Rose just might work out what was happening so they could avoid experiencing the same 'symptoms' as the woman Natalie was holding on to.

Her mouth moved itself into her usual resting smirk as Rose opened her eyes. She grinned widely, obviously pleased with herself. Natalie was very excited to learn what she had worked out.

"Girls," the redhead announced, with a strangely flat voice, "I've worked out the subliminals. If you let them in, they wipe away all your pointless thoughts and feelings they rewrite you into a perfect slave for Master."

"Fuck!" Natalie let Maisie go (who then slowly walked over to congratulate her fellow slave) as she ran to Emilia, fuming. "I thought you said you'd snap her out of it?"

"I honestly thought I could, now I'd seen Maisie. But it happened so suddenly, like a switch being flipped, there's nothing we could do." Emilia's voice was still weak, just as it had been this entire ordeal. Natalie didn't understand it, the beautiful woman couldn't have had that bad an experience that she thought it was hopeless.

"Like fuck there is. We just shouldn't have gone with your stupid idea in the first place. We need to take action!" Natalie realised as she said it, the time for waiting to be saved was gone. Clearly, something really fucked up was going on here and the two who still had their heads together had to get out as soon as possible. She barged into the nearest wall with her shoulder and rebounded painfully.

"Dammit! Help me out, Emilia. Together we can break out!"

"What's the point, Natalie? If Kit can kidnap us so easily and hypnotise Rose and Maisie, he can build a bloody room you can't punch your way out of."

Natalie slumped down to the floor. Emilia was right, just as she was in pretty much every conversation so far. She didn't like it though.

"Then what can we do?" She asked, her voice strained with fear and frustration.

Emilia smiled sweetly to her. "We just need to wait. As you said, hopefully someone will come."

Natalie smiled. Yeah, that was right, if they waited, the police would rescue her, just like they always did. She looked up at the wall, the huge blank edifice between her and freedom. She just needed to endure a bit longer, and it would be fine. She didn't need to fight it. She couldn't, there wasn't even a dent where she had hit it, just a weird spinning line.

"Fuck, there's something on the wall!" She scrambled back from it, but somehow couldn't move very far.

Emilia's voice sounded from a few metres away. "Don't worry about it, Natalie, we just need to relax, right?"

"Yes, Natalie, just relax and it will be fine." Rose whispered in her ear.

"Just look at the spiral, Natalie, you don't need to fight anymore." Maisie said roboticly in the other.

Natalie tried to squirm against the two women, but her left arm was really painful to move, and Rose on the other side had her in an iron grip. There was no point fighting, she just had to resist whatever had happened to both of them. But as Rose's hand tilted her head towards the spiral on the wall, the tired actress was already finding it hard to look away.

"You need to focus only on the spiral." Maisie intoned.

"And listen only to our words." Rose added.

"Let yourself be drawn into the centre."

"Don't try to look away, you can't."

They were right, Natalie was helpless, there was no reason to resist, she had already lost.

"Let it wash away your thoughts, Natalie" Said Rose.

"Let it relax your senses." Said Maisie.

No thoughts, nothing but the spiral and their voices.

"You have no will." They both said.

"You cannot resist." The slaves declared.

"We are brainwashed slaves of Master Kit." All three girls said in a united drone, their faces baring three different, but equally blank, smiles.

Emilia watched with satisfaction as the final resistor became obedient like her, and reminisced about how she became the Master's first absolute servant.

It was during their sex scene. He wasn't inside her, but his perfectly formed body was close enough that she couldn't help but feel urges stirring within her. She was a professional, though, and to be honest all it did was make an already awkward part of life on Game of Thrones that little bit more awkward. Until he locked eyes with her suddenly and everything changed.

She was already wearing an expression of pure admiration and lust, but now she felt it as well. In that moment, she suddenly realised she needed to please that man in whatever way possible. To get every chance she could to stare longingly into those all-encompassing brown eyes.

Of course, she found him after the cut. She didn't actually know what to say, she just knew she needed to see him, to know what he might want her to do. Because all her instincts were telling her that Kit needed to be served.

He had smiled with a slightly surprised satisfaction. He explained that he had been conditioning her with subliminal techniques throughout the season's filming, and had just activated her. She had happily accepted her position as a hypnotised slave.

And now she was smiling at her three newest companions as she opened the door to the brainwashing chamber she had helped Master put the finishing touches on.

"Welcome, Master, to your harem."

Master Kit smiled and beckoned his slaves over for a long and fulfilling night.

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Well this image has been in my folders for months, and I've been writing the story on and off since Season 7 finished. But hey, better late than never, hope this multi-perspective story is enjoyable!

**New, age appropriate manip. The Emilia one that was here before will appear again soon ;D. Apologies, this manip is fairly subpar, but I'm not very good at multi-image manips, and they're not a thing I intend to work any harder at!**