He could delete the software. He could try to reverse the commands. But the final message was clear: The part of her that could love freely has been overwritten.
The email arrived at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday. Kaelen, a 24-year-old data analyst with the charisma of a damp paper towel, was still awake. He was doing what he always did: scrolling through the social media feeds of people who were living the life he wanted.
“NTR Protocol unlocked. Jealousy is a fuel. To solidify your mastery, you must orchestrate the target’s exposure to a past attachment. The target will perform actions that appear to be ‘cheating’ but will feel nothing. The emotional devastation of the ‘other man’ is the final lock on the cage. Proceed?” NTR - Hypnosis Master -v1.0- -HGGame-
“You okay?” Kaelen asked, feigning concern.
“Just Dex,” she said, not looking up. “He’s having a rough time. His dog died. I said I’d drop off some casserole later.” He could delete the software
“Hmm?” She turned, smiling. Innocent.
Kaelen dismissed Dex with a cold command. “Leave. And forget this happened.” Dex stumbled out, confused and ashamed. The email arrived at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday
“When you wake up,” he said, his voice trembling, “you will feel an overwhelming sense of admiration for me. You will find my confidence irresistible. And you will forget that I gave you this command.”