Her arm began to bend. The amber liquid swirled, catching the light of the sterile office. She tried to think of her brother, of the rebellion, of the reason she had broken into the Central Hub in the first place. But the memories were becoming blurry, like ink running in the rain.
I am the order in your chaos, the Voice replied. It felt like a warm blanket being pulled over a shivering child. Think of the peace. No more regret. No more 'what ifs.' Just the next step. Always the correct step. mind control
She watched, a passenger in her own body, as her fingers curled around the cold condensation. The hum in her skull intensified, turning into a rhythmic pulse that matched her heartbeat. Her arm began to bend