Trevor took his glass filled with a tawny port, the elevated alcohol content was intentional and hopefully it would soften the man. Kenneth took a long draught from his wine glass. The wine tingled his pallet as it flowed smoothly down his gullet. He looked over to see Trevor take a drink as well. Now it was time to work.
“Trevor you are a man I could do business with. You have a vision for Advanced Cell Technologies that I don’t think anyone there fully appreciates. Your work with abnormal protein strains and cell transmigration and directed migration is amazing, and could lead to very useful applications for the both of us.”
Dr. Swaan looked at Kenneth with puzzlement. “Wait; is this what this is all about, my cell research? Wow. Look, I think that you really do have the wrong idea about me. I have only done examinations in the migration of cells when introduced to foreign substance and alien DNA from the sample cell group, like putting jelly fish cells in cow tissue and see if the cells can adapt to the new environment or if it’s possible to force the cells to migrate toward each other when isolated from their host body. It’s really only a surface look to see if DNA can be transferred from one species to another and if our company would like to go into that field of research. We are way behind the power curve already, I’m sure you’ve heard about experiments being done to transfer axolotl DNA to people so we can regenerate limbs. This is the same thing only on a much smaller scale. Not to mention all the research already being done through CRISPR and DNA rewriting.”
Kenneth nodded knowingly, “Yes, we know all of that. However, you are delving into seeing if cells can survive as a standalone construct in alien tissue. You want the jelly fish cells to feed off of the cow tissue to sustain the life of the jelly fish cells, creating cancerous swarms of cell tissue in another host body.”
Trevor’s eyes grew wide, “My research was never meant to be applied like that! I’m only looking to see if endangered and extinct species can be resurrected through this cell treatment. By introducing cloned cell clusters into other cellular tissue and using the host tissue to keep it alive and reproduce we could use it to rewrite the host DNA and tissue to mirror its own…” He stopped suddenly and lowered his gaze to the floor.
Kenneth was amazed that he had given up the true nature of his research with so little prodding. He knew that he had regretted that little tirade. Kenneth was only interested in this application anyway. Someone else, however, might just try to use this research to fabricate some type of cellular weapon. If that was ever achieved the weapon might even be deadly to vampires. That would be a most dangerous weapon to have. He would have to look into that possibility.
“Trevor? Look at me.” The Dr. raised his eyes to meet Kenneth’s. “I want you to work for me.” The Dr. started to shake his head; Kenneth stopped him with a word, “Look… at me Trevor.” The Dr. did so. “Feel your world start to fade around you. There is nothing outside this house, this room, this moment. You know I speak the truth don’t you?”
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This was the delicate nature of the first steps. Kenneth pressed his dominating will down on the scientist’s mind. The human brain was capable of great things, for those that truly harnessed the minds power they were gods among men. It was a pandora’s box of hidden labyrinth secrets and twists and turns. Kenneth’s vampiric domination shot through these corridors and pressed his will onto, and dimmed, and in some cases snuffed out completely, the will of his subject. But he had to be delicate with this one. The hypnosis part of it all was more for the subject’s benefit. Movies had an unhealthy effect on people’s minds. It left, even people like Trevor, susceptible to his will.
Trevor nodded never taking his eyes off of Kenneth.
“You feel my words. My words become your thoughts. Soon there will be nothing but the sound of my voice. You need my voice to guide you. My voice is everything. No will of your own. My will is too strong and you are so tired of fighting. Give in to my words, my thoughts. Let them guide you down, ever deeper down now, down into your subconscious mind where my thoughts and my words are already taking hold of your mind. Soon you will allow me to guide your thoughts completely. You love this feeling of letting go, no worries, no more confusion, only obedience.”
Trevor sat with his shoulders slumped forward. His eyes glazed over and empty. Cassandra took his wine glass from his limp hand and returned it to the bar. Kenneth hoped that he hadn’t been too strong with this man. If his knowledge and drive for discovery had been damaged at all, then he would be useless to him, and all this would have been for nothing.
Kenneth began again, “You are my student, Trevor. For the rest of your life, you are mine. You will obey me in every way.” Trevor nodded mechanically.
“Your life is mine, all that you own is mine, and your research is mine. You will continue your work. You will report to me every discovery you make, every breakthrough you have. Your entire body of work will be available to me whenever and however I ask, isn’t that right, my student?”
“Yes, Instructor…” a whisper.
Kenneth allowed himself to smile. One part was done. If there had been any damage to the man’s mind it wouldn’t surface for a while yet, maybe a day or two, perhaps longer, depending on how fast or slow his company picked up on his work output. This had been an inevitable risk. He needed this research and he needed it refined.
“Trevor, every time you call me teacher your obedience to me will double. There will be a wave of pleasure that flows over you every time you obey me. The more you obey, the more pleasure you will feel. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Instructor.”
“Very good my student, in a moment you will allow Cassandra to take you home. Once there you will remember that I am your Instructor. I will always reward progress and obedience to me. Once in your home Cassandra will please you in any way you see fit and you will know that she is pleasing you because that is what pleases me. If you continue to serve me well there will be many more rewards. You are mine. Say it.”
“I am yours, Instructor.”
“Very good,” He looked over his shoulder to the woman standing at the bar. “Cassandra, take Trevor home and please him as he wishes.”
“Yes, Instructor,” The girl responded submissively. She glided up to Trevor, who was still sitting on the couch and took him by the arm. She helped him to his feet and led him out of the house, rubbing her body against his as they walked.