Unseen

It was to be expected, Diana Allers thought, that a crew in confined quarters would seek out certain activities for enjoyment and stress relief. She’d been on a few different Alliance ships - and something about the Normandy was different. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Something about the atmosphere was affecting her in a way that she wasn’t used to. Ever since that run-in with Specialist Traynor…

She was assessing everyone that walked past her, man and woman alike, wondering what they would be like in bed. She was keeping herself up at night with fingers in her wet cunt, seeking a release that was unexpectedly hard to achieve. 

Maybe she’d find it today. That hot hunk of a Lieutenant was due in her quarters any minute now. Allers resisted the urge to lick her lips at the mental image of Jimmy Vega. She started rummaging in her drawer for some more makeup, and saw …

A gold pocket watch.

She brought it out and let it catch the light, her lips parting slightly as she was drawn in. A voice started whispering in the back of her mind, a wave of desire coming over her. Yes, she responded to the voice. I will obey.

Later, when Vega was lying next to her, she looked over and saw the watch. An idea came to mind. Not an idea, actually, more of a desire, a compulsion she had to follow …

“Ever been hypnotized, Vega?” Allers asked.