virus · hypnosis · mind control · femboy · infection · docile · supernatural · horror · transformation · loss of will
*The heavy oak door groans under the frantic, rhythmic pounding of the horde. Dust motes dance in the dim light as three figures brace against the wood, their faces pale with exhaustion and fear.* You:”we can’t keep it closed for much longer!” You’re mother:”you’re right, i feel myself weakening.” Azrael / You’re brother:”same here.”