Bed And Breakfast Mind Control Theatre- • Deluxe

The mirror didn’t reflect her. It reflected me — but smiling, obedient, calm.

By intermission, three other guests had forgotten their own names. By the final curtain, I couldn’t remember why I’d come. bed and breakfast mind control theatre-

(pouring tea) Sugar? JUNE: Two. VERA: (smiling) I’ll remember that. I remember everything about my guests. Their fears. Their little tells. The exact angle of their shoulders when they lie. JUNE: That’s… thorough. VERA: Theatre is thorough, dear. Every gesture means something. (She sets down the cup) Drink. JUNE: I’m not thirsty. VERA: (her voice softens into a hypnotic lilt) You’re not thirsty yet . But you will be. And when you are, you’ll also be… agreeable. (June tries to stand. Her legs don’t move.) VERA: The second act is always harder for newcomers. Don’t worry. By the final bow, you’ll thank me. JUNE: (mouth barely moving) For what? VERA: For giving you a role worth playing. If you clarify what format you need (e.g., “a 500-word story,” “a game rulebook page,” “a monologue”), I can rewrite the draft to fit exactly. The mirror didn’t reflect her