He pointed to a man in the front row. “You. Stand up.”
The man jolted upright, eyes wide with surprise. “I didn’t— I mean, I chose to.” mind control theatre
She opened her mouth to deny it, but her lips moved in a silent, perfect echo of his last phrase: “…one second behind me.” Her blood turned cold. She tried to stop, but her jaw worked like a puppet’s. He pointed to a man in the front row