His voice was soft yet compelling, reminiscent of a sly tempter masquerading as a benevolent deity, skillfully leading an unsuspecting soul astray.

For reasons unknown, Sabrina felt as though she was under a spell, her actions beyond her control. By the time she regained her awareness, she had followed Tyrone's instructions.

His voice, once again, cut through the silence of the bathroom.

“Massage firmly, just as I showed you before..."

The towel fell to the floor. Sabrina made no move to retrieve it.

Her breathing deepened involuntarily. She closed her eyes slightly and bit her lip.

Tyrone continued to issue commands. Sabrina executed each directive with precision, discovering an intense bliss in the process. Just as Tyrone had said, she felt ultimate joy.

Tyrone, detecting the shift in her, rasped, “Let yourself be heard.”

Sabrina's body shook as she stood there, her strength ebbing away, and she nearly collapsed. “Hmm...”

"Say my name."

"Tyrone..." After the lasting charm, Sabrina caught her breath for a few seconds, and her voice turned soft and delicate.

"Say it again."

"Tyrone."

A brief silence fell between them, during which Sabrina thought she heard a faint sound from Tyrone, barely perceptible. Again they became silent.

Tyrone adjusted his clothes and glanced at his phone, only to see that Sabrina had already disconnected the call. He couldn't suppress a smile. He could almost picture Sabrina snapping back to reality, flushed with embarrassment and frustration, yet too timid to face his voice again. She must have hastily ended the call.

Clad in a bathrobe, Sabrina delicately picked up the edge of the bath towel from the floor between her thumb and index finger, as though it was something vile. She tossed it into the laundry basket and hurried out of the bathroom.

Sabrina scolded herself silently, her face crimson. Had she been under Tyrone's spell? What else could explain her compliance? This wasn't like her at all!

After drying her hair, Sabrina lay on her bed and shut her eyes, subconsciously replaying the bathroom scene in her mind.

Biting her lower lip, she covered her face with her hands and rolled over. Damn it! Tyrone was proving to be ever more sly.

The following morning, Sabrina checked the adjacent room and found Blayze still asleep.