Prologue: The Power of Instant Suggestion
At last, I'd done it.
It had taken a long time, but I had finally mastered Instant Suggestion—the technique that forcibly rewrites a person's mind and seizes control of their will.
For months I'd been holed up in my studio apartment like a human wreck, barely clinging to life. More than once I'd thought about hanging myself and just ending it, but I could never quite go through with it. I'd just kept scraping by, forcing myself to stay alive.
I was thirty-four. With this power, I was going to be reborn. I'd make money without breaking a sweat. I'd gather women just as easily.
And then I would turn every last one of them into utter bitches and make them my sex slaves.
I unlocked my phone, opened KakaoTalk, and started scrolling through the contacts I'd favorited. Every single one of them was a woman, and most of them had blocked me.
I'll make you pay.
I decided to start with the woman at the very top of the list—one of the ones who'd ignored me and slammed the block button in my face. It didn't matter who went first. Sooner or later, every last one of them would become my bitch sex slaves, down on all fours, begging, shoving their asses toward me.
Just you wait.