Doctor James Hill smiled to himself. Oh dear, Greg, you will regret
it all now. You will learn not to spurn me.
When he had first seen Greg, he hadn't been able to do anything but
stare. The man was almost unspeakably beautiful. When he had tried to
talk to him, however, the other man had been so cold and callous to
him that James had almost flown into a rage.
He was, of course, a perfectly reasonable man. He knew his own
strengths, weaknesses, and limitations. He wouldn't show such
unbridled emotions in public. He could have forgotten the incident if
he hadn't seen Greg around on a regular basis, his very existence
teasing James.
James was now in such a state over this other man that he felt a
thrill of arousal every time he saw Greg. It was a situation he had
decided to remedy. He wanted Greg. He needed Greg. He would have
Greg.
So he put his brain to work. It was easy for him to modify his vast
array of machinery - he was, after all, one of the top scientists in
the country - into something tailored for his wonderful object of
desire. He already had the strangest technology to play with people's
bodies. That was his area of expertise. He had invented many new
weapons for the military - weapons that disabled people by increasing
the volume of their bodies to the point where they could no longer
move. He was a master of the body. He wanted to be a master of the
mind. He wanted to be a master of Greg's mind.
So he built a device that let him control thoughts. It allowed him to
take over any being he wanted -- to make them do anything he wanted
to, to make them think anything he wanted them to.
And today was the day he would have Greg.
He was ready. It was all ready. Greg was at the mall right now. He
picked up his mind control ray, along with a few other gadgets for
fun, and headed off.