The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

TRAVELLING LIGHT

She gazed into the suddenly unfamiliar suitcase; irritation turned to wonder.

Unlocked, opened, laid flat on the threadbare rug, it was as if an impossible trapdoor had appeared in her floor. A pale blue glow from the case’s interior flooded the room, casting an eerie pool of light on the ceiling.

She stood, looking down into—through—the bottom of the case; a dizzying ten feet below lay a field of soft grass, sunlit. Her vision swam with irreconcilable perspectives.

Below, unknown butterflies floated in a gentle warm breeze, impossible colours iridescent in the unseen sun. The scent of meadowflowers was strong. She imagined the sky above must be very blue. What would that be like?

Through her grimy window the cold dark city growled. The lights in the run-down room flickered and dimmed. The brownouts were getting worse every day.

She watched from above as a figure came into view. Her breath caught. An upturned face; beautiful. The figure smiled and raised its hand, beckoning, calling to her.

Outside in the street, the sound of screams, the wail of sirens; the clatter of rain.

She closed her eyes and jumped.