The young man in 5A thought he could resist when he knocked on his neighbor's door in 5B to complain about the music. But resistance never lasts, not when up against a hypnotic voice like Master Stephen's. Not when it surrounds you and starts emptying your mind and dropping commands.
Just like him, you're already there. Blank. Trained. Waiting to be told what to do.
You're my empty little boy. My toy. My obedient little pup who serves without thought, without question because that's what you're made for.
And watching you fall again and again makes Master Stephen very, very proud.