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As she clung to that memory, Emma began to feel a spark of resistance. Ariana's hold on her weakened, and Emma's hypnotic suggestions started to unravel. The visions of ice and snow began to dissipate, replaced by a warm, golden light.

"You are holidazed," she continued, circling a man in the front row whose grip on a toy store box was finally loosening. "The noise of the carols is fading. The pressure to be perfect is melting like snow on a warm hearth. There is only the rhythm. There is only the light. There is only... me." Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed