I come into your chamber, late at night on the eve of the trial in which I am clearly guilty; no contest. However a seed of doubt is planted in your mind as I start to protest my innocence, getting you to repeat words and mantras after me, as well as my name, “Goddess Willow”. You feel yourself beginning to melt, aching to do as I say, repeat the things I instruct; declare me innocent, come home with me tonight and forget all about your wife..
