In this 4000 word short story, college teacher Ms. Sanders hears two students arguing... only to arrive in time to see Jimmy Riveaux enthrall Cindy with a mind control chip! She runs for help, and finds Stephanie, who agrees to help her. Only it's not the kind of help Ms. Sanders thinks it is- Steph is also under Jimmy's control, and wants to help, alright... help turn Ms. Sanders into a mindless toy!
Mature audiences only. All characters 18 years of age or older.
EXCERPT
"That I'd see you slip some sort of crazy mind control chip on that poor girl's neck?" Ms. Sanders said. "Because I did."
She expected this news to floor Jimmy. But it didn't. He took one look at her, and one look at the girl behind her, and smiled.
"Oh no! Guess you've caught me." Jimmy said. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to lock you in here, without these," she said to him, holding up his jeans, "and then I'm going to call the cops. Let them deal with you."
"That's a pretty good idea." He said, still grinning. Why was he grinning? Did he really think he could get out of this one? "I have a better idea. Want to hear it?"
"I'll humor you." Ms. Sanders said grimly, more confident now. He was going to try and talk his way out of this.
"How about I turn you into my own personal toy, you finish the job Cindy started, and we all go on with our happy lives?" he said calmly, coolly.
"I don't think that's going to happen, boy." She said. "As much as you and your bravado might pretend to disagree, I hold all the cards here."
"You do, do you?" He said. "Let's just see about that. Steph, do it."
Steph? Ms. Sanders had heard that name earlier today. Where had she heard it? And then she realized: it was one of the girls that Cindy had mentioned, one of the girls that she said Jimmy had gotten to. She realized this a fraction of a second too late: she realized it just as she felt the cool, smooth metal attach to the base of her neck. The girl was Steph! She had been played! And now she was going to become... that. She felt-
GOD, she felt so hot!
Mature audiences only. All characters 18 years of age or older.
EXCERPT
"That I'd see you slip some sort of crazy mind control chip on that poor girl's neck?" Ms. Sanders said. "Because I did."
She expected this news to floor Jimmy. But it didn't. He took one look at her, and one look at the girl behind her, and smiled.
"Oh no! Guess you've caught me." Jimmy said. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to lock you in here, without these," she said to him, holding up his jeans, "and then I'm going to call the cops. Let them deal with you."
"That's a pretty good idea." He said, still grinning. Why was he grinning? Did he really think he could get out of this one? "I have a better idea. Want to hear it?"
"I'll humor you." Ms. Sanders said grimly, more confident now. He was going to try and talk his way out of this.
"How about I turn you into my own personal toy, you finish the job Cindy started, and we all go on with our happy lives?" he said calmly, coolly.
"I don't think that's going to happen, boy." She said. "As much as you and your bravado might pretend to disagree, I hold all the cards here."
"You do, do you?" He said. "Let's just see about that. Steph, do it."
Steph? Ms. Sanders had heard that name earlier today. Where had she heard it? And then she realized: it was one of the girls that Cindy had mentioned, one of the girls that she said Jimmy had gotten to. She realized this a fraction of a second too late: she realized it just as she felt the cool, smooth metal attach to the base of her neck. The girl was Steph! She had been played! And now she was going to become... that. She felt-
GOD, she felt so hot!
