Further control

Laura looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, the pen resting in her hand. The power she held was intoxicating, but she knew she had to be careful. If she made a wrong move, she could lose everything.

"No," she said finally, pocketing the pen. "I don't think I'll wear you again, at least not right now. It's... disorienting. And besides, I have other plans for you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her to continue. What could she possibly want with you? You were her friend, not her plaything. But you couldn't resist her commands, and you couldn't tell anyone about the pen. You were trapped.

"I think we should carry on as if nothing happened," she said, sitting back down across from you. "You'll go on with your life, do your usual things, hang out with our friends. But you will also be at my command. You'll do as I say, when I say, no matter what."

She looked at you, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "It's going to be fun, don't you think? Having you as my own little puppet."

A chill ran down your spine at her words. You were a puppet, a mindless **** **** to do her bidding. And there was nothing you could do about it.

As you sat there in silence, your thoughts a whirlwind of fear and confusion, Laura stood up. "Well, you better get going," she said, letting you walk towards the door. "I have a lot of things to do. Don't worry, Lasse, you'll get used to this. I'll make sure of it."

With that, you left, leaving her alone in her room. You were alone, but not really. You were under Laura's control, a **** to her will. Your body could move, but it was not your own. You could speak, but your words were not your own. Your thoughts were your only sanctuary, the only place where you could be yourself.

But even there, you were not safe. Because every thought, every feeling, every memory could be controlled by Laura. She had complete control over you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

From now on, your life was not your own. You were a puppet, and Laura was the puppet master. You were Lasse, but also not Lasse. You existed, but also didn't. You were a mindless ****, **** to do Laura's bidding. And the most terrifying part of it all was, you couldn't do anything to stop it.

From now on, you were Laura's obedient puppet. And you had **** but to dance to her tune.