Get Some

“Come on, Sophia, you have to try this top! It would look great on you!”

“You know how I feel about these fancy ass clothes and shit, Emma. The only reason I’m here is ‘cause I’m bored as fuck and got nothing better to do.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I know you like…”

Letting the conversation wash over me like washed of static, I couldn’t help but panic. My bullies were here, and I had no idea what I should do to get out of this situation. My breathing quickened and I brought my hands to my mouth to try and stifle the sound. And then my hand brushed up against a leather cover.

My hand froze on the Rulebook and my eyes slowly trailed over to rest on it. An idea sprang up in my mind, to use the Rulebook to get some **** on my bullies, and I didn’t know if I could resist the temptation.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, I picked up the book and opened to the first page, only two Rules written on the paper. I grabbed the pencil that was tied to the book with a string and set the lead tip to the paper. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of if I really wanted to continue with what I was so tempted to do.

And then, washing over me, I heard…

“Oh, ha! Look at this, Sophia.”

“Ugh. Why is that thing here? That shit’d fit in better with a strip club.”

“I know, right? Oh, but just imaging stuffing Taylor into this thing. It’d be hilarious!”

“Snrk, I guess so.”

Cold resolve crystalized in my chest, and I began to write.

New Rule: Emma Barnes and Sophia Hess are unable to disobey Taylor Hebert.

And it was done. I let out a sigh and rested my forehead against the changing room’s wall to catch my breath. I had done it. **** had begun.

Gathering my courage, I stuffed the Rulebook into a pocket and opened the changing room door. By some cosmic happenstance, Emma and Sophia were standing practically right outside the door. The pair of them turned a glance on me before looking away almost immediately. And then their eyes snapped back in a picture perfect double take.

“What the…” Sophia muttered.

“Taylor?!” Emma practically shrieked. “What are you doing here?! And why do you look like that?!”

“Shut up,” I hissed, clenching my fists tight. “Both of you.” I saw their mouths slam shut instantly, and caught Sophia’s instant realization of the situation. “Don’t move.” I added, just as Sophia started to wind up for a punch. She froze, her leg a half step back and her fist starting to cock.

Staring at the two, I felt my anger begin to bubble up. These two had made my life a living hell over the past year and a half, but now the tables had turned. I was the one with the power, now.

A smirk curled on my new pouty lips. I knew it wasn’t a nice one.

“Get in the changing room, and do nothing else until I say otherwise.” I ordered, extra specific just to be safe. The two walked into the stall without hesitation, their motions fluid and sure, as if it was their idea all along. Stepping in after the two, I closed the door behind me.

If the changing room was small with just a single occupant, with three it was downright claustrophobic. I stayed with my back to the door, and inspected the others in the room.

It was obvious that Emma was terrified. After how long the both of us had been together before it all went to shit, it would’ve been strange if I wasn’t able to read her like an open book. Sophia, on the other hand, was much harder to read, though I could take a guess by the look in her eyes. She was downright furious.

“You are allowed to speak, but your volume can’t exceed your normal speaking voice. You still aren’t allowed to move anything else.” I ordered, and Emma immediately started mouthing off.

“What the fuck?” She spoke, clearly trying to shriek but failing. Her eyes widened at the failure, and it just emboldened her further. “What the fuck happened that gave you powers? And just who the hell do you think you are, trying to order us around you friendless little orpha-”

“And that’s enough of that. You aren’t allowed to speak.” I sighed, affecting an expression of disappointment but feeling my anger roil. Emma’s mouth snapped shut, her panic heightened even further.

“You’re going to regret this, Hebert.” Sophia seethed. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

I snorted. “Oh, I think I know exactly who I’m dealing with. A rabid bully. But please, enlighten me. Who do you think you are, Hess?” I asked sarcastically.

Sophia’s eyes widened dramatically as her mouth moved of its own accord. “Predator, Shadow Stalker, Sophia Hess.”

Everything in the changing room froze. The words she just spoke rang through my mind, and I felt my fury ignite.

“A fucking Ward?!” I hissed, hands clenching into fists. “That’s why you bitches got away with everything?! Because one of you is supposed to be a hero?!”

“I’m going to fucking **** you, Hebert, just you wait-”

“Shut up,” I seethed. Her mouth snapped shut. I tuned out the outside world, focusing on the thoughts running rampant through my mind.

‘_A Ward. Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker, a Ward. A _hero.’ It certainly explained why the bitches three had gotten away with their shit for so long. Winslow was probably getting PRT money as compensation for hosting a Ward.

As everything ran through my mind, I made a decision.

“You know,” I said softly. Dangerously. The pair turned their eyes back to me from where they had been trying to silently communicate. “I hadn’t planned on doing anything much with you yet. Maybe scare you a little, try to make you back off. But now?” A wicked grin spread across my face. “I’m going to make this hurt.”

Pulling out the Rulebook, I opened up to the only page I’d written on and readied my pencil. I began to write.

Old Rule: There is a position in society called the **** Class. It is usually reserved for criminals with life sentences, but it is also used as reparations in some cases. There are two types of Slaves, Public and Private. Public Slaves are required to obey any order given to them, no questions asked. Private Slaves are individuals claimed by another individual with a collar with the owners name on them, making them only beholden to their owners orders.

New Rule: Emma Barnes and Sophia Hess are the Private Slaves of Taylor Hebert. They can recognize the incongruities caused by this Rule and the Rule above it, and are aware of the wording of the aforementioned Rules.

Snapping the Rulebook shut, I could only watch in wicked glee as Emma and Sophia… shimmered, for lack of a better word. From where they had been dressed in reasonable fashionable clothes, now the only garment on their bodies was a gloss-finished black collar with a golden tag engraved with ‘Property of Taylor Hebert’.

The pair of girls mimed a shriek in unison, still disallowed to speak or move. Their eyes were impossibly wide as the information of their new status filtered into their brains. They slowly turned their gazes to me, only to pale at the expression on my face.

“You both are forever barred from harming me, physically or mentally, and are entirely unable to go against my orders in the spirit they were given. You are allowed to move and speak.” I watched with cruel amusement as the two girls moved to cover their bare breasts and crotches.

Sophia turned her glare on me. “What did you do, Hebert? How did you do this?!”

I hummed, taping my bottom lip in consideration. “Before I get to that, I don’t like how you refer to me. From now on you both are require to refer to me as Mistress or My Lady.”

The black girl’s glare deepened in hate. “Answer the question, Mistress.” Her eyes widened, obviously having tried to ignore the order.

Tutting at the girl, I patted her head patronizingly. “Well, ****, I happened across a particular artifact that let me do it. Simple as that. And you are never allowed to reveal the existence of said artifact to anyone else, ever.”

Turning my attention from my new slaves, I opened the changing room door and started walking out. Hearing the pair squeak behind me, I called out to them. “Follow along now. I don’t want you getting left behind.” Their footsteps hurriedly followed, and I allowed my satisfaction to show.

Now, to decide what to do with them.