Her best friend's house.

Eliza couldn't put her finger on it, but something was definitely off. What had happened back there? Could it have been exhaustion taking over? She thinks to herself. Though she quickly throws the thought away. She would never do something like that, it's completely against her nature. Looking around, she realizes that she's close to Jason's house. Turning towards his apartment, she needs to consult someone about it. Entering the complex, she climbs the stairs to the 3rd floor. She grabs the spare key that Jason had given her and unlocks the door. Letting herself in, she finds that Jason is nowhere to be seen

"Jason? You up?" Eliza yells, walking through the sitting room. She doesn't get a direct answer, but she does hear movement from down the hall. A door laid halfway open, light spilling out into the hallway. Good, he's up. Reaching the doorway, she peers into Jason's room, though she didn't consider what a teenager could be doing at this time of night. Jason sat at his computer on the opposite wall, a pair of noise canceling headphones adorned his head. His hand was clasped firmly on his cock, pumping away as the girl on the screen gets her brain fuck senseless.

Turning red, Eliza quickly retreated out into the sitting room. She saw much more of Jason then she ever wanted to see. Her mind has other plans, lingering on Jason's well-endowed member. It was bigger then she would have guessed. Trying to shake it out of her mind, she decides that sending Jason a message will be the most harmless way of getting his attention. Heading back outside, she locks the door and sends Jason a message to his Discord.

Jason, I'm outside you door. Could you let me in?

Eliza waits outside for a few moments, hoping to God that Jason sees her message. She then hears rustling behind the door, to which she lets out a sigh of relief. A slightly red-faced Jason stands behind the door. "Eliza?" He questions. "It's like, 11 o'clock at night."

"I know, I just...can I come in." Eliza looks down, uncomfortable with the current situation. She finds though, that looking down was the wrong choice. Her gaze fixates on the huge bulge in his pants, Jason obviously getting interrupted mid stride.

"Yeah, sure." Jason motions for Eliza to enter, to which she obliges. "Something wrong? Tell me, what's on your mind?" Jason ask's all nonchalant, but little did he know what she knew. Trying her best not to stutter, Eliza opens her mouth to answer. Though what came out was much worse then she could imagine.

"I'm thinking about how huge that bulge is." Once realizing what she just said, she quickly covers her mouth in horror. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"W-what?" Jason reels back a bit, caught off guard by Eliza's coarse remark. "Where did that come from?"

"I...I...don't know. That's what I'm here to talk to you about." Eliza can't look at Jason in the face anymore. Redder then a cherry, Eliza takes a seat on his couch. Jason, weary and confused, sits across from her. Covering her face, Eliza takes several deep breaths to calm herself. Her friend sits patiently, waiting for the explanation. Once she finally gets her composure together, she fills Jason in.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been saying and...doing things seemingly out of nowhere. Like..." Eliza pauses, looking at the ground once more. "Like I did earlier." Jason doesn't respond at all, staring at her. This only adds to Eliza's discomfort. She opens her mouth, but Jason begins to speak at that very moment.

"I'm confused. Are you sure it's not, like, lack of sleep or something?"

"I kissed Chris, Jason! It's not lack of sleep."

"You what?!?"

"That's what I'm saying. All the sudden I'm doing things against my will." Eliza feels herself starting into a cry, feeling scared and helpless. Jason, seeing Eliza spiraling towards full on weeping, tries his best to calm the situation.

"Calm down Eliza. You don't need to cry." Those words seem to pierce into her mind, as all those emotions she felt before instantly disappear. Eliza starts to connect the dots, slowly starting to realize what all the incidents have in common.

"Wait...Jason, tell me to do something."

"Uh...okay." He pauses for a moment, suspicion in his eyes. "Take your shirt off." He orders. Eliza looks at him wide-eyed, scowling at his words. Her hands begin to move by themselves, grabbing the base of her shirt and lifting it over her head.

"The fuck Jason. " Eliza scolds him. "Why'd you say something like that!" She throws her shirt across the room, only then does she regain control of her own body. Her arms quickly cover herself up.

"S-sorry!" He apologizes. "I had to make sure you weren't messing with me. It was the only way I could think to make sure." Eliza scowls at Jason, then turns to grab her shirt from across the room. She puts her shirt back on and begins to walk back.

"Stop." Jason orders again, to which Eliza freezes in place. Eliza returns a questioning glace as Jason nods his head. "Just as I thought, ordering you to do something seems to trigger it. Where'd you get that necklace? It has lit up every time you did something out of the blue." Grabbing at her neck, she had completely forgot about the darn thing.

"That's right, this thing." Eliza clutches it in her hand. "I found it at my grandparent's place, and now I can't seem to get it off." Pausing for a moment, Eliza realizes something. "Now that I think about it, it did all start after I put this thing on." Getting up from his seat, Jason examine the necklace closely.

"We should be able to cut this off pretty easily. Then, boom! Problem solved."

"I've already tried using scissors on it."

"I'll bring out the big guns then. Wait here." Eliza smiles as Jason walks away, thankful for his assistance. She motions to go sit down, but her body does't respond to her. What? Oh, he said wait here...dammit. Eliza is **** to stand patiently as Jason returns with a heavy duty tool case. "Guess this thing will finally come in use, eh Dad." He mutters to himself. Undoing the latch, he opens the case and brings out a pair of large cable cutters.

"If this thing doesn't cut it, nothing will." Eliza gulps down a lump in her throat, a little uncomfortable with have such a beast near her neck.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course, here, hold out the necklace." She hesitates for a moment, still unsure about the whole situation. Her body, on the other hand, has already grasped the necklace. The head of the bolt cutters slides across her skin, sending shivers throughout her body. Jason grips the cutters, squeezing down with ****. Sweat forms on Eliza's forehead as she feels the cutters shaking from the strain. After a few more seconds, Jason gives up, sliding the metal off her skin.

"Ok, we should stop. Anymore and I might actually hurt you. This sonuvabitch is sturdy."

"Dammit Jason, what am I going to do? I can't live like this." Jason puts his hand to his chin in a very stereotypical fashion. Then, after a few moments a smile grows on his face. "Eliza, you will only listen to my commands and no one elses."

"Jason, what are you saying?"

"Here me out. If we can't get rid of it, maybe we can at least lessen the effects." Eliza nods her head, understanding the logic behind his words. But then, something doesn't add up.

"Wait, why only your commands?" Jason doesn't answer, getting an even more devilish looking smile. Worry starts to wash over Eliza. "J-Jason?"