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Chapter 12 by Obelx Obelx

What will you do?

Mike persuades you

Jake sat across from Mike, holding his phone tightly, unsure if giving Mike access to the app was a good idea. The cafeteria buzzed with the usual noise of students, but the tension between them felt thick, almost tangible.

"Dude, just let me try it," Mike insisted, leaning forward with that sly grin he always had when he was up to something. "You said it works, right? One command, that’s all I’m asking."

Jake hesitated, glancing down at the phone. "I don’t know, man. This thing is… it’s powerful. I’m still figuring it out myself."

Mike rolled his eyes, his tone more playful now. "C’mon, Jake, it’s not like I’m gonna break it. Don’t you want to see what someone else would do with it? Maybe you’re missing something. Besides, if it’s as crazy as you say, we could have a lot of fun with this."

Jake frowned, still unsure. "I just don’t want you doing something reckless."

Mike’s expression softened slightly, though the mischief was still in his eyes. "Hey, you trust me, right? Just one little command. Nothing serious. Let me see how it works."

Jake sighed, feeling himself slowly giving in. It was true, he was curious about how someone else would use the app. Mike wasn’t stupid—he knew the risks, didn’t he? Finally, with a deep breath, Jake handed over the phone. "Alright. One command. But don’t mess with anything big."

Mike’s face lit up as he took the phone, his fingers moving quickly over the screen. "You got it," he said, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Jake couldn’t see what Mike was typing, but he felt a strange sense of unease wash over him.

Without Jake seeing, Mike typed:

**"Jake should feel more obedient in Mike's presence and give in more easily to his suggestions."**

Mike hit enter, watching the confirmation pop up:

**"Command accepted."**

He handed the phone back with a grin that made Jake feel a little off-kilter. "There you go. Easy as that," Mike said, sitting back casually, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Jake pocketed his phone, feeling slightly strange, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Something subtle had shifted, but for now, he shook it off, unaware of the deeper influence Mike had just planted.

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