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"I didn't do anything special," I lied, feeling Jenna's gaze pierce through me. She let out a soft chuckle, the sound light and airy.

"Keep your secrets then," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. There was something in her tone, a playful lilt that seemed out of place, that made me question whether it was the key's influence at work. Observing her closely, I couldn't detect anything amiss; she appeared completely unchanged. Even her clothes were exactly as they had been before, a detail that puzzled me, given the box's previous alterations.

We joined our parents at the dinner table, where Dad quipped about my sudden disappearance. Before I could muster a response, Jenna interjected with a seamless change of topic. "You know, I read that the storm might clear up by tomorrow. The lake would be perfect for that picnic," she said, effortlessly drawing our parents' attention away from me. It was subtle but unmistakable, and I couldn't help but wonder what effect the key had truly had on her.

The dinner progressed smoothly, yet there was an undercurrent of tension—at least for me. Every glance toward Jenna, every casual laugh she shared with our parents, seemed to be laced with an unfamiliar restraint. I couldn't shake the feeling that the key had woven some subtle change into her demeanor. Yet, frustratingly, there was no overt sign, no clear indication of what had been altered.

I was clinging to the hope that the key would make her more amenable to my desires, but so far, she had offered no hint of compliance, no suggestion that she was ready to fulfill any wish of mine, ignoring me as she used to for most of dinner. The only thing that seemed different was the way she had deftly diverted our father's curiosity about my whereabouts earlier.

As the meal came to an end, Dad, ever the instigator of family fun, asked if we were still game for the board games Jenna had earlier been so eager to play. To my surprise, her enthusiasm seemed to have waned, and she turned to me, her eyes holding mine for a moment longer than usual.

"Alex, what do you think? Are you up for games tonight?" she asked, her voice lacking its usual charge. It was a small deviation from her earlier zeal, but it was enough to make me wonder about the full extent of the key's effects.

I couldn't shake the nagging thoughts swirling in my head, the uncertainty of what I had potentially unleashed in Jenna. The idea of sitting around a board game, feigning interest in a trivial competition, was unbearable. My mind was far too consumed by the evening's earlier escapades and the anticipation of the consequences.

"I think I'll pass on games tonight," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I've got a bit of a headache brewing, and I don't want to ruin the fun for everyone else."

The suggestion of games dissolved quickly after my excuse, as though it had been the linchpin holding the evening's plans together. Our parents seemed to find solace in their own alternative, smiling at each other with a knowing look. "Well, we've got that last episode of Severance to catch up on," Susan declared, her tone carrying a hint of relief.

Jenna's response was immediate, "I think I'll head to my room."

As the family dispersed, each retreating to their own corners of the house, I was left to ponder the full extent of my actions and Jenna's uncharacteristic behavior. The weight of the unknown pressed heavily upon me, leaving a tightness in my chest that no excuse could alleviate.

As I hesitated at the threshold of my own room, Jenna's voice cut through the silence, calling out to me from her doorway. "Alex, can you come here for a sec?" Her tone was even, betraying nothing of her intentions.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, I turned back and moved toward her room, my mind racing with the possibilities of what awaited me. Was this the moment where she would surrender to the desires I was hoping to awaken within her? Or had she discovered my meddling and was now about to tear me a new one?

Stepping into her space, I immediately noticed the box, still on her dresser, apparently untouched and locked. A wave of relief passed over me, but it was short-lived. Jenna's eyes were fixed on mine, and with an unsettling confidence, she asked, "Did you put anything inside the box while I was gone?"

She didn't seem angry, rather there was a hint of curiosity and a palpable tension, as if she was on the edge of a discovery. I struggled to maintain my composure, to keep my secret just that—a secret.

Staring at Jenna, I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to gauge her reaction. She let out a soft grumble of frustration, the sound of someone wrestling with a riddle they couldn't solve. "Look, Alex," she began, her voice tinged with exasperation, "I need to know if you put something in there. If you did, and you want to keep it a secret, I promise I won't open the box."

Confused, I found my voice. "Why wouldn't you open it?" I asked, unable to hide the bewildered expression on my face.

Jenna's gaze softened, and she shrugged. "You're entitled to your secrets, Alex. I'm planning to use the box again, but I don't want to accidentally stumble upon whatever you're hiding," she explained with a casual ease that was disarming.

It clicked then—the key from my old diary, the one I had slipped into the box, was influencing her, making her protect my secrets, prioritize my privacy over anything else.

I took a deep breath and decided honesty was the best approach, suspecting the key would still protect me from any fallout. "Yes, I put something inside," I admitted, watching her reaction closely. Jenna's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering across her face.

"So, are you going to tell me what it is? Because if you don't, I can't use the box," she said, her implication clear: my secret was barring her from indulging in the box's transformative powers.

I pondered for a moment before responding. "If you're not going to use it, then give it to me," I suggested.

Jenna crossed her arms, her confidence unwavering. "I don't plan on letting you put anything else in there without me knowing. I'll respect your secrets, but if you keep me in the dark, we're at a stalemate. I won't use the box, but I won't let you use it either," she declared, her eyes locked on mine, challenging me to make the next move.

The realization that Jenna might actually be able to bypass the key's influence if she knew exactly what it was doing made me hesitate. But, suspecting that it wouldn't change her current state, I decided to come clean. "I hid the key to my private diary in the self-confidence book," I confessed, gauging her reaction for any sign of the key's sway weakening.

She exhaled sharply, her frustration with me evident. It seems that by revealing my secret it wasn't one anymore, not to her at least, and she was now free to judge it for what it was. "Alex, that's not okay. You've completely violated my consent," she said, her voice calm but laced with insult.

"Do you plan to tell anyone?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna scoffed at the question, "Of course I won't. Your dirty secrets are safe, but only because the key is making me feel like… like I should protect them." she admitted with a roll of her eyes, fully aware that her actions were being influenced.

I watched in silent anticipation as Jenna opened the box and carefully flipped through the book, her fingers grazing the key but not pulling it out. Instead, she let it clatter against the bottom, ensuring it remained within sight.

"Why aren't you taking it out?" I asked, my suspicions confirmed by what she said next.

She tilted her head, a frown creasing her brow. "I can't," she replied, her tone betraying a hint of frustration. "If I remove the key, its effects will fade, and then I might just spill every last detail of what a piece of shit you are. The safest way to keep your fucking secrets, is to leave that damn key inside." Her words were laced with the paradoxical blend of resentment and a compulsion to protect my privacy.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh, a release of tension in an awkward situation that hadn't gone at all as I'd planned. Jenna wasn't on her knees ready to worship my cock, but at the same time, she wasn't about to blow up my life with a scandal. In a twisted way, the key had worked—just not in the manner I'd fantasized about. She was even cautious, keeping her voice low so that our parents remained oblivious to the drama unfolding in her room, and this was hilarious.

With a stern look that somehow still carried the weight of her newfound self-assuredness, she pointed a finger at me. "Listen, Alex," she said with a firmness that made me almost believe she could break free from the key's influence, "I'm going to make damn sure you never put anything in this box again. Understand?"

I met Jenna's fuming gaze with a challenge. "What if I just take the box right now?" I asked, the corner of my mouth lifting into a half-smirk.

Her eyes flashed with defiance. "I'll stop you," she stated flatly.

"And how do you plan to do that without making noise? Without drawing attention? Are you really ready to fight me on this, right here, right now?" I pressed, watching her closely.

The room fell into tense silence, her anger palpable, yet she said nothing, her resolve seemingly faltering under the threat of exposure.

With a smirk still playing on my lips, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the box. As I did, Jenna's hand shot out, gripping my arm with urgency. "Please, don't use this against my will," she pleaded quietly, her voice steady despite the softness of her plea. "Remember our deal."

"You broke that deal first," I reminded her, my grip on the box tightening. "You used the box without me."

She breathed out an apology, the confidence lent to her by the box still coloring her tone. "Listen, I'm sorry! I've learned my lesson, and you now have the upper hand by taking the box. I'm just asking you to be a decent human being and not to turn me into your puppet," she implored. "You can have the box, but I should have a say in what goes inside."

I weighed her words, feeling the pull of my hidden desires for her, the temptation to make her bend to my will. After a moment, I nodded. "Fine," I conceded without much conviction.

As I reached the door, I paused and turned back to Jenna, a perplexed expression etched on my face. "One thing I don't get," I began, "is why the key only influenced your mind but didn't change your body or clothes."

Jenna seemed momentarily taken aback by the question, her brows knitting together as she pondered. Then, with a snap of her fingers, her face brightened with realization. "I think I've got it," she exclaimed. "The key's purpose is to guard your secrets, right? And since you wouldn't want anyone to find out about the box, it makes sense that the key's effects would be… well, covert."

The logic of her explanation resonated with me. I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of closure on the matter, and then stepped out of her room with the, leaving Jenna alone with her thoughts.