She passes out.

Eliza stirred, groaning mildly as she returned to the world of the living. She was sore and dehydrated, thirsty as hell, smacking her dry lips. After a few groggy moments, her eyes finally managed to pry themselves open, Eliza finding herself still in Jason's room. On the nearby table sat her discarded shorts and weirdly, the bra she had been wearing. She didn't remember taking it off, the last thing she could remember was...oh, right. Her cheeks flared red as she recalled the events of the night before. Fuck, this is really happening. She looked herself over, finding that while her bra might be missing, her panties had been put back on her. Jason must have modified her clothing while she was asleep, to make her more comfortable she would presume. Though she didn't doubt for a second that he didn't take the chance to sneak a peak, but that was hardly a concern to her. It wouldn't have been the first time Jason saw her tits anyway, Eliza having flashed him on numerous occasions for one reason or another.

Thinking about it, the two of them have had a weird relationship since she could remember. They had been best friends since grade school, being practically inseparable all the way past high school. They even went to the same college, though having vastly different majors. He was the geeky type going into some field of engineering she had no way of comprehending, while she was getting a liberal arts degree to become a writer. She chuckled softly, realizing that if she wrote an autobiography of what she was experiencing right now, it would read like a fantasy novel.

Having reminded herself, her hands instinctively went up to her throat, finding the choker still latched firmly around her neck. This...thing, what was it? It had the uncanny ability to take over her body, to make her do things she never would do on her own. Was it magic? The thought seemed crazy just to think about, but considering what she had experienced, it seemed more likely than any other explanation her mind could conjure up. Another attempt was make to find a clasp, but was quickly discarded when nothing new appeared. Sighing in defeat Eliza dragged herself from the bed, redressed herself, and slogged out of the room. A feeling of dread started to rise as she walked down the familiar hallway, knowing she would be facing Jason in mere moments. She was unsure if she'd be able to look him in the eyes after last night, but then paused, her face scrunching up in a scowl. Wait, he made me do that. What am I to be ashamed of? With a false sense of bravado fueled by anger, Eliza marched into the living room with intent. That very bravado quickly fell off as her eyes spotted Jason languishing on the couch, their eyes meeting as he turned his head.

"Go ahead and get breakfast, you know where the food is." He glanced back down, returning to his phone. Eliza wanted to stamp up towards him, but found her body had other plans as she walked into his pantry, grabbing some cereal. She grumbled at the necklace, though she wasn't the only thing grumbling as her stomach reminded her that she had skipped dinner last night. Sighing, she went with the flow, pouring herself a bowl and sitting at the table. She remarked that, if she willfully did as instructed, she had an amount of control over how the command was conducted. But the second she tried to defy it, her body took over and followed it to completion.

"I'm...sorry about last night," Jason said as she sat down. "You caught me when...let's just say you caught me at a bad time and I wasn't thinking straight. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No," Eliza said through a mouthful of food, almost **** as she spoke. "Dammit, at least let me finish swallowing you damn choker." She growled, cleaning up the small amount of spittle that came out from her words. Once she finished she managed to make eye contact with Jason again. "Look, it's just...I don't know. You have no idea how weird it is to have your body just...do things. And about last night, I can't say...I just...I don't know."

"Tell it to me straight." He commanded, knowing her necklace would activate.

"I enjoyed last night, and it felt really good." Eliza pursed her lips at the **** response but took a deep breath and continued on her own. "I'll be honest, it wasn't what I was looking for when I came here last night, but I wouldn't say I...regret what happened. And it did make me feel better, in multiple ways." She muttered the last part. The expression on Jason's face lightened up, an invisible weight seemingly disappearing with her words.

"That's good to hear, I was worried I pushed you too far. Good to know you're just a freak." And there it is. She thought to herself. There's the asshole she remembered.

"I'm not a freak!"

"Says the woman whose first thought was how big of a bulge I had, and why is that?"

"Because I saw you jerking off." Eliza's hand quickly darted to her mouth, but it was too late. A look of horror replaced Jason's easy going sneer, realizing the implications.

"Wait, really?"

"Well...yeah. It was by accident though." Eliza quickly added. "I let myself in with the spare key you gave me and...heard movement in your room. I have to say, you were really into whatever it was that was on that screen." Eliza took the chance to flip the table, making Jason be the one that squirmed for once. Though the look on Jason's face didn't fill her with confidence, in fact, it had become his trademarked sneer. It was the one he had when he came up with some crazy idea which, considering the circumstances, didn't bode well for Eliza.

"You know, it's not polite to spy on others, especially in private moments. How 'bout you return the favor then and take your shirt off." Eliza groaned as her body complied with his command, ripping the shirt off and throwing it aside.

"Really? You're a just a fucking pervert, aren't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Can you blame me though? Bra too."

"No." She answered, then shook her head as her hands undid the clasp of her bra. It fell down on the table and she brushed it away before motor functions returned to her, Eliza quickly covering herself up with an arm. "What, didn't get enough of a look last night when you took it off?"

"Actually, no, I didn't look. I wasn't going to take advantage of you while you were asleep."

"Oh, but it's okay to do it when I'm awake, what kind of shit-brained logic is that?"

"Don't say that, you know you're loving this right now." Eliza opened her mouth to retort, but stopped herself, unsure of what answer might come out. "That's what I thought. How 'bout this, let's play a little game." Jason got up, making his way towards her. It was his normal walk, but considering the context, was rather intimidating. "I'm going to extinguish some pent up frustration on you, and you stop me when I cross the line, but only if I cross the line. Am I understood?"

"Yes Master." Eliza scowled at Jason, still annoyed at this whole master business.

"Good, now, move your arm, I want a better look." Eliza did as instructed, her arm autonomously uncovering herself. A heat welled up in her cheeks as Jason stared at her, his eyes taking in her naked form.

"Very good, Kitten."

"Kitten, really?" Eliza rolled her eyes, trying her best to distract herself from her nakedness. It didn't work, Eliza still blushing up a storm. He simply chuckled, moving behind her. When she turned to face him defiantly, he stopped her.

"No, keep looking forward." Eliza grumbled once more as she returned forward, Jason taking a stance behind her. It felt intimidating and yet...she couldn't help but feel somewhat...excited at the prospect. She scolded herself for the urge that was slowly growing inside of her, but her harsh words didn't dissuade the feeling from rising. Jason placed his hands on her shoulders, causing Eliza to jerk suddenly. She bit her lip, half in frustration, half in anticipation at what was about to happen.