Something is off...

A bead of his essence trickled down his shaft. His heavy breathing prickled the atmosphere. But Cassandra? She didn't speak. When she met his gaze, her pupils were blank. Completely devoid of an iris, utterly empty and misty. It was actually a little creepy.

"Uh, Cass?"

"Yes, Master?"

A shiver went up this spine. Her voice had lost its garble and was now flat and well-enunciated. It wasn't Cassandra. It was something he saw on the news with Poison Ivy. It was a sensation identical to the one in the elevator with Iman Avesta. It was–

'Mind control.'

"No fucking way. No way." Aaron pulled himself up, his heart unsteady. "Cass? Cassandra? You're there, right?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, again without emotion or light. He licked his lips, annoyed. Her body signs weren't indicating anything. No authentic sentiment or passion.

"Who are you?"

"Your servant."

Her words were hollow. For some reason, that irked him.

"And me?"

Her answer was immediate. "Master."

"Alright, wait." Aaron stopped to think, to look at her close. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No, Master."

Aaron came close and poked her on the cheek. Nothing. No response. His body language ability told him she did not react in the slightest.

'Don't tell me a portion of Ivy's powers passed onto me? No, rather, that it unlocked my metagene?' He wanted to laugh. 'My superpower is aphrodisiac cum? Really? What is this, porn?'

He glanced up at her worriedly. When it came to the morality of mind control, Aaron wasn't sure how to feel about it. If it was some villain, he wouldn't have minded as much. If it was Tanya and Vicki, he would probably limit his commands to everything but the morally reprehensible.