Chloe.

Dejan sat on the couch, the slug’s jar resting on the coffee table, its blue pulse casting faint flickers across the room. Linda was out running errands, leaving the house quiet except for Sara, who lounged nearby, scrolling through her phone with that ever-present sly grin. The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for Chloe, Sara’s latest target. Dejan’s mind churned with ideas for this one, a hunger building as he thought about her. Sara had described Chloe in detail—amazing body, perfect ass, big perky tits. A prize worth keeping.

The doorbell rang, and Sara snapped up, her grin widening. “That’s her. Showtime.” She moved to the door, her enthusiasm palpable, while Dejan stayed seated, jar in reach. He heard Sara’s voice, bright and welcoming. “Hey, Chloe! So glad you could make it. Come in, we’re just chilling.”

Chloe stepped into the living room, and Dejan’s breath caught. She was even better than described—tight jeans hugging a round, firm ass, a low-cut top straining over full, perky tits, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, a little shy, waving at him. “Hey, Dejan. Sara said you guys were just hanging out?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, leaning back, eyes raking over her. “Make yourself at home.” His voice was casual, but inside, a possessive edge sharpened. “I just might keep this one,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Sara to hear.

Sara, standing behind Chloe, bit her lip hard, a shudder running through her. Her eyes glazed with raw arousal, her breath hitching as Dejan’s satisfaction washed over her. His happiness, his thrill in brainwashing others—it hit her like a ****. She was wired to revel in his pleasure, and right now, she was damn near cumming just from his words. “Fuck, Dejan,” she whispered, voice low so Chloe wouldn’t hear. “That’s hot. Make her yours.”

Dejan smirked at Sara’s reaction, then focused on Chloe, who’d settled on the couch opposite him, clueless to the storm brewing. “Hey, Chloe, check this out,” Sara said, pulling her phone out with a fake laugh, stepping closer to distract her. “Saw this meme earlier, you gotta see it.”

As Chloe leaned in, giggling at the screen, Dejan unscrewed the jar. The slug moved like a blur, a streak of cobalt darting across the floor, up Chloe’s leg, and into her ear before she could even flinch. Her body locked up mid-laugh, eyes going blank, hands dropping to her lap. Sara stepped back, her grin predatory, watching with eager anticipation.

The slug’s voice echoed in Dejan’s mind. *Master, connection established. Awaiting your command.*

“Program Chloe,” Dejan thought, his intent razor-sharp. “Rewrite her personality. Make her deeply in love with me, obsessed, willing to do anything for me no matter how fucked up or wrong. She wants to gain my love and become my trophy wife one day. One step at a time. She’s completely loyal, no limits, no questions. When I command it, she acts normal around others, hiding her devotion unless I say otherwise. No triggers needed, make this her permanent state. Do it now.”

*Understood, Master. Adjusting neural matrix. Embedding deep emotional attachment and absolute loyalty. Setting behavioral mask for public interactions as directed. Programming… complete.*

Chloe’s body twitched once, then relaxed. Her eyes cleared, focusing on Dejan with a new intensity, a soft, adoring smile curving her lips. She shifted closer on the couch, her posture open, almost needy. “Hey,” she said, voice warm, a little breathless. “I’m really glad I came over. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Dejan’s pulse quickened at the change, the raw devotion in her gaze. “Yeah? That’s good to hear,” he said, leaning forward, testing her. “What would you do for me, Chloe?”

Her smile deepened, eyes locked on his, unblinking. “Anything, Dejan. You name it, I’m there. Doesn’t matter what it is. I just want to make you happy.” Her voice dripped with sincerity, her hand reaching out to brush his knee, a subtle but **** need in the touch.

Sara watched from the side, her own arousal spiking again, chest heaving as she soaked in Dejan’s control. “Shit, that’s perfect,” she murmured, barely containing herself. “She’s all yours. What’s the plan for her?”

Dejan grinned, eyes still on Chloe, drinking in her body, the way her top clung to her curves. “Stick around, Chloe. I want you close for a while. Let’s see how far this goes.” He glanced at Sara. “You did good. Real good.”

Sara’s knees nearly buckled at the praise, her grin faltering into a dazed smirk. “Thanks, Dejan. Seeing her like this for you—it’s everything. Tell me what you need next. I’m ready.”

Chloe nodded eagerly, oblivious to Sara’s fervor, her focus solely on Dejan. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to. Just say what you want, and I’m on it.” Her hand lingered on his knee, fingers tightening slightly, a silent plea for direction.

Dejan settled back, the weight of her loyalty sinking in, a new toy to explore. “For now, just stay here. We’ll figure out the rest soon enough.” He shot Sara a look, her flushed face confirming her shared high. With Chloe bound to him, permanently his, the game just got a whole lot bigger.