Make her less bitchy

Her eyes are glassy, her breathing slow and even. The fury that was about to rip you apart is gone, replaced by a hollow, vacant shell. A perfect puppet. You step closer again, the power you have over her thrumming in your veins. You could make her a simpering, obedient doll... but she's still your sister. No, you want to refine her. Not break her.

"Alright, listen up," you say, your voice firm and commanding. "You’re going to be less of a bitch to me from now on. Just enough to make living with you tolerable. Got it?"

Her glazed eyes flicker slightly, like she’s processing the command deep in her subconscious. Then, slowly, she nods. "Yes."

You clap your hands together, satisfied. "Perfect. Now, wake up."

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, then open again, the haze lifting like mist under sunlight. She blinks, her brow furrowing slightly as she looks around, confusion flickering across her face.

"What… what was I doing?" she mutters, pushing off the wall. She adjusts her top, smoothing it down with her hands, then looks at you, her usual scowl softening just a fraction. "Were you… talking to me?"

You shrug, leaning against the armchair. "Just saying you looked like you were about to pass out standing up. You okay?"

She hesitates, her fingers brushing her temple like she’s trying to chase a thought that’s just out of reach. "Yeah, I… I guess I’m just tired." She shakes her head, her hair swaying with the movement. "I’m gonna… go lie down for a bit."

You watch her walk away, the sway of her hips slightly less sharp than usual, her shoulders a little less tense. When she reaches the hallway, she pauses, glancing back at you with an expression that’s almost… soft.

"Hey," she says, her voice lacking its usual venom. "Thanks for… you know. Checking on me."

You grin. "Anytime, sis."

As she disappears into her room, you can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.