She has to worship Aiden

Chloe had watched everything.

She watched Mei go from uptight perfectionist to giddy, shallow plaything.

She watched Lena, once cool and commanding, now toying with Sheldon like a cheerleader teasing her prey.

And she had **** but to watch—completely frozen except for her terrified, darting eyes—while her world dissolved around her.

When Aiden finally turned to her, the room felt colder. He stood directly in front of her, quiet for a moment, just drinking in her fear.

“Well, Madam President,” he said softly, fingers brushing along her cheek. “You've been such a good audience. I think it's time we gave you a part in the show.”

He stepped back, giving her room, then raised his hand to the SMPD again.

“Speak only when spoken to. Soft whispers only,” he commanded. A pulse from the device rippled out. Chloe's body relaxed slightly, lips parting as she gasped in breath—but her voice came out in a hushed whisper, trembling but obedient.

“A-Aiden…”

“Yes, Chloe?” he said, crouching slightly to look into her wide, unblinking eyes.

“W-what do you want from me?” she whispered.

“I want to know,” Aiden said, slowly pacing around her like a lion. “What would horrify you the most? What would humiliate you, break you, erase everything that makes you who you are?”

He expected her to say something typical. Something vain. Something he could twist into a living joke like the others.

But Chloe surprised him.

She closed her eyes, trembling.

“I… I’d hate to serve someone like you. To willingly serve you. To admire you. To believe in you.”

Aiden blinked, caught off guard for a second. Then his smirk returned, darker than before.

“Oh… Chloe,” he said, genuinely pleased. “You’re going to be very useful.”

He stepped in close again, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder.

“Let’s build something special, shall we?”

He leaned into her ear.

“You’ve always been confident. Independent. The moral compass of the council. The face of order and discipline. But deep down… you’re tired, aren’t you? You’ve always wished someone else would take control. Someone smarter. Stronger. More visionary. You’ve longed to follow, to be led, to dedicate yourself fully to someone truly… exceptional.”

He moved behind her, brushing her hair aside.

“You find purpose in serving now. Obedience isn’t weakness—it’s your new identity. You don’t crave attention like Lena. You don’t crave touch like Mei. You crave structure. You exist to help me win. You’re my second brain. My right hand. My fixer. And you love being mine.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. “You don’t just admire me. You worship me.”

“Let us meet my most devoted servant!” He announced to the room.

The moment the pulse washed over her, Chloe let out a soft, shuddering breath. Her eyes fluttered closed as her entire body seemed to ripple with realization — and then dropped.

Dropped to her knees.

Then to her hands.

Then lower still, until her forehead was pressed firmly against the cold floor, arms stretched forward in total submission.

Aiden blinked in amusement.

And then, she did it.

She leaned down further, lips brushing the tip of his shoe. A gentle kiss. Then another. Then several more — slow, reverent, almost trembling — like each touch was a sacred act.

“Master,” Chloe whispered, breathless. “My true Master…”

Aiden said nothing, letting the scene speak for itself. The once-righteous, sharp-tongued head of the student council now lay prostrate before him like a devoted ****, her voice quivering with gratitude.

“I belong to you,” she continued, her voice shaking with emotion. “Everything I was — my pride, my independence, my will — it was all a mistake. All of it. I see that now. I was meant to serve you. To worship you. Please, Master, let me be yours… completely.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow, his smile sharpening. “You sound ****, Chloe.”

“I am,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his other shoe. “Please… let me stay at your feet. Let me be your mind, your tool, your voice — whatever you command. I’ll betray anyone, abandon anything. Just… don’t send me away. Please…”

Aiden tilted her chin up with the tip of his shoe, forcing her teary, euphoric eyes to meet his.

“You’ll do more than stay,” he said. “You’ll lead them — but only under me. You’ll help me break them. Manage them. Shape this entire school in my image. That sound good?”

Chloe nodded fervently, eyes gleaming with almost religious fervor.

“Yes, Master. I’ll do everything. For you. Only you.”

Behind him, Lena gave an impressed whistle and nudged Mei, who was laughing in delighted disbelief. Sheldon, still bound in frozen horror, stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding — Chloe, the unshakable president, now bent in absolute devotion.

Aiden looked around the room, at the chaos and loyalty he’d sown.

Then back down at the girl kissing his feet.

He chuckled softly.

“Oh, Chloe. You don’t know half of it.”

Unbeknownst to all of them, outside the door to the Physics lab, someone was listening.

To be continued...