He wakes up

He jolted awake in his own bed.

Sheets tangled around his legs. Boxers sticky and wet. Heart racing.

A wet dream.

Just a fucking wet dream.

Relief crashed through him first, sharp, dizzying. The penlight hadn’t been used yet. Mrs. Reed was safe.

Then the guilt followed, heavy and sour.

He’d gotten off to the fantasy of hypnotizing her. Of making her call him Master. Of her hand on his cock while she confessed fake feelings in that dead voice. He’d cum to it, hard and part of him had loved it.

Was he any better than Zack? Than the others?

He curled onto his side, face buried in the pillow, shame burning hot behind his eyes.

No. He wouldn’t become that. He wouldn’t use the device. He’d tell his mom everything, let her destroy it, report it, whatever it took. He wasn’t a monster.

He glanced at the clock on his nightstand.

11:45 a.m.

Fifteen minutes before he had to leave for college.

Shit.

He scrambled out of bed, yanked off the soiled boxers and rushed through a cold shower, scrubbing hard like he could wash the dream away. He put on his fresh clothes, jeans, hoodie, sneakers. Hair still slightly damp. Backpack slung over one shoulder.

He hurried downstairs, hoping, praying his mom had found something. A way to neutralize the penlight. A way to stop Zack. A way to keep Mrs. Reed safe.

The kitchen light was on. The smell of fresh coffee drifted up the stairs.

His mom was already awake.

Jaden walked into the kitchen, still damp from the shower, heart thudding with a mix of dread and **** hope. He needed to know, had to know if his mom had cracked it. If there was a way out of this nightmare that didn’t end with him handing Mrs. Reed over like some sacrificial lamb.

He stopped dead in the doorway.

Rick was sitting at the dining table in the next room, slouched back in one of the chairs, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other drummed idly on the wood. He looked up the second Jaden appeared, flashing that easy, lopsided grin that usually made everything feel lighter.

“Hey there, bud. Took you long enough. I was just about to come check on ya, thought maybe you’d died in your sleep or some shit.”

Jaden’s stomach lurched.

Rick, his best friend since middle school. The guy he’d shared every stupid secret with, every late-night gaming session, every dumb crush confession. And last night Jaden had watched Rick’s mother, Dr. Elena Moreno, the untouchable principal, kneel in a black latex corset, tits squished to the floor, calling Zack “Captain” like he was her god. He’d seen her moan when Zack ground his sneaker into her face. He’d felt her massive breasts crushed against the back of his own head while she held him like a toy.

How the fuck was he supposed to look Rick in the eye?

He couldn’t tell him. Not a word. The truth would shatter Rick, destroy the image he had of his perfect, strict, unbreakable mom. Jaden had to fix this quietly. Cleanly. Without Rick ever knowing what had been happening right under his nose for who-knows-how-long.

He **** a weak smile, throat tight. “Uh… hey, man. Yeah. Rough night.”