Red eyes

As Catherine swings a hand at Jerry, Barb’s eyes glow red.

“Stop.” Barb, intones.

With that Catherine simply stops in mid blow, her arm hanging just a few inches from Jerry’s face.

“You will obey any command Jerry gives you as though she were me.”

Jerry notes the tiredness in Barb’s voice and takes the hint. “Catherine, you will do no harm to me, Barb or Sebastian.”

“You fucking whores! What did you do to me!”

“Tsk, tsk. Such a mouth. You will only say nice things about us or you will be silent!”

Jerry sees the anger and hatred in her eyes. She idly wonders what it would take to turn that hatred into adoration.

Catherine tries to say something, but it turns into a snarl.

An exhausted sounding Barb mumbles. “What do we do with her now?”

“We let her bisexual ass go.”

“Bisexual?” Catherine sounds incredulous. “I’m not bisexual.”

Jerry smiles. “Yes, you are. Don’t you remember?”

“Well...I...” Catherine squirms. “I suppose I always have liked girls.”

“Catherine you are free to go.”

“Good. I need a drink, a nice Manhattan. I am so parched.”

Catherine stands up shakily, her skin is pale. She walks unsteadily at first. By the time she reaches the exit her gait is smooth and her tight round ass is swaying.

Barb smiles. “That was mean.”

“You can’t tell me she didn’t deserve it. Will she really be bisexual now?”

“I think so. My command over the dead is strong. Do we just let her go?”

“What else would we do with her?”

“I could send her back.”

“That doesn’t really seem fair. Besides, we can have her get us coffee.”

Barb giggles. “Do you want to go back to the party?”