That's your plan?

"Something wrong with my gun? Does she need fuckin silver bullets? How is this your master plan?" Kelly rolls her eyes at George's outbursts.

"She knows you, dummy, and since you got that restraining order, security at her and Tiffany's office building knows you too. You won't get past the lobby and even if you did she'd be ready for you. I'd love to do it in her sleep but she's lost my tail every time I try to follow. Quinton is the most sensible choice he has ample opportunity and she doesn't suspect he's broken the conditioning yet." You're staring down at the gun in your hand as Kelly and George argue back and forth. The thought of shooting someone upsets you and you drop the gun on the floor with a thud. The sound grabs Kelly's attention and she looks at you.

"I-I- don't think I could do it." You say, embarrassed and afraid of the possibility you very well could. Kelly crouches down in front of you and picks up the weapon. She puts it back in your hand and holds it there as she speaks.

"I know what I'm asking you to do is difficult Quinton. Especially for someone like you. You're just a kid." She puts her other hand on your cheek. "But this witch will destroy you, she'll destroy your friends, family, anyone who ever met you. Then she'll move on to anyone else Chris tells her to. She's dangerous, the world will be better without her." You sense the slightest hint of regret in Kelly's voice. You wonder if her stonecold routine is an act or if she still cares for Morgan.

"I-I know but... I..." You trail off. Tears begin to form in your eyes.

"Goddamnit, he can't do it. I'm sorry Quinn, no offense, but you don't have it in you." George cuts in.

"Shut up!" Kelly snaps. She looks back to you. "Quinton, you can do this. This is the only way to make sure you and your Mom and everyone get out of this safe and sound. You do Morgan, we do Chris the same day. Once they're gone, a little light **** and deconditioning and your mom will be good as new and Chris will never touch you again." You want to believe her. You need this to end, but killing someone is something you never thought you'd be capable of. You know Kelly's right though, it's Morgan or you. Your last thoughts are of your mother before you finally speak, you hope she will understand once all this is through.

"O-Ok." You say hesitantly with a nod. Kelly squeezes your hand and smiles at you, it's a smile you've seen before, on Morgan's face.

"Ok." She stands and walks to the sofa to sit, leaving the gun in your hand. She settles in before explaining her full plan. "Tomorrow you're going to go to Morgan's just like normal, except that will be in your pocket." She points at the gun. "It won't set off the metal detectors in the lobby. The second you walk into her office, before she has a chance to say or do anything, that's very important, she could gas you, hit you with a dart, say something to make you hesitate and give her an opening, you can't listen to the witch, walk in, pull the gun, and shoot. Don't even think, just do." You look down at the gun. You're still not sure you can do this. Even though you now know Morgan is a freak and she just got off on everything you told her, you still have this image in your mind of the person you thought she was. The idea of doing **** to her unsettles you even though you know at this point it shouldn't. Your thoughts are interrupted by George.

"What about Tiffany? He can't shoot her, and she's not just gonna let him walk out if he even manages to pull the trigger."

"Got it covered. Luckily Chris is not nearly as disciplined in cyber security as Morgan is. According to his texts, it looks like he's taking Tiffany for the day tomorrow. They're going on a cute little thrall and master date to the beach and then a little hiking, probably gonna have wild sex in the woods. It couldn't be more perfect for us." Kelly gives another unnerving smile.

Deserved or not, she is way too excited at the prospect of ****. You think.

"You and me gonna follow them?" George says to Kelly.

"Yes. I don't want to risk either of us driving Quinton anywhere near that building again and Chris should be the harder target as long as Quinton gets the drop on Morgan. You and I will follow Chris until he's distracted with Tiffany. We'll get the drop on them, knock her out, and bury him right there in the woods."

"Wait, what about Morgan? How am I supposed to get away with just shooting her?" You cut in, suddenly realizing you'll be pretty easy to identify as the killer. Kelly turns back to you with a smile.

"The freaky bitch has taken care of that for us. She's always taking cases with psychos, rapists, working with prisoners, and I may have taken the liberty of laying down a little trail of anonymous threats that will lead investigators to a nice big pool of suspects that frankly make much more sense than you." She giggles, once again unnerving you with how cool and collected she is about having her ex-girlfriend murdered. "She's certainly soundproofed her office, at least the room she meets clients in, you should have time once the deed is done to clean the gun and drop it down the garbage shoot." Kelly explains what you should do to clean the gun of your prints and which garbage shoot you should drop it down. She shows you a blueprint on her phone, there's a shoot right near Morgan's office. "Once you've done that, run through the halls, scream for help, you just 'found' a body." Kelly says emphasizing "found" with air quotes.

Fuck I'm really gonna do this. You think, looking down at the gun once more.

"They're going to question you. If you can't put on a good poker face, you need to ham it up, you'll have to convince the first responders you would never have done this. Once the case gets going, Kelly's right, they'll prefer the big bad ex-client theory over you. Without knowing about this mind control shit, you're just in no way the type to commit ****. No history of ****, upper middle class, up until recently a good relationship with your mom, etc." Kelly shrugs and speaks again.

"He'll be fine, worst case scenario, I'll lay in an airtight frame job after the fact on some poor **** Morgan saw last year or something. After we have Tiffany, we'll take her to a site I have ready for deprogramming. I'll leave you with her and get Quinton and his mom ASAP."

"What about my friends, Molly and Edgar? Chris is changing them too."

"Fuck what a busy boy, we can get them after we take care of your mom and Tiffany. All told, by Monday you should be free of this, and we can all get back to our lives and never speak of this again." You nod and so does George. It looks like you've settled on a plan. Kelly drives you home with time to spare, the gun stuffed in your pocket.

"Hide that somewhere smart tonight. If your mother finds it we're fucked sideways." She says, looking at you in the rear view. "Good luck." With that, she unlocks the door and you exit the car before she quickly drives off.

You walk inside and take the gun up to your room. You hide the gun with your mother's panties under your mattress. You take a sniff before putting it away. Your mother's scent is starting to fade. Through the arousal you feel your determination growing along with your dick. You stuff them back beneath the mattress and move to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Your mother calls you to let you know she won't be home till late.

"Chris decided to take me out after our session today."

"Ok mommy... have fun." You say trying to sound convincing. She doesn't seem suspicious and the call concludes. You exhale and sit down to eat a quiet dinner by yourself before cleaning up and heading to your room. You lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, going over the plan in your mind. Don't hesitate. You think to yourself over and over. You run through the steps of the plan until you can do it backwards, just staring up into the dark. You're still awake when you hear your mother come in. The front door opens with a creak and you hear the tapping of heels on the tile. In the silence of your televisionless room you hear your mother's voice faintly through the walls.

"I had a wonderful time, thank you."

"I'm glad Angela. I hope to see you again?" You recognize Chris's voice. You can't be shocked he's grown so familiar with her, but it pains you to hear him refer to your mother so casually by her first name. You burn with anger and jealousy when you hear a slight moan and realize they are sharing a passionate good night kiss.

"Count on it." You hear her say in an intimate whisper, even through the wall. You have to suppress the urge to grab the gun and walk downstairs right now. You hear the door shut and Chris's car drives away. You lay there, under the covers fuming. Then you hear footsteps in the hall. There's a light knock and your door opens quietly.

"Sweetie?" Your mother's silhouette appears in the doorway. "You still awake?"

"Yeah mom." You manage to croak out.

"Did you have a good day?" She asks.

"Yeah, I went to the mall after I did my chores." You say, heart pounding in your ears.

"That's good. Sweet dreams honey." And with that, she shuts the door and you hear her footsteps recede down the hall. You settle in for another night of odd sounds and weird voices from the void. You fall asleep, despite the cacophony and the trepidation you feel about tomorrow, you're too weary to remain awake after last night's disturbances.