You're going to have to get your hands dirty.

You don't sleep well. Continuously throughout the night you are awoken by strange sounds emanating from several sources, each as unidentifiable as the next. You wake suddenly to your 6AM alarm feeling exhausted and drained. You spent half the night looking for whatever is transmitting these sounds, but just can't pinpoint their source. It's as if they finally come from nowhere. You heard clicks, rhythmic beeps, whispers, and mumbled words you don't quite recall, but you heard it. You know it's been happening for weeks and you have never acknowledged it. The implications frighten you and you quickly get out of bed to dress and get breakfast ready. The thought that your mother likely planted whatever devices are bathing your room in corrupting whispers each night sickens you at heart. Chris is ruthless, and you need to keep up appearances, like Kelly said, or there's no telling what he'll do. You descend the stairs and prepare yourself some coffee. You start cooking and just as you plate the food your mother walks in.

"Morning honey." She says with a yawn, stretching her body as she does so. Her nightshirt, a blue top with white lace trim, is pulled up slightly by the elongation of her back, showing off her sexy abs. She wears matching shorts which cover yet accentuate her luxurious hips.

"Morning mommy." You say quietly, blushing as you return to your task and set the table. She smiles at you with a somewhat imperious air from where she stands as you work. Once you've set the table you both sit down and begin eating. She breaks the silence once again.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Just fine." You say, trying to give a reassuring smile. "You?"

"Oh very well, ever since Chris took over my gym schedule I've been exhausted but in a good way, you know?" You cringe inwardly at the mention of Chris but you smile and return to eating. Your mother continues. "You should think about taking him up on his offer. It still stands you know? Even though you've been so unappreciative." You look up at your mother who is gazing back at you with a piercing look, as if she is gauging your reaction. You try to maintain your calm and be diplomatic.

"I'll think about it. Edgar's going to the gym now, trying to beef up for college." You **** a chuckle. Luckily your mother giggles genuinely in return.

"Well good for him. You could certainly use some of that, you're so skinny Quinn." You blush at her comment. She notices and giggles again. "Oh don't be embarrassed, you just need to put the work in and I'm sure you'd fill out nicely." You feel mortified by her casual appraisal, her insistence that you consider taking Chris's offer has been growing lately.

"Well like I said, I'll think about it. I'm still not very comfortable with Chris." Your mother gazes deeply into your eyes.

"Chris is a good man now." She says. You know the phrase, you know the effect it had on you before Kelly shot you up with whatever that shit was. You stare at your mother's eyes and allow your jaw to slacken.

"Chris is a good man now, I know mommy. I always listen to my mommy." You give your best brainwashing victim impression and it appears to satisfy your mother. She smiles and drains the last of her coffee before standing and stretching once more. You're mesmerized by her tensing thigh muscles.

"Don't forget the bathroom." She says with a wink, before leaving as usual to get ready for work. You give a heavy sigh when you hear her bedroom door open and close. Sitting at the table, you're unsure how convincing your performance was. You simply have to hope your mother doesn't suspect anything. You clear the table and clean the kitchen up before going about your routine. Your mother emerges from her room some time later and gives you a peck on the cheek before heading to work. As usual, her perfume drives you wild and you feel woozy, lost in the scent until it's gone, out the door.

Once she has left the house, you decide it best to get her bathroom done early and get it out of the way. You grab the appropriate supplies from the garage and walk through her bedroom, looking around for cameras as you go. You spot one on her vanity table pointed toward her dresser. You wonder if there are others but don't want to be seen snooping. You enter the bathroom and see something on the tile floor that stops you in your tracks. Your mother's night clothes. She appears to have forgotten to put them in the laundry this morning, or perhaps she has deliberately left them out for you to find. She reminded you several times to clean the bathroom after all. You stare at them for a moment, wondering if your mother is bold enough to have a camera in here as well, watching your dilema unfold.

Is this a test? You think, the revelations of the previous evening have filled you with paranoia. Is she teasing me? Am I supposed to simply put them in the laundry? Is this some further development of Chris's plans for me? He knows I have a thing for mom. You walk over to the nightclothes, dropped in a loose pile near the shower door. You look around for a camera, but don't see one, still that's no guarantee. You can't resist, however, and you bend down slowly and pick up the shorts. The blue material feels like satin, smooth and a little shiny. The white lace details give a pleasing counterpoint to the experience of passing the material through your fingers. You want to dive in, the idea of burying your face in the material, wrapping it around your dick, feeling the smooth satin pass over the sensitive head, you're already hard just thinking filthy thoughts. You reach down and feel your dick through your pants, still staring at the satin sleep shorts in your hand.

You resist the urge. Perhaps Kelly's serum is allowing you to prevail against your urges, but you quickly grab the matching shirt as well and drop both garments in your mother's laundry basket in her closet. You throw yourself into cleaning the bathroom, trying to use action to drive out all thought. You clear and scrub the counters, clean the mirrors, scrub the floors, before you bother to check the time. It's almost noon, you need to finish and get to the mall. You clean the toilet, tub, and shower last. The scent of your mother's shampoo hangs faintly in the air before it is overtaken and replaced by the sanitary smell of bleach. Only now do you think again about the opportunity you passed up. You might've been willing to bet that there'd be no cameras in the bathroom, but now the nightclothes are in the closet, one would almost certainly catch you removing them again. You finish the work and put everything you removed back on the counter neatly. The bathroom smells fresh and looks bright and clean. You're proud of the work, even if your mother is forcing you to do it under the orders of a crazy maniac who is brainwashing her to be queen of his sex slaves.

You get back to the rest of the house and finish tidying up, you check on things and notice you might need to bust out the furniture polish once again in the near future, but in your judgement, everything is adequate for the day. You check the time once more. It's just after 1PM. You rush through a shower and change your clothes before heading out to the mall which is a short walk north from your home.

You walk through the sliding doors and feel a chill as the cold indoor mall air washes over you. You realize Kelly never told you where to go in the mall. You wander aimlessly for a while before realizing you're quite famished and heading to the food court. You grab some food and sit down to eat quickly, trying to think where Kelly and George would wait for you. You hear George's voice, you hadn't noticed him arrive and take a seat behind you, though you hadn't been particularly vigilant.

"Don't turn around, keep eating." You hesitate for a moment, but then continue to shove cheese covered french fries in your face as George goes on. "Go to the Forever27 near the east exit. Walk into the fitting room. Kelly will meet you and tell you what to do." And with that he leaves, you **** yourself to wait a few minutes before almost jogging to the east exit. You walk into the store and find the fitting room. As you walk inside, a tattooed arm reaches out from one of the stalls to the right of the entrance and pulls you inside. Kelly looks somewhat annoyed, with perhaps a twinge of worry.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting in this fuckin mall for like an hour." She whispers.

"Sorry I had chores to do. Mom just sometimes piles on extra." You answer her with a shrug.

"Alright, I'm on the mall cameras." She holds up a tablet with several video feeds playing. "I don't think you're being followed, I already checked your phone when you were out yesterday. Hopefully they're just relying on conditioning to keep you in check. If so, this all might just work out." She reviews the cameras for a few moments more before putting the tablet away in a small black bag she carries slung over her shoulder.

"What might work out? What's the plan?"

"Not here. You're going to walk out the east exit and call a Ryde on your phone. George will get the call, I've already arranged that. I'll meet you both at another day rental."

"Is all this necessary?" You ask, somewhat exasperated.

"Just go, goddamnit, fuckin trying to keep your dumbass safe here, your welcome, fuck you too." She pushes you out of the stall with a haughty shove. "I'll be 10 minutes behind you, go." You collect yourself and sigh as you walk out of the store, trying not to catch the eye of the sales clerk as you go. You walk to the exit and open the Ryde app on your phone. Just like Kelly said, a picture of George with a fake name pops up as your driver. You wait for a moment before seeing his red Toyota pull up. You get in the back and he drives off.

"She's so goddamned paranoid." You hear him say, as you get on the road.

"I know right! Why didn't you just pick me up?"

"She wanted to see if they're having you followed, didn't want us to be seen together if they were. I guess she's satisfied they're not. Whatever, I just want this shit to be over with, the sooner the better." You both fall silent for a time as George drives you to the rental. You find yourself wondering about George. He seems comfortable around guns, and very direct. You wonder who he was before all this.

"So... What do you do?" You ask tentatively.

"What?"

"Like Kelly is a retired CIA torturer I guess, I'm a college student, what do you do?"

"What is this? Fucking speed dating?"

"Sorry, I'm just bored I guess." You slump against the door and look out the window, not wanting to push the issue. After a time, you lift your head in surprise as George answers.

"I was a sheriff's deputy. Next county over." You catch a glance from him in the rearview before he continues. "I quit three months ago, shortly before Kelly found me. After Tiffany left me, I sort of fell apart. Did a few stupid things, almost took a shot at Chris but so far she's managed to talk me out of it."

"Is she that afraid of Morgan?"

"If Morgan gets in the wind, there's no telling where she'll go or whose life she'll ruin next trying to get **** on all of us. She's right that we need to take her out first before we can do anything else. She's the key, she's got the know how and the connections. Chris is just the dude she's decided to take orders from. She's sick, I admit she has to go."

"I suppose." You look out the window again. You spend the rest of the ride in silence, both eager to hear Kelly's plan. When George pulls up to the house you both get out and you follow him inside. Ten minutes later, Kelly walks through the door and puts her bag down on a sofa in the living room of the rental. She begins digging in the bag while George eyes her from the corner of the room. Eventually he tires of watching her dig in silence and speaks.

"Well? What's your master plan spylady?" She looks up at both of you for a moment and chuckles before returning to her bag.

"That's interrogator-lady thank you very much." She grabs what she was looking for and stands up straight with an exclamation of triumph at having finally wrestled the small, metal item from the bowels of the bag. She turns and walks to you. She grabs your hand and places the object in it. You feel it's heft and realize it's a small pistol. As she takes her hand away, you see it has a short barrel and a handle that barely fits in your hand. You look up at Kelly who is staring back at you. "You're going to kill Morgan."