I flexed the lower front of my neck. "Sit up."
As if hypnotized, Mary, one of my closest friends who had a massive hangover and couldn't even speak, sat up on the couch she had been resting on, as if she hadn't touched alcohol at all last night. She still looked woozy though.
I stopped flexing my neck. "Mary, why are you standing? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah. I just wanted to stretch."
"Ah, cool."
She laid down back on the couch.
So not only can I control people to and perhaps even over their limits, they will convince themselves that they wanted to do it all along.
"Should I kill myself?" I mused out loud.
Mary turned a bit. "Did you say something?"
"Hm? No." Actually perhaps I do want her advice on this. But maybe I should ask when she feels better. "You hungry?"
"Mmmm...." She stretched a bit. Then yawned. "Hmmm I should eat. Like I feel hungry, but I can't imagine anything that wouldn't make me feel bad."
"Toasted bread?"
She blinked at me. "Uh, yes actually. Thanks."
"No worries."
I didn't really know the layout of the house as I didn't remember a thing from last night, but i opened a few doors and found a bathroom, which smelt terrible, I immediately escaped, a bedroom, which still had its windows and blinds closed- I could make out that there were five or six shapes thanks to the morning light behind me, but quickly walked out and silently closed the door behind me, as to not wake anyone. Finally, I walked back into the lounge room that Mary and I were in, and opened a door I remember I hadn't touched earlier and indeed it led to a kitchen.
It was a mess. I contemplated just walking home as I didn't live too far from here... Mary did though, I didn't want to make her walk or leave her here.
I was not cleaning the sink though, the thing had enough dishes for a family of 6. Which didn't make sense, as the party had started after dinner, and aside from plastic cups and drinks, we didn't use anything else. So whoever's house this was, they didn't do the dishes before today.
Even the stove was full of dirty dishes. I could smell something horrible from here, I didn't dare to get closer to the stove. I opened a few cupboards and eventually found a surface cleaner and a sponge. I held my breath, moved the stuff on the stove... on the floor, there was no space. I left it to the extreme right, next to the window.
I began to clean.
As I moved around, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Even right now, I could go to someone's room, wake them up, and make them clean for me. It would be right if I found the owners, but for everyone else it was slavery. Which, whatever, for cleaning it was no big deal. But what if it was a girl? What if she was hot? Who would stop me from just making her bend over as she cleans, lower her pants, and let me rub my cock on her ass?
I imagined Laura being here. She was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen in general, and definitely at the top at Uni. She went to the gym, and would focus on her lower body. Always smelt nice. I imagined her that one time she wore sports clothes to uni. Those leggins only enchanted her lower side, and her crop top proved her upper side could easily compete with it. Hell, I would've licked her abs.
And now there was nothing to stop me from doing exactly that. I could make her walk around on all fours completely naked in my house. I could have her work for me. Hell, I could make everyone work for me.
...I cleaned the stove, grabbed some soap, cleaned a small non-stick pan, then put it on the stove on a low temperature, imagining that it was her doing it. I washed my hands, imagining her lowering herself and unbuckling my belt.
I could do this whenever I wanted. I could make her think she wanted it. I could order someone to give me their house, with an underground bunker and lock her in it.
I imagined grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to choke on me. A few tears fell down her face, despite my orders for her to act like she enjoyed it.
I imagined her crying herself to sleep, wishing she could just die.
I shook those thoughts off and went to take out some bread I had seen earlier and flinched as I felt the handle was greasy. I took out the bread, washed my hands again then opened the packet. Thankfully it didn't have mold. The bread was that crappy type that was already cut, so I opened the fridge to look for some butter.
By some miracle, the fridge wasn't full with ruined food. Just tons of alcohol. No butter though. Rip Mary, she'll have to accept the bread as it was. Maybe there was some olive oil? They didn't have butter though, why would they-
They had it. Hah.
I didn't put too much- but for Mary, not for the owner. As a minute or two had passed, I put the flame on to medium as the non-stick pan was warmed up. I had to clean yet another dish and used paper towels to dry it- I don't care that it's a waste, I didn't pay for them, and the rags here are disgusting.
"Here."
Mary turned a bit. "Oh thanks mate."
I went back to the kitchen, rather hungry myself and scouted for any bit of food they had. Eggs. tuna. Cheese. There was one tomato.After carefully inspecting that it wasn't ruined, I chopped it up in slices, cooked it alongside two eggs, then kept opening up drawers out of curiosity-
"Holy shit, they don't have butter but they have spices?" And how many spices too. You know what, the owners are alright. Filthy as fuck, wouldn't have them as my roomates even if I got paid for it, but they were okay. I put sage, a hint of pepper, and you know what, let's try fennel seeds, on my eggs and tomato. I decided to not use tuna in the end, because as I took it, I noticed it was already open, without even plastic wrapping around it.
"I'm not saying you have to be obsessive like me and either immediately consume it, or put it in tupperware, but fucking hell," I put the tuna back and washed my hands.
I imagined Laura appearing behind me and pulling my pants down, rubbing herself against my ass and stroking my cock in her hands. I imagined the weight of her boobs pressing against my back, her smell, and her licking my neck. She massaged my balls. I turned around.
I could see Mary from here, as I didn't close the door. That took me out of my daydream. I finished cooking then finally went to have breakfast with her.
She had already finished her 'food' and was on her phone watching reels. "Feeling better?"
"Eh..." She stretched a bit and slowly bent her neck in no motion, gently pushing her head with her hands. "Yeah. Could be worse."
"Cool." I ate a bit. "Hey I saw this post on reddit."
"Yeah?"
"Was a rant on mind control stories. Long one, I don't feel like repeating it. But anyway, it got me thinking: should a person that can control others immediately kill themselves?"
"You mean because of stafford prisoner experiments and stuff?"
"Precisely."
"Mm. I would feel safer, not going to lie, but mind control? On anyone? Guy like that can change the world. It'd be a waste to kill him. Like what if he made ceo's just raise the wages of their jobs, lowering their own? What if he forced government officials to actually put money on roads and schools instead of war efforts?"
"...What if he was a lazy, disgusting, selfish fuck?" I said slowly. "The type that doesn't really care about the wellbeing of the world, because it sounded like too much effort? They type that would go to the gym and order anyone he liked to sit on his face?"
"Yeah, I'd want him dead."
