PUPPET "Jenlisa"

.Rules.

third person pov.

In the midst of this contractual tug-of-war, Lisa found herself grappling with the realization that a 10-year commitment was not a mere casual agreement.

The weight of the decade stretched before her like an uncharted expanse, and she couldn't help but voice her concerns.

"OK, I didn't know it was a 10-year contract. It's like a whole decade," Lisa protested, her disbelief evident in her voice.

"I believe, based on the amount of money, it's somewhat generous, don't you think, Mike?" Jennie glanced at Mike, who had surrendered his shoulders, a gesture conveying both surrender and a sense of helplessness.

He honestly hadn't anticipated the negotiations reaching such a critical juncture, and he questioned why Jennie was now so invested in this particular arrangement.

Lisa continued her line of inquiry, challenging the clauses that seemed too extreme for her comfort. "Complete acceptance of your words? Isn't that too much? What if you tell me to go and die?"

Jennie's response was devoid of empathy, delivered with a calmness that sent a shiver down Lisa's spine.

"Then you shall simply die. That part is more related to the next lines as it explains your surrender of will as a submission/slave/little to me," Jennie explained with an air of detachment.

Lisa, persistently seeking clarity, posed another hypothetical scenario. "What if one week later, I changed my mind? What'd happen then?"

"It said in the contract that you'd have to pay the price for the whole year, meaning a million," Jennie remarked, her tone unwavering.

"This is selfishly cruel. Why do I have to pay for a whole year and not a week?" Lisa expressed her frustration, a sentiment echoed in the furrowed brows of both Mike and Jennie.

"Because it said so in the contract. The only time you can leave would be after half of the said time. Any time earlier than that would be considered unacceptable," Jennie explained, her gaze fixed on Lisa, studying her reaction with an almost scientific interest.

Lisa massaged her temples, feeling the mounting pressure of the situation. The option of backing down seemed worse than confronting the daunting terms set before her.

"Here, that says I can't have hard limits; it has to change," Lisa asserted, attempting to carve out some semblance of control in the intricate web of rules.

"This is my contract. Therefore, it means it must remain unchanged. Main changes will not be accepted," Jennie declared confidently, emphasizing her unwavering authority.

For Lisa, this was a red flag. She couldn't ignore the potential risks of entering into an agreement with someone who seemed inflexible and possibly unpredictable. "I'm afraid if this won't be changed, then I can't really go on with the deal," Lisa asserted firmly, a decision she was certain about, and the room hung in a tense silence.

Jennie, not willing to let Lisa slip away, found a compromise in altering certain terms. "Alright, Lisa, I'll rephrase that."

The negotiation continued, a relentless back-and-forth dance between two determined individuals.

Some rules shifted, while others remained unyielding. It was a delicate balancing act, and at times, Lisa felt as though she was navigating through a labyrinth of Jennie's making.

After what seemed like an eternity, a somewhat fair contract emerged, albeit one where the scales still tipped in favor of Jennie.

Yet, Lisa, driven by a purpose that surpassed the monetary gains, chose to endure the challenges that lay ahead. The ink on the contract sealed a complex pact, setting the stage for a decade-long journey into uncharted territories of submission and dominance.