Mistress(es)

Ep. 11: Advanced Bondage

"Ya know," Cleo started, holding up a bra with two fingers in the back seat, "For the girl who takes such good care of herself and always presents like everything is fine, I really expected you to be more clean." The girl smirked and waved the garment tauntingly, "What, can't keep up without mommy's maids helping you?"

Erica glanced in the drivers mirror before spinning around with a glare and snatching the bra, tossing it back over her shoulder into the seat next to Cleo, "Excuse you! Keep your hands off my stuff, and quit complaining. You could have drove just as easily, Mrs. Withers." The girl taunted.

Cleo's face went red at the nickname, and she quickly went on the defensive, "Well, it's not my friend we're looking for. And also, it's not like I wanted to be brainwashed into being that creep's consort, or whatever!" This sentence was true, although, with how good it had ended up feeling, Cleo wasn't too upset about it. Nevertheless, she slipped down into her seat farther and crossed her arms, "Besides, aren't you, like, the queen of hypnosis or something? As much as I hate the idea, why don't you just go into my brain and undo whatever he did to me?"

"No!" Abby quickly chimed in, "We can't disturb your mind at all, okay? Eros said he put suggestions up there that will go off if we try to reprogram you back to normal. We might be able to hypnotize you, but there's no telling what might happen if we start trying to unscramble your brain."

"Speaking of, why is she even here?" Erica asked with a thumb over her shoulder, "She could be unconsciously spying on him for us in the meantime. This is all safer if we get our info alone."

"Look, we need all the help we can get, and Cleo's involved with this just as much as you and I are. She has every right to tag along. Besides, Eros already knows our plan. Hell, he seemed to know more than us about what's going on to begin with. I doubt there's anything we'll learn that he doesn't already know. Once Pepper is out of the way, then we'll worry about him knowing our plans."

Cleo smirked smugly, then stuck her tongue out at Erica in the mirror. The girl flipped her off in return over her shoulder.

"That being said," Abby threatened the girls into behaving, staring between them with judgmental eyes before landing on Cleo, "Stay away from Skyler for the time being. Make any excuse you can not to hang out with him. Eros might have programed you to wake him back up if you two hang out alone, and that just lets him mess with you more."

Cleo gave a sad look, "Aw, what? You're going to make me break his heart like that? The poor guy has been loving hanging out with us lately, though..."

"It's for his own good, Cleo," Abby frowned, "Do you know his number by heart?"

Cleo furrowed her brow, "No, why?"

"Let me see your phone?"

Cleo held the device closer to her chest, and narrowed her eyes, "I'm gonna sayyyyyyy no..."

"Cleo." Warned Red.

"Ugh, fine!" the goth surrendered, passing it to her friend. Abby unlocked it, then tapped around a bit before handing it back. "What did you do?" asked Cleo.

"I blocked and deleted his number for now, just in case he's trying to program you through texts or calls. Now you won't be able to add it back either."

"Aw, what? Abby!"

"I know, but we have to, Cleo!" Abby sighed with a sympathetic look, "This is all chaotic as is; we need to control as many variables as possible!"

Cleo sighed, knowing she was right, and knowing it was probably best for Skyler anyway. Still, she asked, "What happens if he texts me as Skyler, and I never respond? He's going to realize I blocked him eventually and that'll make him so sad..."