Cheer squad starts after school, so you have no fear of running into Chelsea as you drive Andrea's car past the Cooper residence. You were actually quite surprised to find that Andrea has had quite a few run ins with her before, including one particular tryst during freshman year during which they opened up to Andrea about boys and school, and shared a tender, vulnerable kiss. Andrea had been more open and friendly back then, and Chelsea seemed more vulnerable and insecure, so when she had kissed the future head cheerleader she had been sincere in her affections. However, Chelsea had broken it off in a fit of panic, leaving Andrea wounded and putting an enormous chasm between them. Even after all this time they've barely spoken to each other and Andrea remains one of the only people Chelsea does not mess with.
You permit a cool smile to cross Andrea's aloof visage as you send a single worm scuttling into the front yard; perhaps you can mend that gap once Chelsea is a part of you.
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You pull Sienna's busted up truck into the parking lot to her run-down apartment complex. It wheezes and sputters to a stop and you hop out. Looking around, you don't see Sienna's father's vehicle -unsurprising, as he often does late night breakdown callouts to scrounge a little extra money. You do see the car belonging to his girlfriend Diane (or "The Bitch", as Sienna's mind so helpfully supplies) is present, and brace yourself. You're home far earlier than Sienna would usually be, so the hope that she's asleep in a drunken stupor is a long shot. Hey, maybe you'll get lucky?
You don't, and she's in your face within less than a minute of you entering your own house.
"You're home early," she slurs balefully, approaching you clad in only a robe and holding a bottle of cheap liquor. "What's the special occasion? You get fucking lonely without me?"
"None of your goddamn business," you snarl. "Go back to the fucking table so you can drink yourself under it." Her face tightens, and her cheeks turn crimson.
"You do not talk to me like that, you hear?" she shrieks. "As long as I'm a part of this house, you will treat me with respect. Your dad-"
"Shut up!" you cut her off with a yell of your own. "Don't you bring my dad into this, you goddamn harpy. You don't give a shit about him, do you? The only reason you're here is because he took your ass in after your boyfriend woke the fuck up and kicked you to the fucking curb. All you do is fucking down oxy and bang guys -yeah, don't think I haven't seen Jim's car in the lot, you whore. The least you could do is chip in with for rent or at least wash your fucking dishe-! " your rant is cut tragically short as Diane reels back and slaps you across the face.
"Say that again, you little slut!" she shouts, and then backhands you nastily. "You stupid disrespectful little-" This time you cut her off by spitting the extra worm you'd gotten from Fatima after school into her face. Her expression is consumed by rage, and when she opens her mouth to scream at you dart into it and crawl under her tongue. She chokes and sputters, and the booze slips from her hand and shatters onto the floor. Then she sways, and you make no move to catch her as she collapses backwards onto the floor. Then there's a rush, and your mind reels as Diane's alcohol-soaked mind joins yours with all the smoothness of an out of control freight train. Sienna especially is no stranger to being drunk, but to go from sober to absolutely hammered in seconds gives you a headache, and it takes all your effort not to vomit.
"Stupid waste of space," you sneer in Diane's voice as you sit her up to glare at your Sienna body. "Anything else you wanna get off your chest before you go back out there to your loser, good-for-nothing friends?" You walk Sienna up to her silently, kneel down so you're at eye level, and then slap Diane across the face. It's something she's wanted to do for forever, and being able to do it without consequence is pure catharsis.
"Yeah, I got some shit I wanna say," you snarl as your Diane body rubs her stinging cheek. Even under your control Diane has to fight to keep from flinching as she looks into Sienna's eyes; here's a fire burning behind them, threatening to swallow her whole. "You think it sucked for you before? You ain't seen nothing yet. Because you're mine, you fucking cunt. Everything you do, everything you say or even think, will go through me now. You're never gonna hurt me or my dad ever again." You slap her again. "Oh, I'll let you pretend you're still your old self when it's just the two of us. It'll be fun to have someone to yell at, but you won't hit me any more." Another slap. "You're gonna get your goddamn life together, you hear me? Start pulling your goddamn weight around here. Help out with rent instead of wasting your money on drinking yourself stupid every night or those fucking pills you're addicted to." Slap. "And you're gonna start being a good girlfriend. Dad's a great guy and you're gonna treat him right, even if I have to shove my hand up your ass and control you like you're Elmo to do it." You finish with one last slap that leaves Diane's head ringing, and then stand up so you can grab the broom and pan.
You stand Diane up and have her loosely grasp the tools that Sienna hands her. As Sienna, you head to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror while Diane cleans up the glass.
Sienna isn't traditionally beautiful the way Andrea or some of her peers, but she is attractive in an edgy, tomboyish sort of way, and you do take pleasure in being able to run thin, slightly calloused fingers through her bleached blonde pixie cut or over her not insubstantial pear-shaped breasts. She isn't the kind of person who would have let someone like you or your friends would ever be able to get near, so you enjoy smirking Sienna's cocky smirk in the mirror and clicking your tongue piercing against her teeth. "Good shit, David," you murmur softly in her voice. "Got The Bitch under our thumb, and Cooper's next. And after that... sky's the fuckin' limit!" You dip a hand into her ripped jeans so you can stroke the bush inside but stop yourself before you can get too far. Instead you bring her out to the living room where Diane had finished her chore and stand her in front of the couch.
You totter Diane to the couch and plop her down in front of Sienna, then sink down inside her so she can take the wheel. She glares at you hatefully, but you can see the terror in her eyes. "What the fuck are you...?" you allow her to ask quietly.
You sneer. "I'm Sienna Motherfucking Goldman, and you are my bitch. Enjoy the experience."
'She's a monster' you think for her before you press upon her an intense drowsiness, and her eyelids flutter closed. It's easier to digest someone's brain when they aren't actively using it. Performance over, you finally grimace, and trundle to the kitchen so you can search for some booze. You're still feeling sick from Diane's min, but your brief time in control of her has reminded awoken a thirst inside Sienna that can only be sated with alcohol.
Once you've fished out a beer from the fridge you gather some of Sienna's belongings from her room: some sheet music, a small amp, and her guitar. She has practice with her band later and you don't intend to miss it.
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