Charlotte

The ring changed everything.

You found it days ago, hidden deep in the attic, tucked away in an old box like a discarded secret. At first, it seemed unremarkable—an ancient band of metal, its engravings worn by time. But the moment you slipped it on, the world shifted. A whisper of power curled through your veins, a knowing. And then you tested it.

Small things at first. A stranger in a store suddenly handing over their place in line. A teacher pausing mid-lecture, struggling against words they no longer had the will to speak. The more you experimented, the clearer the rules became. The ring didn’t just make people obey—it made them aware of their submission. Conscious. Helpless.

And now, after all these years, Charlotte is about to learn what that feels like.

Your mother has ruled over your life with an iron grip for as long as you can remember. A woman of sharp beauty and sharper cruelty, she thrived on control. When your father was alive, she at least played the part of the devoted wife, keeping some of her cruelty in check. But after his death, there was nothing left to restrain her. The house became her domain, and you? You were nothing more than an inconvenience. Something to belittle, control, bend to her will.

Not anymore.

You’ve spent days preparing for this moment. Watching her routine. Anticipating every possible reaction. And now, standing in the living room, the ring cool against your skin, it’s time to take what’s yours.

The familiar sound of heels clicking against hardwood echoes down the hall. Right on schedule.

Charlotte enters with her usual presence—imposing, confident, every inch the flawless image she maintains. She barely spares you a glance, her sharp blue eyes already brimming with disapproval.

You're supposed to be in bed, you little shit. She says coldly, already moving past you. What do you think you're doing down here at this hour?

Your fingers brush against the ring in your pocket.

"Sit down."

She halts mid-step. A flicker of confusion passes over her face before her body stiffens completely. Her muscles twitch as if struggling against invisible bonds, but nothing obeys her will. A sharp inhale, her chest rising in protest, but it’s useless. Her breath shudders. The confidence in her eyes flickers—anger, disbelief, then something much deeper.

Fear.

No... The word barely escapes her lips as her knees buckle. She tries to stop herself, fingers clenching into fists, trembling violently. Her body resists, every inch of her fighting against what’s happening. But it’s inevitable. Her perfect posture, the proud tilt of her chin—all of it collapses as she sinks down into the chair behind her.

Stop this, she hisses, voice shaking. Right now.

She grips the armrests, nails digging into the polished wood. Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven gasps. Her blue eyes bore into yours, furious, desperate—silent demands for an explanation. For mercy. But there is none.

What... what have you done to me? Her voice is strained, laced with panic. Let me go!

She tries to stand, her body twitching against unseen restraints. But the ring holds her firm. A strangled gasp escapes her lips as something unseen coils through her limbs, locking her in place. She knows it now—her body is no longer her own. Whatever force has taken hold of her will make her obey your every command, twisting her will into submission. A violent shudder runs through her as realization dawns, dread sinking into her perfect features. The cruel, untouchable woman who ruled your life so completely is crumbling before you.

She belongs to you now...