**Chapter 3: The First Command**

The dim glow of the evening sun seeped through the windows, casting a warm orange light over the room. Kieran plopped onto the couch, tossing the TV remote onto the coffee table with a clatter. "Dude, I'm starving," he called out to his sister Ellie, who was sprawled out on her favorite armchair, scrolling through her phone. Ellie barely looked up, her eyes flicking towards him before returning to her screen. "There's pizza in the fridge," she muttered, her voice laced with a hint of disinterest. Kieran shrugged and got up to grab the leftover pizza from the night before. As he waited for the microwave to heat it up, he snagged a soda from the fridge and ambled back to the couch. Ellie still hadn't moved, her gaze fixed on her phone with an intensity that made Kieran wonder what was so fascinating. The evening wore on, and Kieran began to sense a change in Ellie's demeanor. She seemed...different. Distant. Her eyes seemed to hold a newfound intensity, and her smile seemed to hint at a secret joke that only she was privy to. As Kieran glanced over at Ellie, he noticed that she was wearing black tights, a change from her usual leggings or jeans. The black fabric seemed to shimmer in the dim light, giving her an air of mystery. Her hair was still pulled back into a messy bun, but her eyes seemed to gleam with a quiet intensity. "Kieran," she said suddenly, her voice low and husky. "Yeah?" he replied, turning to face her. Ellie set her phone aside and leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. For a moment, Kieran felt like she was seeing right through him, like she held some hidden truth that he couldn't quite grasp. "I have a task for you," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I want you to wear a specific outfit and perform a little task for me." Kieran raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of task?" he asked, his tone cautious. Ellie's smile grew wider. "I want you to wear that bright orange jumpsuit with the yellow stripes, and dance in front of the school's main entrance during lunch." Kieran's eyes widened in horror. "You can't be serious," he said, laughing. "That's humiliating." Ellie's expression turned cold, her eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. "I'm completely serious, Kieran. And I expect you to do it without question." Kieran felt a surge of unease, but he tried to brush it off as a joke. He thought Ellie was just trying to get a rise out of him, to push his buttons. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something there that made him hesitate. "Fine," he said finally, trying to sound casual. "I'll do it." Ellie's smile grew wider, and she nodded, as if she expected him to comply. "Good," she said. "I knew I could count on you, Kieran." The next day, Kieran reluctantly put on the bright orange jumpsuit with the yellow stripes, feeling like a total idiot. He made his way to the school's main entrance, his heart pounding in his chest. As he began to dance, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. People stared, pointed, and laughed, and Kieran felt his face burning with embarrassment. But he kept dancing, as Ellie had commanded, trying to convince himself that it was just a silly prank. Little did he know, this was only the beginning of his transformation into Ellie's personal foot slave.