The Owner's Influence

Charlie lay on the floor, their body still and limp, their mind consumed by the virus's twisted desires. The message on the screen, "OWNER SOON", echoed in their mind, a constant reminder of their impending fate. They knew, deep down, that they were no longer in control, that their life was about to take a drastic turn. As if on cue, the doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Charlie's head jerked up, their eyes scanning the room with a mixture of fear and anticipation. They knew that whoever was on the other side of the door, it was not going to be good. The door creaked open, and a figure loomed in the entrance. Charlie's eyes locked onto the figure, their face expressionless. The figure stepped forward, revealing a tall, imposing man with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes. He was dressed in a black suit, his presence commanding and authoritative. "Hello, Charlie," he said, his voice low and smooth. "My name is The Owner. I've been waiting for you." Charlie's body responded to The Owner's voice, their skin flushing with arousal. They felt a surge of desire, their mind consumed by a desperate need to be owned and fucked. The Owner's eyes seemed to bore into their soul, as if he could see the depths of their depravity. The Owner stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Charlie's face. "You have been... altered," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You have been made to crave something that you cannot have. But I can give it to you. I can give you what you need." Charlie's eyes glazed over, their body trembling with desire. They knew that they were in the presence of someone who could give them what they wanted, someone who could own them and fuck them. The Owner reached out, his hand closing around Charlie's wrist. Charlie felt a jolt of electricity, their body responding to The Owner's touch. They were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. "Come with me," The Owner said, his voice commanding. "It's time for you to learn what it means to be owned." Charlie's body responded, their legs unfolding as they stood up. They followed The Owner out of the room, out of the house, and into a life of submission and servitude. They knew that they would never be the same again, that they would forever be bound to The Owner's will. As they walked, The Owner's grip on their wrist tightened, a constant reminder of their new status. Charlie's mind was consumed by a single thought: they were owned, and they were ready to be fucked. The Owner's influence was complete, and Charlie was lost forever, trapped in a living nightmare of their own creation.