We Summoned Bondage (mf+/fF+)

[RopeBunny]

011.
Charlotte.

"Echo."

The Piper who calls the tune. The Puppeteer who pulls the strings.

My. Strings.

Repeating the name that night, laid in bed staring at nothing, thoughts unfocused and wandering freely.

Proof.

Terrifying. And- darkness given female form, teeth -real. The world, my small piece of it making more sense in the wake of what I saw.

What Echo showed me.

Stepping forwards, revealed and fuck me.

That's what's inside me? Riding me, wearing my skin.

For the barest flicker of passing time we'd shared that mirror, those dead eyes staring at or through me. Age, and power beyond understanding. A cold indifference.

Left feeling shaky in her wake, the new knowledge- of Echo -doing nothing to calm or reassure.

Asking myself, again: why am- given that felt power leaking across the divide, the total lack of compassion -I still here?

No chance to talk, and whether she'd wanted to or not I've got plenty to say.

If I'm feeling brave.

Forced back inside me by that blinding flash of white. Unwillingly, given the howl of rage and stab of pain, heard and felt inside.

A familiar flash.

Its source, and other unanswerable questions I ponder as the days of isolation roll by. Cut off from the world both at home and in school.

In my room, reading. Sat on the bed, leaning back against the wall.

Taking my time over a particularly easy worksheet, knowing that to finish quickly won't impress anyone, least of all the forever scowling Mrs Morgan, my keeper. Who'll simply fetch more.

Staring out my window at home, right hand idly fingering the loose bracelet encircling my left wrist. Lost in thought.

Where had the flash come from?

Throughout, when she can, around her own busy life of college and friends Lauren keeps me company. The isolation not total, and yet I'm not entirely sure her presence is beneficial for either of us.

Waking early, keeping the routine and three mornings in five I'm still discovering Lauren bound and gagged. Though luckily always in her own room.

Despite the big reveal Echo hasn't backed off of stealing my body at her whim, hasn't stopped the playful torment of my sister.

About whom- Lauren -I'm developing a theory.

She's always bound at night, sleeping most of the time, I assume. Dark regardless, which raises the question of how much Lauren actually knows.

Is she even aware it isn't, technically, me binding her?

In the beginning she'd raged, shouting and cursing, demanding I stop. Threatening retaliation and of course I couldn't stop, wasn't actually the one responsible.

Was, to begin with as confused as her.

And Echo hadn't stopped, pushing, binding and gagging. Abandoning Lauren night after night, my sister powerless to stop her fate. Never knowing, turning off her light, exactly what the morning would bring.

And that particular morning, her sudden change of attitude: she'd finally surrendered. Submitting to her abuse, embracing me- because to her it's always been me -as something akin to an owner.

Most evenings, the days counting down towards my doom, Lauren comes to sit with me. Bringing her coursework, or a book. Sometimes simply sitting, and talking.

And I don't, though I want to at times because it is really weird and messed up, refuse her entry. When she knocks at my door.

She always knocks, never walking in, seeking permission like a good pet.

One evening she even brings rope, holding a heaped lump of coiled lengths out to me. Offering. Looking so disappointed at my refusal to bind her.

When I find her bound, gagged, I free her and run. Feigning something urgent or pointing out the danger of our being seen. And though calm, docile around me Lauren still flares anger at our parents, the wider world.

She doesn't want the hassle of being found in such a state by them either.

I'm not always fast enough though, distracted or the ropes are simply too well applied and Lauren manages to talk. To me. Offering to remain bound. At least twice asking if I want to put her in the box, out of sight and apparently- the whole thing still fucking creepy -willing to remain locked up until I return from school.

What's worse, worrying, are the growing number of times I'm becoming tempted to push. To test her willingness.

If she comes to my room again with rope?

Stop it, Char. Focus.

Waiting outside the counsellor's office at school, my final session before the meeting in two days time.

The meeting where we'll all pretend, politely, to discuss my expulsion.

Before doing it anyway.

"Come in Charlotte."
"Thank you, Miss Sideways."
"Eleanor, Charlotte. Please."

Nope. I'm still of an age where first name terms with any adult just feels wrong, especially someone with authority. Of any kind.

She's, Miss Sideways, more school nurse then counsellor. But she's the closest there is on site so it's to her office I've been coming, three times and now today the fourth. Final meeting.

And all of it pointless.

Let's say I did feel like answering her- sometimes carefully hidden -questions, revealing all.

Like fuck would she, any of them, believe me.

So with that in mind what point talking?

Echo has doomed me, and the smoke made bitch doesn't even care.

"Have a seat." Gesturing although by now I know where. "Please."
"Thank you." A nod of understanding, sitting beside the desk, pushed against the wall to make room for one of those basic steel framed beds you find in a doctors office, which takes up a lot of the room in here and is against the other, far wall. There's a curtain to pull around the bed, should privacy- female pupil in an office where almost anyone could walk in -become an issue.

The walls, the whole room screams neutrality, soft pastel shades and a handful of plants, a non descript landscape photograph framed on one wall.

"So." Seating herself at the desk, computer ignored instead there's a notebook open in front of her, pen resting on the page. "Charlotte."
"Yes."
"You're aware," looking at me, "that this is our final session?"
"Yes."

She's young. Miss Sideways, twenty something perhaps not even far removed from her own- nursing -education. Slim with a small bust, but enough of one to push out her blue scrubs. Which she probably doesn't have to wear, working in a school, but maybe the uniform is something she likes?

A brunette, hair wrapped and pinned loosely back, she's always wearing trainers as though planning a lunchtime sprint around the schools running track.

"The thing is. Charlotte." Tapping her pen against the paper. "If I may?"
"Sure." I shrug. Asking permission, all meant to lull me in no doubt.

"So far you've not been very open." Tap tap tap. "With me. And." Tap. "I want to help you. But." Tap tap. "I can't unless you're willing to help me understand what happened." Tap. "At lunch that day."

After which we have ourselves another- there have been many, Miss Sideways trying various methods or tricks to open me up, failing in the face of stubbornness and fatalism -stare off. And I'm about to shrug, possibly say something vague. When.

I have a thought.

Talking.

I want to talk to Echo. Who's inside me, who comes and goes at will. But, how does she know, decide when to step forward?

Does she simply get bored, say fuck it I'm having a go at this being Charlotte game.

Or, more likely she can see what I see, hear what I hear.

Trying not to shiver at the revelation, the sudden phantom feeling of pressure, something pushing on the backs of my eyeballs.

So. If I talk, will she listen?

"Let me tell you a story."
"A." Frowning at me, but only for a second. What a professional. "Great. Charlotte, of course. Go ahead."

"So." Shit and fuck, where to begin what to say. Winging it. "There's a girl."
"You?"
"A." Glaring, feeling a wash of pleasure despite I shouldn't when Miss Sideways looks away, looks down. "Girl."

"She's a good." Pausing to seesaw a hand, flash a grin. "Girl. But what nobody knows is she's secretly a monster too."

Pausing, to think, and no interruptions. Miss Sideways too busy frantically scribbling to talk.

Probably burying myself so fucking deep.

"The monster comes and goes, and nobody, not even the girl, knows why, or when. Or." Being brave, flicking a rare glance towards my reflection in the narrow full length mirror bolted to one wall. "What the monster wants."

I nod, at myself. Looking away quickly lest I see.

Black.

"The monster has fun, but one day it has too much fun."
"Does it...." Shutting herself up, looking down again so very sorry.

"Yes." I nod, grinning, on a roll. "So much fun that now the girl is in trouble. And." Risking a second flicked mirror glance, away. Scared little Charlotte.

Yes. Terrified actually, you?

"What the monster doesn't know, doesn't realise," goading, poking the shark, "because it's really old. And stupid. Is that if they kill the girl. The monster dies too."
"Kill?" Frowning, disapproval at my choice of term no doubt. "The girl?"
"Banish." Arms spread wide, I don't care.

Standing up, walking towards and facing the mirror. Deep breath and fixing my gaze, on my gaze. I reach out and tap the mirror, seeing behind me Miss Sideways, actually.

Fucks sake.

Taking photos on her phone, of me.

"So." Aiming for a calm tone, voice wavering anyway. "I'm guessing you're stuck? Echo."

Miss Sideways, scribbling. Probably the name.

"Problem is." Placing my hand flat against the glass, against my mirror hand. "If they banish me, they banish you." Managing a half smile, semi mocking. Managing the tone to match. "How's being confined to my room been for you?" Raised eyebrow. "Fun? Because if they," jerk of my head backwards, towards Miss Sideways and the school, "win. That's all we'll be doing from here forwards."

"Unless...."

Holding my gaze, forcing my breath to come regularly, evenly.

Letting the moment, my point, hang. Unanswered by me.

"Well." From behind me, and I see Miss Sideways standing, pen and phone down, she approaches. "That was." Thoughtful look on her face. "Interesting. Charlotte. But."

Not actually touching me, but gesturing by way of swishing one hand between me and my chair.

"Prehaps we should talk some more back at my desk."

"I'm." Holding my gaze, mouth set. "Waiting."
"For?"

And then. Showmanship, clearly listening and perhaps she really did take exactly that long to make a decision but.

Doubt- showboating bitch -it.

Sudden numbness spreading fast, darkness streaking in from the edges of my vision and I've just got time to see Miss Sideways take a stumbling step backwards.

Just have time to begin laughing, a high crazy sounding thing. Somewhat unhinged.

And.

Gone.

[Syko Sith]

Your spoiling us!
Two chapters? Excellent! The nurse trying every tactic possible to get the girl to open up.
Possibly realizing this girl isn't stupid and backing off.
Great chapter!

[Syko Sith]

During visit 4, the nurse finally catches a glimpse of Echo? (The fact that she stumbles backward makes that clear)
Of course, Charlotte did intentionally draw her out. Nice horror twist at the end. Is she going to find Ms Sideways bound and gagged? Keep it going!!!

[BlissfulMisery]

Still more to come on the Lauren side of things.

(More below, but still more beyond that )

Well so far it clarifies just about nothing.

Which is about par for the course for this sort of thing A nice bit of side mystery tiding things over now that the main reveal has happened, and the main plot thread has stayed in a transitional period for a while. Although it does not seem that this will continue any longer.

A little more bracelet detail below too, though it may not help

May only further confuse

Not directly related to the chapter per-say but I do find it curious that the bracelet seems to have more powers beyond whatever binding properties it has. Namely the fact that it seems to evade everyone's attention except for the moments they are directly focusing on it, as if it simply falls out of their memory immediately afterwards.

Or perhaps Charlotte is especially forgetful, but it is strange that she has 'noticed' the bracelet multiple times, even thought to get rid of it, but never actually follows through afterwards.

Overall, nice to see Charlotte trying to take back some control of the situation. In fact the whole dynamic between her and Echo feels like a slow-paced power struggle, as both are restricted in their own ways, stuck sharing by circumstance.

[RopeBunny]

Is she going to find Ms Sideways bound and gagged?

Wouldn't be much of a TUGs story if she didn't

Still more to come on the Lauren side of things.

(More below, but still more beyond that )

Well so far it clarifies just about nothing.

well, I'm clarifying more below

Answering one of the bigger Lauren based questions.

I do find it curious that the bracelet seems to have more powers beyond whatever binding properties it has. Namely the fact that it seems to evade everyone's attention except for the moments they are directly focusing on it

This, here is a point worth noting, something I've been trying to hint at which I'm grateful seems to be coming across.

Whatever else the bracelet does/is, it appears to induce some form of localised forgetfulness, like a defence mechanism to avoid removal.

[RopeBunny]

Next chapter below, because why not

Hopefully, this one comes across how I'm intending. Difficult to write, aiming for a certain style and presentation.

Enjoy

[RopeBunny]

012.
Echo.

Let us begin, not with history or reason. In time you'll know.

Instead. An introduction.

I am a Nightmare. The fourth. The Darkness which stares back.

Yes, I can hear. Not only the outside.

Yes, I can see. Not only your world but deeper.

Circumstance, and how you, three amateurs, trapped me here. I will discover.

I will be free.

I am not a slave, to be commanded and I will. Not. Kneel or bend.

If you order me. Girl. I shall tear you apart from the inside out and I- may -survive.

Will you?

But.

You ask, you. Entreat. Respect shown. An, understanding might be reached?

And I am becoming bored. I do not live to be trapped and trapped again.

I am the trapper. Helplessness given form.

So. Very well. But I am not subtle, and I will not apologise.

"Charlotte?" The healer. Doctor. Charlotte's terms are not my own, centuries out of date. Fallen back into her chair, now rising. Staring at me, confusion and curiosity. "Are you...?"
"No." In Charlotte's voice- see all my tricks -I answer. "Did you not understand her truths, healer?"
"Her." Flicked gaze to her desk, an open book. "Story?"
"Her truths."

"You would banish this girl." Arms spread out wide, stretching. Flexing. A moments discomfort as the eight hook shaped tentacles break skin, growing and curving. Bracketing me.

Ruining Charlotte's shirt, the whole back a torn mess and I, digust at the wrong feeling fabric shake the garment off.

Listening, understanding as I do. Charlotte's voice, buried thoughts telling the wrongness of removing the other, the smaller and tighter white band, wrapping and containing my modest bust.

The healers eyes gone wide as she gasps, head shaking as though to deny.

"Now I am called to rectify the mistake."
"But...."
"There will be no negotiation." Commanding two of the tentacles, flexible things, solid yet made by and an extension of my power. Together they grow, tips streaking across the space one high one low.

Striking the healer, wrapping at body and legs coiling like a snake around a mouse, lifting her.

She, of course, screams.

I grin. Pleased.

And nearby a door slams.

"Charlotte Waters." The approaching voice one used to wielding authority. "Just what are y...."

Drying up, becoming smaller as I turn, fixing her with a dead eyed black stare.

"You." Pointing, the woman frozen even as a second pair of tentacles wrap her too, lifting and dragging her inside. Towards me. "The other Overlord. Welcome."

No negotiation.

I bring on the night. Darkness exploding out to fill up the room, giving neither a chance to talk, to beg.

And within this patch of midnight, I can do anything.

Except leave the vessel of my keeper.

Upon each Overlord I place a mark. My, mark. Binding them to my will and whim, much as I have already to the sister. They will serve us now. They will, live to serve us.

And be happy for the opportunity.

Following which I take their clothes, replacing such with restraints in a form and manner of my choosing.

Punishment.

I am not subtle.

The task complete, Charlotte safe from banishment, I withdraw the darkness. Retracting my tentacles.

Leaving.

Burrowing back down inside, opening the way for Charlotte to rise, allowing her access, to herself.

And she's welcome, lucky I have, so far, felt in a sharing mood.

[Syko Sith]

WOW!!! A chapter from the perspective of Echo! Simple, short, and straight to the point. Can't wait to see what Charlotte thinks of what has happened here.

[RopeBunny]

Simple, short, and straight to the point.

Exactly

Tried to keep things minimal, writing that style, trying to be Echo's thought processes and I think too much would lose the style of it.

Can't wait to see what Charlotte thinks of what has happened here.

Indeed (am busily writing it now)

[BlissfulMisery]

well, I'm clarifying more below

Answering one of the bigger Lauren based questions.

Indeed. About what was expected, although curious what form this will take exactly (I can imagine various outcomes, from comedic to more subtle ones). And as mentioned, how Charlotte will perceive this sudden change of heart. Although I think the 'why' will be glaringly obvious to her. Will it affect her thoughts towards her sister - specifically the intrusive ones about leaving her locked up? And how much of said thoughts are her own, or Echo's consciousness leaking into her subconscious?

This, here is a point worth noting, something I've been trying to hint at which I'm grateful seems to be coming across.

Whatever else the bracelet does/is, it appears to induce some form of localised forgetfulness, like a defence mechanism to avoid removal.

Of course said bracelet also seems to have gotten more and more visibly raggedy over time. Implying it's power might have a limit, an expiration of sorts.

A nice chapter overall, fun perspective shift. Although it seems a little fourth wall breaking, with how Echo 'speaks to the reader' in her own thoughts. Not really an issue, just something that stood out.

Her calling Charlotte 'my keeper' is also interesting. Simply a turn of phrase, given her manner of speech? Or a window into how she perceives the whole situation?

[RopeBunny]

it seems a little fourth wall breaking, with how Echo 'speaks to the reader' in her own thoughts. Not really an issue, just something that stood out.

To me it's less 'fourth wall' and more a case of 'talking to yourself.'

I do (I'm fairly certain?) employ this kind of mental wandering quite often in Plymouth stories, Brooke talking to herself, addressing problems or self arguing and so on. As you said, hardly a huge issue, but I wanted to clarify or at least explain my view.

[RopeBunny]

013.
Charlotte.

"And how the fuck," having to pause, to laugh, a high nervous giggle, "is this supposed to help?"

Even managing to look in the mirror whilst asking, and there's a good chance I don't need to. Echo likely hears me regardless.

But there's no manual for this, no expert- is there -I can ask on how to communicate with the entity possessing my body. So far, all the times she's forced me out I've been unawares of the fact, and though I knew, asked for help, Echo hasn't exactly left a handy explanation in her wake.

How, the fuck, does binding and gagging the headteacher and the nurse. In their underwear. Help me not get expelled?

Add in the somewhat bizarre sight of my torn shirt balled up in a corner, which makes slightly more sense when the corresponding rips. On the back. Line up with eight itching fresh scars I first feel and then spot. Two rows of four, marching up my back and.

"Oh." Having to sit down before I fall down. "Fuck. Me."

The monster, Echo. Appearing behind me in the bathroom mirror at home. She'd had eight tentacle like claw like arms. Appendages. Um, extra limbs. Growing out of her back. Which means I just had....

Feeling the shiver build, fighting to control my suddenly speeding heart and breath. Panicking, picturing and I can almost feel them re-emerging. A phantom stabbing pain racing up my back and I spasm.

Could they? Will they come back out? Now, without Echo, are they a part of me now?

And if so what movement, which muscles or mental thought process will bring them forth?

How am I supposed to remain calm when I could regrow eight spider looking extra limbs any moment?

Unless I can't, but. How will I know the truth?

And all this time, the rising cresting panic, now ebbing because I can't stay on that scary peak. I have to calm down, step back and.

All this time I've been ignoring the two other occupants of the nurses office.

Mrs Morgan, and Miss Sideways.

The headteacher, mid fourties I'd guess, curvy figure with a bust closing in on Chelle's. Normally nicely filling out a dress. Blonde hair cropped to leave her neck exposed. She's been bound to the high metal framed bed, laid on her back wrists and ankles secured to separate corners. It's a small bed so she isn't spread wide, her limbs aren't stretched.

She could wriggle, but isn't.

Miss Sideways:the nurse, skinny, small breasts. She's been hogtied on the floor, ankles joined to wrists, rope pinching and squeezing her chest, puffing out the pink bra that's paired with a black thong.

Mrs Morgan's bra is white, like mine although far more lace, her breasts quite visible. Darkened nipples. Her pants are full briefs, pale blue.

Neither bound lady is struggling, both lay still, staring at me. Silent behind matching red ballgags.

I am so expelled.

"Fffgggsss mmmnnddddmm." Mrs Morgan, stretching her limbs and a small shake of her chest that- because I do kinda like girls -sends a flip flop through my belly. Not angry, which I'm sure is coming, but. Well.

Better get this over with.

"Charlotte." Working her mouth as I toss the gag, attempting to make it dissappear.

"Sorry." Grimacing, what do I, can I even say? "Sorry, um. Mrs-"
"-What for?"
"What." Barking out a laugh. "For?"
"Yes." And fuck me but she's serious.

Not mad. Genuinely curious: what could I possibly be apologising for?

Unable to think of anything else to say, still convinced of my doom, I tell the truth.

"You're tied up."
"Yes."
"I." Didn't, but for the sake of it let's say I did. "Tied you," Flicked glance down to the still silent Miss Sideways, staring up at me, still not struggling, "both up."
"Tightly." Looking up at each of her arms, tugging.

Lifting her head up off the bed to stare down at her ankles. Nodding.

"Very tightly." Slightly raising her voice. "Wouldn't you agree Eleanor?"
"Nnnggggpppffffff."

I look down, movement catching my eye as Eleanor. Miss Sideways, flexes, pushing out her chest and tugging all four limbs. Another little turn in my belly at the sight.

Losing balance and falling from side onto her belly, struggling back around but.

"Hold on." Dropping down, hand out palm facing Miss Sideways. Stop. "Wait. I. Um."
"Dddgggsss gggffffmmmnn." Looking at me, attentive.

"I." Licking my lips, unnerved. Why are they both so calm, compliant? "Can you roll onto your belly again. Miss?"

And there. Visible because her thong is quite tiny, just strips of fabric. On the nurse's left butt cheek, right down in the crease and therefore half hidden. A tattoo.

Or. A brand.

A string of four ancient and complex looking symbols marching a line down the cheek, black, black, red, black.

And they're both being so helpful, so eager. Having been bound by Echo it's like I'm their new best friend.

Just like- fuck, the revelation like a shock -Lauren.

Does my sister have the same brand?

Which I suddenly realise I'm running a fingernail across, tracing.

Running a fingernail across the school nurse's butt, whilst she's bound. And gagged.

As Miss Sideways moans, shifting beneath my touch, stretching, and lifting her butt towards me. Happy and.

I'm up. Standing quickly, shaking my right hand as though it were burning.

"Do you need to inspect me too Charlotte?"
"What?" Half shouted in shock, throwing a guilty panicked glance at the- thank fuck -closed office door afterwards. Eyes tracking back to land on Mrs Morgan's breasts, thoughts of Chelle's large bust and the headteacher helpfully wriggles.

Breasts bouncing, heat climbing up neck and cheeks as I blush.

"No." Backing away hands raised. "I'm...."
"Or you could add more ropes," pausing to look herself over, head lifted and body shaken. Breasts, shaken, again. "I don't mind."
"I...."

Am, thank fuck, saved by the insistent trilling of a phone, coming from.

"Shit."

Mrs- from saved to doomed -Morgan's hoodie pocket, puddled on the floor atop her dress and I pull out the phone. Handling it like an unexploded bomb.

"Jones. Downs Lane?" I read.

"Another headteacher." Mrs Morgan nods. "I was," biting her lip, "supposed to be in a video call. An anti littering strategy launch, ten minutes ago." Sounding apologetic. "Sorry."
"You." Having rung out, rather then voicemail it seems Jones has simply pushed redial, the trilling starting back up. Loudly shouting for attention and on the floor Miss Sideways, who I happen to glance at blinks up at me.

Still being a good girl. Silently, patiently waiting.

"Need to speak to him?"
"Please."

Coming out almost like begging, and I'm forced to lean over her. Mrs Morgan, my bound headteacher. Holding the phone to her left ear because for some reason it seems more natural then standing beside her and holding such to her right instead.

My breasts very nearly in her face, her own squashed against my belly, both of us only wearing bras.

My hair hanging down and framing her face, her breath, as she talks, tickling down into my cleavage.

And I'm trying to stay still, to pretend this is all perfectly normal.

And any moment I'll wake up and it'll all be just some crazy dream.

Ha.

"Jeff." Listening, nodding. "Yes. I'm aware." Looking me in the eye to the point I blink, blush a second time. "Something came up and I'm."

A smile, spreading.

"I'm a little tied up at the moment Jeff."

I just about manage to cough instead of laugh, but it's close.

"How long?" Looking at me.

Down on the floor Miss Sideways moans softly, and as I glance down she moans a second time, having- unseen -wriggled closer, pressing rope squeezed cleavage against my bare leg. Rubbing.

"I could be awhile." Listening. "Yes, reschedule. That's fine." Nodding, and I'm struggling to stay still, and calm. Being so close to Mrs Morgan, pushing my chest in her face all whilst Miss Sideways is pressing her own chest into me like a.

Pet, seeking comfort or companionship.

"Just add me to the email chain Jeff." Slight edge of irritation creeping into her voice. "Good. Thank you."

Nodding at me, pouting as I straighten, breaking the contact our bodies had been forced to maintain. This accompanied by a low, pleading I'd swear, sounding moan from the floor as I step back.

Having a sudden revelation, looking from one bound lady to the other and neither of them anything except content. Willing.

Eager to please me.

Realising, like a jolt the knowledge landing on me: I, want to play. Not just with them, but with Lauren too. Suddenly I want to race, run home and find her, take her up into my room and bind her. Enjoy that power of seeing her so.

And I don't know: is this me, worn down by Lauren's repeated surrender and now, finally, ready to take up my mantle as owner. Or is this Echo, her ways having slowly seeped into my consciousness, her self infecting mine. Changing me.

Following the thought, exploring inside and. I don't care?

Seeing it all as truth: that I want to own them, all of them. Want to take advantage. Who doesn't daydream or fantasise about being Boss God of the universe?

So I should....

Yanking off Mrs Morgan's ropes, her wrists. Bending to do likewise- wrists and the connecting rope -to Miss Sideways.

"Just." Struggling into my torn shirt, sealing it up and shrugging on my black pull over hoodie, stuffing my school tie into a pocket. "Do the rest yourselves."

The only order I dare give, bolting moments later not waiting to see if they'll comply.

Knowing on some level they will.

Unable to trust myself, Shivering in a mixture of adrenaline and fear at what I, almost, just did. Bolting out the door and kicking it closed behind me, reception luckily deserted I escape through the schools front door.

Spend the afternoon- until home time, when mum turns up in the car, as usual to ferry me from one isolation to the next -hiding in a bush, fighting and failing to remain calm. Catching myself more times then I'd care to admit, standing up, making to walk back into school. To either office.

To pick things back up.

Is this Echo, leaking? Or am I starting to crave the power all on my own?

[Syko Sith]

Ooooooo
She's starting to enjoy the control
Probably a little of Echo but mostly her. I'm betting if they ever separate, Charlotte prefers to stay in charge. Echo appears to be able make people compliant.
More please. (I almost said mistress )

[RopeBunny]

More please. (I almost said mistress )

I wouldn't of minded

As fast as I can write it, you'll have it.

She's starting to enjoy the control
Probably a little of Echo but mostly her.

A thing like this, pretty girls/ladies willingly throwing themselves your way. Probably hard to refuse the longer it goes on.

[BlissfulMisery]

To me it's less 'fourth wall' and more a case of 'talking to yourself.'

I do (I'm fairly certain?) employ this kind of mental wandering quite often in Plymouth stories, Brooke talking to herself, addressing problems or self arguing and so on. As you said, hardly a huge issue, but I wanted to clarify or at least explain my view.

You did, and it is quite similar to that (and feels perfectly natural in those cases). But this was just different enough to feel a little off, which is why it jumped out at me.

Let us begin, not with history or reason. In time you'll know.

This first line establishes Echo as speaking directly to someone else - if one was reminiscing about ones own past they would not think of it this way.

Yes, I can hear. Not only the outside.

Yes, I can see. Not only your world but deeper.

Circumstance, and how you, three amateurs, trapped me here. I will discover.

If you order me. Girl. I shall tear you apart from the inside out and I- may -survive.

Will you?

These are direct responses to what Charlotte said in the previous chapter, and so implies she is speaking to Charlotte.

Except she obviously is not since Charlotte never has any memory of this.

So perhaps I should have said it differently - it is not exactly fourth wall breaking, just more that 'who she is talking to as presented does not make sense'. Which leaves the assumption of her talking to the reader?

More 'confusing' then a fourth wall break. As I said, it jumped out at me, although admittedly I did not think about it much at the time and misdiagnosed the core issue.

But I think that is about enough over-analyzing something that as I myself said, does not really matter that much.

-

Feeling the shiver build, fighting to control my suddenly speeding heart and breath. Panicking, picturing and I can almost feel them re-emerging. A phantom stabbing pain racing up my back and I spasm.

Could they? Will they come back out? Now, without Echo, are they a part of me now?

And if so what movement, which muscles or mental thought process will bring them forth?

How am I supposed to remain calm when I could regrow eight spider looking extra limbs any moment?

Unless I can't, but. How will I know the truth?

And all this time, the rising cresting panic, now ebbing because I can't stay on that scary peak. I have to calm down, step back and.

Long quote I know, but I do really like this short foray into body horror. Completely reasonable thoughts on her part, almost too realistic

Who doesn't daydream or fantasise about being Boss God of the universe?

Ahh but the question is what sort of universe would each of us create if given that sort of power? I suspect given enough time none of us would recognize ourselves in that particular reflection. Clearly not where you meant to go with that, but an obvious follow-up.

And to follow more along the lines of the actual text, unsurprising that she shrinks from the power. Subconsciously assuming it to be too good to be true, and there is likely to be some element of feeling the weight of responsibility for the situation.

A thing like this, pretty girls/ladies willingly throwing themselves your way. Probably hard to refuse the longer it goes on.

There is a reason the best way to avoid temptation is to... well avoid it entirely, rather then willfully reject it every time.

Us humans are wired to always want more then what we have - without that inbuilt ambition to improve our circumstances it is unlikely we would accomplish very much. However when combined with actual power, especially over others, this can easily turn into a dangerous cycle.

And the thing with having power and respect, especially power and respect that is unearned is that the mind begins to spin a web of deceit for itself. Justifying the situation, usually through some form of cognitive dissonance (for example believing oneself to be somehow inherently deserving).

Not saying this is what will happen here, just some idle musings on the nature of such things. But there is a reason power must be tempered with some degree of accountability - given enough time things like empathy and responsibility tend to go to the wayside if not reinforced.

More please. (I almost said mistress )

Seems like Echo is starting to leak through the page

[RopeBunny]

Let us begin, not with history or reason. In time you'll know.

This first line establishes Echo as speaking directly to someone else - if one was reminiscing about ones own past they would not think of it this way.

So. You got me this was just a really- I thought -cool introduction to the chapter, too good to worry about whether it technically worked.

Yes, I can hear. Not only the outside.

Yes, I can see. Not only your world but deeper.

Circumstance, and how you, three amateurs, trapped me here. I will discover.

If you order me. Girl. I shall tear you apart from the inside out and I- may -survive.

Will you?

These are direct responses to what Charlotte said in the previous chapter, and so implies she is speaking to Charlotte.

Except she obviously is not since Charlotte never has any memory of this.

And to these.

Yes, she is talking directly to Charlotte. Just because someone can't hear, answer, doesn't mean you don't wish to talk.

Who doesn't daydream or fantasise about being Boss God of the universe?

Ahh but the question is what sort of universe would each of us create if given that sort of power? I suspect given enough time none of us would recognize ourselves in that particular reflection.

Well, I know what mine would look like

I particularly liked 'Boss God' as a title, but your point stands. Likely, given the power things wouldn't remain unwarped, twisted beyond whatever simple idea we set out with.



Next chapter(s) coming. Want to say tomorrow at the latest?

Hopefully.

[RopeBunny]

Extract taken from the weekly online blog of H. F. Investigations, entry 018.

'....talk to a demon?

A monster, and, sure. Okay. Let's go all in, toss Vampires and ghosts onto the pile.

You talk to them.

Politely.

Ha.

Seriously though, let's explore.

Why talk? A legitimate question, and perhaps you have a question, or indeed questions. Have you summoned some all powerful- be careful -entity to describe your slash someone's future? Do you have, are you facing an impossible riddle or task, for which you need help?

It could be the monster is already here, welcomed or not, and talking is therefore the means by which you'll learn why it has come. What you can do, if anything, to make it leave.

Because you're going to want it to leave.

Trust me.

How to talk?

Does it. He. She. Not the silly question it might sound but, does the monster even know English?

French, German, Latin, Greek or Japanese and so forth. You get my point.

If it happens to be inside of you, a possession, well then the act of communication becomes that much more difficult. Since the two of you only share one mouth so how are you....'

[RopeBunny]

Aside.
Time and Day, Unimportant.
Samantha.

I've got the double bed, so Tash follows me home.

Except we walk together, of course, side by side and trying overly hard to talk about something. Anything. Making bad jokes and laughing too easily at them.

Tension you can feel.

Nerves.

But after days of radio silence, followed by Tash being brave enough to actually say what we've both been thinking. Hers the first step, blind and possibly she'd fall. Plummet.

Except I'd been having the same thoughts, and with an audible sigh of relief, a nervous laugh bounced between us, she found solid ground.

And we talked.

Making a plan, missing Char, hoping she- somehow -navigates this impossible maze Echo landed her in.

Knowing she can't.

So instead, denied contact and only the one brief message, relayed by Michelle: that she'd heard us. Instead we hope to see her again.

Soon.

That whatever new school her parents manage to place her in isn't too far. Anywhere but White Hill, we pronounce half jokingly, neither of us caring about the rivalry, but still.

"Empty house?"
"For awhile." Nodding, shedding hoodies and shoes. "And my parents haven't walked in on me in years."

I shrug. Clamp down on the shiver of adrenaline fueled fear, not stating the truths Tash knows well enough: that today they could be home early, and want to talk.

The fact they're never home. Never, until close to six, and that I'm only sought out if dinner's on the table and I still haven't appeared.

Maybe today certainties change?

We hope not.

Upstairs, to my room and hoping the closed door will reinforce, somehow project our desire for the universe to go on as normal.

That we won't be disturbed.

Tash fetches the handcuffs I'm not going to ask after her sourcing of, from her bag. Tossing them plus the key onto my bed, before fidgeting whilst I liberate the rope and cloth from the box inside the box, inside the box that sits underneath a pile of hoodies at the bottom of my wardrobe.

"Should you...."
"Unless." Swallowing, standing close together beside my bed. "You...."
"Scissors paper me for it?"
"Perfect."

Managing a not too nervous sounding laugh. Matched by Tash.

We go best of three, because best of five would lead to seven then fifteen and so on. Because we're both eager, but nervous too, and any excuse to delay we'd take.

If we let ourselves.

I win, which means I'll be using the cuffs. And having- I don't ask from where -apparent knowledge of these things Tash has already attached the key, on a small silver ring, the ring she ties off to string, which she ties securely to a top corner post of my bed.

"So we." Placing the key atop the already rumpled duvet, looking at me, fidgeting but it could be a shiver. "Don't lose it when the time comes."
"Right." Doing my own shiver slash fidget. Nodding. "Shall we...."
"Um...." Swallowing, nodding too fast and climbing up onto my bed.

Where I join her.

Both of us sitting, still in uniform and it's my house but I haven't thought to change. We haven't even thought to remove our ties, still knotted loosely through the collars of our short sleeved blue shirts, black skirts ending above the knee, tight and hugging. Bare legs and socks.

Side by side, we bind our own legs at ankle and knee, constantly peering over, nodding at something- the method of wrapping or knotting -the other appeared to do better. Copying. I can see Tash making hers as tight as I am mine. Rope pinching skin.

"Okay?"
"If you shut up and tie me." Flashing a not nervous, terrified yet excited grin my way. "Just." Wriggling and manoeuvring so she's on her belly, hands placed crossed at her back.

And after a moments hesitation, a shiver. I get on with it.

Tash remaining silent as I bind her, wrists knotted and secured, tied off to her waist.

Lifting her stomach off the bed to help me feed the rope, breath catching as I yank each knot tight.

And now comes the rest.

Laying down too as Tash rolls onto her side, neither of us looking at the other despite the close quarters now, bodies pressed together and I. Awkwardly, manage to wrap rope around both our waists. Pinning us in place at one spot.

Moving on without stopping to check. My own heart running out of control, Tash's breath coming high and fast.

Time for the gags. A strip of cloth wrapping my head, mouth wide to let it in but before I tighten the knot, which is at the back, I feed a second cloth through the first.

The second going into my mouth too, becoming tangled with the first and Tash, watching now, licks her lips before moving her face close.

Closer.

Contact, her lips and nose touching, brushing mine and quickly I wrap the second cloth around her head. Yanking the knot to pin her in place before yanking on my own.

Pinning us both, forcing the contact we now can't break.

Quickly, nerves building and rising and I can feel the urge to back out. Without stopping to think or worry I reach around Tash, cuffing my wrists together mostly by feel. Behind her.

Pinning us together a third time: waist, lips, my cuffed wrists.

It isn't exactly the tie Echo put us in, but there's no easy- because we've thought it through -way to both have our wrists behind the other as mine are. And Tash could only find or source one set of cuffs.

It isn't the exact tie, but it's close. It achieves the same end result: forcing our bodies and lips together. Pressing breast against breast, waist against waist.

Making us a helpless pair.

Because, once we'd begun talking about it there came the revelation of a shared enjoyment.

Or at least, new as it was we hadn't hated it. Had, kinda, liked it.

And we both wanted to try again.

"Fffmmmm dddssssrrnn gggmmmpp." Tash, blinking as her gaze skates on then off then on me, our eyes occasionally locking only to instantly dance away.

"Gghhhfff rrrsssddd mmmnnmm." I respond, softly like she had. Pushing my body forward.

Sudden squeal of surprise from Tash as I force us both into a roll, winding up atop her, my hands squashed beneath her butt as Tash squirms.

Goes still. Blinks up at me. Wriggles, causing her chest to rub against mine.

Which I- because it felt really fucking nice -begin doing back. Slowly though, gentle.

Suddenly wishing I at least didn't have a bra on, that I could feel more.

Rolling back onto our sides, lost balance or maybe Tash tipped us? It doesn't matter.

Laying still, breathing. Simply feeling and enjoying the close contact, feeling the ropes and cuffs, the twinned gag. All the things pinning and joining us.

Kissing. Shy and sporadic, lips moving and tongues slipping out, as well as we can considering the cloth. The gag blocking most of the room.

Moaning at each other. Incomprehensible, nonsense sounds but never angry. Soft. Sometimes she moves, wriggling or rubbing. Struggling, and I remain still. Letting her fumble and strain, watching. Feeling.

Sometimes she let's me, move and bounce, press myself into her. Attempt, fumbling, to find a knot on her wrist ropes. Working by feel only and Tash suddenly kissing me. Distracting.

On occasion we struggle together, moving together or in opposition and what would I do if she somehow escaped and stole the key. Leaving me cuffed.

There's an alarm set for an hour, not expecting to need the alert. Figuring we'd be bored, uncomfortable. That we wouldn't last.

But off it goes, trilling. Scaring us both, jumping then exchanged glances. Gag muffled laughs.

Realising the alarm won't stop, or it will, but it'll repeat five minutes later, and on until I can reach it.

Realising moments later I'm on the wrong side of the bed- silly girl -to access the handcuff key, which is behind me yet my wrists are behind Tash.

"Ttgggdd pppffsssmm." I insist at Tash, wriggling my locked wrists and throwing my eyes upwards.

The key. Behind me.

Receiving an eye roll back.

So we're forced to struggle, forced to roll all the way over, Tash on top this time, setting off an explosion of fluttering excitement in my belly as her weight presses down. Grabbing at her butt cheeks with both hands, squeezing whilst I kiss her.

Tash moaning by way of response, wriggling her chest deeper into contact with mine.

Rolling to bring Tash down onto my other side, and then forever spent wriggling, thrashing against each other, trying to crawl and bounce up the bed, across the bed towards the key. My body pressed to hers, attempting to push us both whilst my hands reach and search out blindly behind Tash.

Seeking the key.

Finding the key.

And an endless time later, a click. Freedom.

And as agreed beforehand, once freed Tash leaves. We don't talk, about anything and least of all what just happened.

We agreed on time, to think and process without being influenced by each other.

Although I saw her smile, and she doubtless saw mine.

[Syko Sith]

Okay then!! Charlotte's friends are starting to get intimate. By choice this time. Since they don't know their friend is probably not going anywhere. Interesting excerpt about possession too. I'm already looking forward to more!!!

[BlissfulMisery]

So. You got me this was just a really- I thought -cool introduction to the chapter, too good to worry about whether it technically worked.

Fair enough

Yes, she is talking directly to Charlotte. Just because someone can't hear, answer, doesn't mean you don't wish to talk.

Also fair, if a little odd. Then again, I suppose an otherworldly being has a pretty good excuse to be 'a little odd'.

Well, I know what mine would look like

I particularly liked 'Boss God' as a title, but your point stands. Likely, given the power things wouldn't remain unwarped, twisted beyond whatever simple idea we set out with.

Ahh but 'Boss God' implies the existence of other gods in such a reality. Seems like a potential threat to ones own supreme power

But enough picking at words.

-

If it happens to be inside of you, a possession, well then the act of communication becomes that much more difficult. Since the two of you only share one mouth so how are you....'

I suppose in that case you hope that the entity is literate

Apparently Samantha and Natasha have given up on trying to help. Unsurprising given what resulted from their previous attempt and the fact that they do not have a lot of options to do so (even if unbeknownst to them this is likely to change soon).

And it seems their run-in with Echo has left quite the lasting impression on them

Given everything else that has happened, makes one wonder if there is some lingering influence at play there, or if this is entirely 'them'. Not sure if we will ever actually find out the full answer there though.

[RopeBunny]

Well, I know what mine would look like

I particularly liked 'Boss God' as a title, but your point stands. Likely, given the power things wouldn't remain unwarped, twisted beyond whatever simple idea we set out with.

Ahh but 'Boss God' implies the existence of other gods in such a reality. Seems like a potential threat to ones own supreme power

Well maybe me and the other 'Gods' can have some sort of rope bases fight for supremacy.

I wouldn't even mind losing

And it seems their run-in with Echo has left quite the lasting impression on them

Given everything else that has happened, makes one wonder if there is some lingering influence at play there, or if this is entirely 'them'. Not sure if we will ever actually find out the full answer there though.

Okay then!! Charlotte's friends are starting to get intimate. By choice this time.

Added the Samantha chapter (most recently posted) purely due to this being a TUGs site. Basically.

I felt, given free reign, if I didn't feel obligated to include TUGs at every available opportunity I'd probably of had Sammy and Tash engage in a discussion of NOT liking the experience forced on them by Echo.

Which after all seems more likely.

But. I'm not unhappy, and it was fun to write things this way.

Just. Fair warning. Not sure we'll revisit Sammy and Tash's particular story arc.

[RopeBunny]

014.
Charlotte.

The day of my doom. I've barely slept. Tossing. Turning. Crumpling and fighting the duvet, throwing and casting it from the bed.

What's the fucking point?

Fetching it back only to spend uncounted minutes standing at my window, staring out on the night silent street below.

A single cat, prowling. Freedom I envy.

And, having slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep, woken too soon. I remember History class, learning about an old King. Executed yet walking to the block with head held high. Defiant to the end.

I will be this man.

Teeth brushed and minimal make-up applied: black flicks at each eye to complement my hair, left hanging loose curling and tumbling. Uniform, tie knotted but shirt left slightly open at the neck as is my preference. Bare legs and knee high lace up boots.

Mouth set, opening my bedroom door and.

"Char."

Lauren, and shit. Seeing her makes me jump because for the first time in weeks, so distracted and lacking sleep I'd forgotten to check in first thing. Yet here she is, free of ropes and gags, dressed in white jeans and a black 'Iron Maiden' cropped tee, black thong straps poking out from her belted waistband at the sides, the jeans low on her hips the thong high.

Showing me a small smile.

"I." Thrusting. "Bought this for you, for luck."
"Oh." Having automatically taken the offered. Thing. I now look.

It's Pochita, the devil, demon in dog form. A major part of the anime Chainsaw Man, which I'm not allowed to watch, which of course means I've done literally hundreds of online searches for details.

Wanting it even more due to its banned- in my house -status.

The dog is small, brownish red with a chainsaw pull cord for a tail, a black handle running from left up and over to the right side, and a fearsome looking saw blade sticking out the front.

"Laur." Already hugging the plush close, almost death gripping it, fighting back tears. "I...."
"Anything for you, Char." Holding my gaze and reaching out, rubbing my arm. "Good luck, with." A shrug, because I haven't said and there's no way our parents have divulged details.

So she doesn't know, nothing beyond I'm deep in the shit, at school. And that today is important.

That much I have told her, during one of our many evenings spent talking. Lauren keeping me company, unasked but appreciated.

"Thanks. Laur." Pulling her into a tight hug, the plush between us, squashed. Even managing not to flinch as she kisses my cheek, whispers.

"If it's bad news you can always take out some frustration on me, I'll have the rope ready."

In my ear. Yet another offer, asking. Begging at times and so far I've been good.

But I'm crumbling, each time I want to a little more. Echo's influence or not, I'm beginning not to care.

"And I suppose." Stepping back, a smile- sinking, the dam cracking -forming. "That if I win, you and that rope will help me celebrate too?"
"Definitely." A genuine, happy grin spreading across her mouth, accompanied by a small fidget.

Impatience? Eagerness because for the first time I've offered?

I really shouldn't of said it.

And I'm not sure- glaring at myself in the mirror these past days -how much 'help' Echo thinks she's being? I am clueless, on exactly what turning Mrs Morgan and Miss Sideways, the headteacher and nurse, into the same obedient and desperate to please creatures as my sister. What is that supposed to achieve?

Exactly?

How does it help doomed me? Admittedly Mrs Morgan, time spent in her office post Echo's intervention, she's been friendly towards me. Overly so. Luckily she hasn't, yet, asked me to bind her. But I feel certain it's coming.

And I haven't even seen the nurse since she was a hogtied puddle on the floor.

But no doubt she'll beg me to show her some- special, the kind with added ropes -attention soon.

Except soon, by lunchtime infact, I won't be a Merton girl.

Which is- binding the headteacher and nurse, the thought like a kind of perverse thrill, forbidden yet enticing -probably for the best.

Mum and dad have the morning off, both of them driving me in for the meeting, flanking me and I really do feel escorted to some terrible fate.

There's a room upstairs. The school is spread out across a ground and first floor, with a second but only at one end and the middle of the horseshoe shaped main building. At the end this small floor houses the music department, and in the middle the rising stairs bring you to a large hall, where exams take place.

Where meetings- like today -take place.

Today tables have been pushed into a square formation, a hole in the middle. The headteacher, Mrs Morgan sitting at the head, the door behind her, with the receptionist to take notes on her left, and Miss Sideways on her right, beside whom five of the governors fill out that side and across part of the back.

Five, always an odd number so there's never a need for Mrs Morgan to vote.

I'm on the other side, flanked, still, by my parents.

We've, the family Waters minus Lauren of course.

And I briefly wonder, the thought not helpful but there, skipping across my consciousness: Lauren thinks I'm binding her later, but. I know she's looking forward to it, but does it infect her thoughts whilst we're apart? Does Echo's influence, that mark, does it cause my sister to pine for me, to miss and still desire to please me, even whilst we're miles apart?

Coming back to myself, finding the receptionist, having led the family Waters into the room, all of us seated now and Mrs Morgan shuffling papers, looking around the room.

Smiling at me, a frown for most of the governors, an exchanged nod with Miss Sideways and a frown at my parents but.

A wide smile, flashed then gone, for me.

"May we begin?" Waiting out any potential interpretation. Nodding. "Good."

"We're gathered today to discuss the case of Miss Charlotte Waters. And. Well." A shrug, closing what I now see is a single, very thin folder. Perhaps only two sheets contained within. "I move that we dismiss."

Mum, sudden grip of my forearm, tight and growing more so. Dad, frowning. Glancing towards me as I splutter out a mixture of laughter and coughing.

Disbelief.

Because, Miss Green saw. Mr Castleford saw, the end result at least. Plus numerous pupils, dozens of photos of- sorry -my bound and in two cases gagged friends.

Chelle being, if not exactly a friend close enough to count.

"Governors." Looking towards the five judges, Mrs Morgan nods, her face set. Serious. "Can we vote?"
"Based," one of the five: three men and two ladies, a mixture of ages and dress styles from full suit to jeans and a vest top on the youngest female. It's the oldest man speaking, addressing Mrs Morgan his fellow governors nodding at the ensuing back and forth.

Taking it in whilst I watch, listen. Spellbound and confused.

"On our earlier discussion?"
"Yes." Patting the folder. "A lack of evidence I'm afraid."

Dad's glare, flash of anger, shutting down my second bout of coughed disbelieving laughter.

"If you could explain for us again though. Lilli." Gesturing to the receptionist. "For the record."
"Of course," Quick glance towards me and a tiny nod, "Edward."

Miss Sideways glances up at me too, whilst the headteacher lays it all out. The nurse, who's branded butt cheek I've touched. Fondled. Smiling at me.

"As you're all no doubt aware Merton operates a strict 'No phones during school hours' policy. Therefore repeated rumours of shared photographic and video evidence are just that. Rumour."

"Neither of the three students directly involved: Miss Smith, Beech, and Mitchell. Reported any untoward activity in their various statements."

Patting the folder and by this point I'm having to clamp my mouth shut, jaws grinding together, forcing everything I can't say, forcing the laughter to remain inside.

Because what the actual fuck?

"Lastly, regarding the two members of staff: Miss Green has, unfortunately, some personal issues and is currently taking a leave of absence. We at Merton of course wish her well, and are helping in any way possible."

Nods of understanding, even from mum.

Poor Miss- hard to breathe too now, the urge to laugh and blurt it all, the truth, out, doom myself is becoming overwhelming -Green.

"As for Mr Castleford." Pausing as several of the governors tut. Shaking heads. "His response, in retrospect was far too heavy handed. Merton can not encourage nor allow such physical treatment of pupils. So, as a former employee of this Comprehensive Mr Castleford's testimony becomes void. Inadmissible."

"Therefore," eyes travelling a quick circuit of the room, winking.

The fuck?

At me and Miss Sideways still smiling.

"At this time I'd ask for a supporting vote of my motion to dismiss." Looking now at the governors. "Gentlemen. Ladies. A show of hands please."

At which three rise instantly, with a fouth following moments later, leaving only one of the two ladies.

Looking at me and I can plainly see distrust in her expression. Possibly even anger.

Has she seen a photo? Does she, possible, know Mr Castleford or Miss Green?

The moment drags out. Four being enough, a majority- and I know because dad took great pains to explain the method to me last night, his face full of hope -is all that's needed and we've got it.

But clearly Mrs Morgan is hoping for a unanimous yes.

And.

Suddenly I can feel it, as I look. Realise my head has swivelled to regard this lone dissenter of it's own accord. There's a shift in the pit of my belly. Movement. A tingle down all four limbs like approaching numbness and my eyes start to cloud over.

Echo. Rising.

Come to deal with this problem.

Which I'd- head suddenly shaking and I must look half crazy -asked her to do. To help me, us.

No no no no no no no.

Shouting inside the confines of myself. Begging and silently pleading it's all going away it's enough we've won we're free please please please please.

The moment seems to hang, to stretch. Numbness covering at least half of me, all my limbs. Vision like trying to see through mesh, dark and shapes blurry.

"Please." Like a whimper, begging.

Sudden shiver, like an attack my whole body spasming. Blinking, feeling my mouth settle back retracting the smile I hadn't realised I'd been wearing.

Seeing, eyes clearing of fog, the fifth governor recoiling. Jumping back in her seat, eyes wide and fixed on me.

On a smile I know, can feel the ache in my jaw, the smile had been too wide.

Itch running up my back, how close I'd come to ruining another school shirt but.

Echo had listened, she'd stepped back.

Trusting me?

"Very w-" Mrs Morgan stopping, smiling as that last hand is, shakily, raised. "Unanimous then. Thank you governors." Nodding to the receptionist who nods back, scribbling some more.

Muted, from the other side of the closed doors a bell rings.

"Well." Clapping her hands. "Miss Waters." Nodding as I look at her. "I think you've been outside of the system for quite long enough. I'm dismissing you, go and have lunch before returning to your normal classes."
"O. Kay?" Standing, legs shaky needing my arms braced on the table for a moment. Support. "Thank," confused, staring at Miss Sideways and Mrs Morgan both.

What did you do, for me? Because quite clearly I've underestimated. Severely, the sheer extent and depth of the power Echo has. The level of hold she's taken over them.

And Lauren?

I shouldn't be free.

But- somehow and the twin smiles, shy yet growing in response to my own, directed at them both -I am.

"You."
"Of course." Reaching out to lay a hand on Miss Sideways shoulder, the nurse reaching up, patting Mrs Morgan's hand in return. "Off you go now Charlotte. We can." Her smile turning cheeky. "Wrap things up here."

And I'm saved from a final fit of coughed laughter by mum and dad's sudden flanked hug, both of them standing, embracing me.

"We're so happy Princess." And. "Come straight home, today. Please." From dad. "We'll all go out to celebrate."

To which I, mute. Nod. Leaving. Heading out into the general chaos of the corridors at lunchtime.

Heading for the school playing field, because I know where my friends will be.

[Syko Sith]

I'm getting used to your writing style. The times I get lost aren't as frequent now. Even after I do, it's easy to pick it back up. How do I always seem to catch this story almost exactly an hour after you post it?

Echo did exactly as Charlotte asked. She is free again. (Or is she?) Did she actually talk Echo down? Another excellent chapter.
Let's hope for friendly reunions all around.

[summerbreezes]

Attractive series, your writing style is special but interesting! Thank you for the writing.

[RopeBunny]

I'm getting used to your writing style. The times I get lost aren't as frequent now. Even after I do, it's easy to pick it back up.

That's great

I know my style is somewhat erratic. Jumping. I've always got so much detail, so much I want to fit in

I really do appreciate you making the effort and sticking with it/me.

Did she actually talk Echo down?

That, Charlotte asking Echo to stand down, apparently being heard and obeyed, will be directly addressed and followed up next chapter.

How do I always seem to catch this story almost exactly an hour after you post it?

Just lucky I suppose