The white walls provided a contrast to the refined wood of the office desks, where each employee had their own identity represented in their belongings. From desks adorned with American football decorations to some with photos of their families;
There were about 10 desks, each with some employee working non-stop, except for Dominguez's desk, which still anxiously awaited its owner's arrival. Most of the employees were either men, or only women whose faces Anton didn't even remember. After all, he had already set his sights on a "prize"—the blonde from before wasn't in the same room; she was in the director's office.
As soon as Anton had the chance, he walked through the place, greeting some employees who treated him like a child, perhaps because of his appearance and height, but he finally reached the director's office door.
The door opened without any problem, something that perhaps shouldn't be like that, after all, it's the director's office. Although Anton had high expectations, reality shattered his dream. Instead of the beautiful blonde, he found only a long corridor leading to a desk where what appeared to be the blonde's secretary was sitting. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned man. Anton was consumed by envy simply because of his appearance and the ease with which he could reach his newest target.
"Hey, buddy!" greeted the unknown man, looking at Anton who was slowly approaching the reception desk. The man seemed the very picture of happiness, something Anton didn't like very much. He felt a tingling in his stomach every time their eyes met.
"Lost?" he asked again, still without an answer.
"Anton... That's my name," replied the "boy" with a serious face. A short answer, in a threatening tone.
The man clearly perceived Anton's lack of respect. "So...(laughs)...my name is William, it's a..." He finished as if answering, though in the end he gave up on saying anything.
Anton analyzed the place, looked around; his eyes had never been very good at seeing details, nor was his photographic memory something he exercised frequently, but at this moment he needed to. He checked every detail.
The Director's office was to the left, the meeting room was to the right of the reception. The receptionist had some papers on his desk, but what caught Anton's attention most were the telephones above the desk; next to one of them was a bottle of nail polish. And it was obvious that this couldn't belong to William.
"Is this hers? Wait, she's the director?...Maybe if you ask her father." Anton thought, showing a decent cognitive capacity, far above what he had used until then.
A sharp pain afflicted his head, his vision blurred. Anton quickly returned to the hallway, without saying a word to William, who merely watched the staggering boy.
"Dad, who was that woman?" Anton asked, still dazed, but his curiosity and sexuality were palpable. Dominguez, already settled at his desk, worked with an apathetic look, staring at his computer and using his cell phone. He took advantage of a fraction of his attention to answer.
"Madelyn..." The short, blunt answer proved where Anton got his arrogant attitude from. However, at least now he knew the name of his next victim, or perhaps he should even use the term "belongs."
Anton had discovered that "having something" was very good; now he possessed a little of Rachel's will. He began to wonder what the limits of these connections would be. He had just used a skill he never had before. Everything seemed strange; nothing had changed physically, yet internally he felt different.
And so Anton spent four hours doing nothing exciting, his anxiety visible, his gaze always focused on the director's office, waiting for someone to come out so he could admire Madelyn's beauty: the black skirt, the white blazer, her breasts swaying with her walk, along with her buttocks begging for spanks.
Anton was lost in his imagination, the sense of power... even though in its embryonic form it was here. But for the moment, he simply walked with his father to the elevator. For some reason, they went down to the cafeteria to eat, a place designated only for that.
When they were about to enter the elevator with Dominguez and the other employees, Anton took a few steps back, letting everyone descend in fits and starts. Dominguez didn't even notice his absence, largely due to his exhausted mind and disinterest in his own son.
---12:08 PM---
The large, empty hall, the silence broken only by the sound of Anton's heavy footsteps, his breath heavy with anxiety. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his body admitting his desires.
"Maybe that guy went to break too."
He thought, as he walked down the hallway, no sign of the man from before.The path opened up for Anton, who heard something behind the principal's door—a woman's laugh.
And when the door began to move, Anton hid behind the reception desk. And there she was, the slender blonde, conversing in an extremely intimate way with William.
"I'm telling you, he was trembling all over! He looked like his father!!" It didn't take long for Anton to understand who the target of the jokes was... Himself. The laughter of his target came from his misfortune, however futile it might be.
With his heart roaring with rage, his body pulsing with hatred, he had already identified his target; however, it was at this moment that he defined his approach, and what he would do with the pair.
Let's begin.
When the two left the room, the young man chose to invade the office. The place was as clean as the rest of the building, but the red curtains, as well as the velvet carpet of the same color, contrasted with the white walls and the large window that offered a direct view of the city.
Anton didn't have a chance to observe the details; his eyes were focused on the cameras that scanned the entire way here. But he noticed something strange: instead of a camera watching, he found an unguarded room.
"What could be the reason for this?" Anton thought as he calmed his body, amidst the search for an item to use his ability.
In the room was a small mini-fridge, with some drinks—alcoholic, non-alcoholic, carbonated, and still—it was an eclectic mini-fridge. Anton had time, as well as his eagerness to "turn the tables" with Madelyn and William. Anton then chose to use her as a research subject...
---1:13 PM---
Madelyn entered her office, her white legs clad in a black silk skirt, her extremely formal attire accentuating her curves, her breasts almost spilling out. And on top of everything, her golden hair, shining against the light from her panoramic window, seemed a little disheveled, some strands straying from their usual path, a look similar to Rachel's after Anton's sexual encounters.
The blonde walked to her desk, but before sitting down she grabbed some water, opening her mini-fridge. She took the water and drank without hesitation. At first, nothing changed; the appearance was the same as water, but the taste...
The taste was salty, like seawater. Salt water, she thought. She ended up taking a few sips, and when she finally turned around...
*click*
With a snap of his fingers, Anton appeared before her, his eyes clearly searching for something more. He devoured her with his gaze; his small stature, yet broad build, made others think he was underage. But he had already proven to his stepmother how far from the truth that was.
And now, in front of Madelyn, the most powerful woman Anton had ever encountered, he wanted to affirm once more, "I am a man!"
He didn't shout it, only reaffirmed it to himself, while the powerful golden-haired woman understood nothing of the situation.
"YOU ARE A BITCH!" Anton whispered, directly in her head.
"No," her mind replied, demonstrating full control of her mental faculties. The boy hesitated for a brief moment, but...
"Actually, you need to bring me to meetings whenever I'm available."
The induction seemed to be working...
"That's negotiable" - Her mind began to consider the possibilities.
"For that I need your contact number"
"Okay" - She replied as if she were talking about work, and so Anton built his path.
"Did you know it's your duty to drink this whole bottle?"
"O...okay" - The control Anton held was too great; she seemed increasingly lost in her trance.
*glub glub*
The entire bottle vanished in a second, and with it any chance of Madelyn.
"From now on, for you...I'm the boss"
"B...boss" - Her mind was almost reconfigured; the woman, CEO of the largest anti-vigilante newspaper in New York, her blue eyes were dull, her mind wasn't there.
"And remember, this is a secret, don't tell anyone."
There was still some connection time left, so the young man dared something new, using his talents and now with her contact at his disposal, he ORDERED:
"NEVER REACH AN ORGASM, unless [censored]" This order sounded like a direct whisper in his head, the order was now embedded in his core.
And so, after some information passed directly from the CEO, Anton decided to test his control over the TRANCE, forcing his imagination to create a virtual image of a lever that was activated. He simply forced it to the opposite side.
*click*
And so both returned to their normal state. Anton raised his head to look directly into the BLUE of Madelyn's eyes, the frightening CEO, which had what resembled a rainbow in her vision.
Her body continued to maintain its structured pose, its beauty, but now in contrast to that vision of repulsion and anger, seeing Anton behind her. Her face, with a slight forced smile, tried to fix her hair.
"Boss...how long have you been here?"
"I'm at my limit!" - Anton, acting like an extremely stressed boss, quickly tapped the sole of his foot on the floor, a clear demonstration of anxiety.
Nervous, Madelyn began to despair; after all, her boss seemed irritated, extremely irritated. And she quickly began to apologize, almost begging for his forgiveness.
"I had an idea."
"Anything, sir!"
CONTINUE...