Chapter 22

You trail the Valentini sisters across campus, keeping a careful distance as they hurry toward their dormitory building, heads bowed against the stares and whispers. Their transformed appearances make them impossible to miss – Giorgia's platinum blonde hair with pink tips catching the morning sunlight like a beacon, Isabella's honey-blonde extensions swinging with each hurried step.

You slip into the dormitory building behind a group of students, then take the stairs while the sisters wait for the elevator. This gives you time to reach their floor first and position yourself around the corner from their room, where you can observe without being immediately spotted.

Giorgia unlocks their door with trembling hands, her olive skin ashen beneath the makeup smeared across her face. The metallic pink micro-dress clings to her athletic figure, riding up her thighs as she moves. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispers, her voice cracking. "My scholarship, my team, my future... it's all gone."

She collapses onto her bed, staring at her phone as more notifications pour in. Tears streak through her mascara, leaving black trails down her cheeks as she scrolls through message after message. "Coach wants to meet tomorrow morning to discuss my 'conduct unbecoming a team captain,'" she reads aloud, her voice hollow. "And Professor Harrington says I should 'reconsider my academic priorities' before attending his class again."

Isabella paces the small room, the oversized flannel shirt hanging off her slender frame, revealing glimpses of the sheer crop top beneath. Her pale skin is marked with purple bruises around her collarbone and neck. "We need to go to the police," she says firmly, though her hands shake as she gathers her honey-blonde extensions into a messy ponytail. "Dr. Stern drugged and hypnotized us. That's assault. That's... that's rape by deception or something."

"With what proof?" Giorgia demands, gesturing wildly at her transformed appearance. "Look at us! Everyone thinks we did this willingly. The videos show us... enjoying it." She chokes on the last words, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "No one will believe that we were hypnotized. They'll think we're making excuses."

You step into the doorway, unable to resist witnessing their reaction to your presence. A smirk plays across your lips as both sisters freeze, their expressions shifting from despair to rage in an instant.

"You," Isabella hisses, her academic vocabulary abandoned as fury overtakes her. "You fucking monster. What did you do to us?"

Giorgia rises from the bed, her athletic body tensing as if preparing to attack. "Fix this," she demands, gesturing to her platinum hair. "Change us back. Make the videos disappear. Or I swear to God, I'll kill you myself."

You lean against the doorframe, savoring their impotent rage. They have no proof, no recourse, and no way to undo what's been done. Their lives as they knew them are effectively over – and the best part is, with just a few words, you could bring Gia and Bella back to the surface at any moment.

You lean against the doorframe, a smirk playing across your lips as you survey the devastation you've created. Two brilliant young women reduced to trembling, disheveled messes – their transformed appearances a stark reminder of your power over them.

"Your reputations are already destroyed," you say coolly, enjoying the way both sisters flinch at your words. "Everyone on campus has seen those videos by now. Your professors, your coaches, your classmates – they all think you're just a pair of brainless sluts who finally showed their true colors."

Giorgia's olive skin flushes with rage, her platinum blonde and pink hair swinging as she steps toward you. "You did this to us," she hisses, her athletic body coiled with tension. "You're going to fix it."

"Fix it?" You laugh, the sound echoing cruelly in the small dorm room. "Why would I do that? If everyone already thinks you're sluts, you might as well enjoy it. At least Gia and Bella knew how to have fun."

With a primal scream of rage, Giorgia lunges at you, her volleyball-toned muscles propelling her forward. You sidestep easily, catching her wrist and twisting it behind her back in one fluid motion. She gasps in pain as you push her against the wall, her metallic pink dress riding up to reveal the curve of her ass.

"Let her go!" Isabella demands, her honey-blonde extensions framing a face contorted with fury and fear. The oversized flannel shirt slips off one shoulder, revealing the bruised pale skin beneath. "You can't just ruin our lives like this!"

"I already have," you reply, releasing Giorgia with a shove that sends her stumbling back toward her bed. "And I could do much worse. One word – just one – and Gia and Bella will come right back. Is that what you want?"

Giorgia freezes, her hand instinctively rising to touch her platinum hair. "You wouldn't," she whispers, but the fear in her eyes betrays her certainty that you absolutely would.

"Only I can help you salvage what's left of your lives," you continue, your voice dropping to a silky, persuasive tone. "The videos, the university administration, your scholarships – I can control people. Hypnotize them. You know that. I can make this go away... or I can make it so much worse."

Isabella's slender body trembles as she wraps her arms around herself, her hopelessness palpable. "What do you want from us?" she asks, her voice barely audible. The academic brilliance that once defined her seems distant now, buried beneath layers of trauma and the lingering shadow of Bella.

"Cooperation," you answer simply. "And perhaps a little gratitude for all I've done for you."

The sisters exchange a glance, silent communication passing between them – the desperate calculation of two brilliant minds trying to find a way out of the trap you've so carefully constructed around them.