It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it was in Athena's dream at least. Back in reality Jon remembered staring at the stars and listening to the soft breeze before going to bed. Athena, he guessed, was going through some turmoil. He smiled as he wondered if he was the cause.
The day before had been marvelous, watching his dream efforts come to fruition with the gothic girl. He now knew how easily he could manipulate her using her dreams, but Jon wanted to try something different with her than he had done with his sister.
A large fork of lightening lit up the room from the large picture window. Jon saw clearly, for a moment, Athena with a collar and chain around her neck. She was making her way around the room, chained to the floor, cleaning up as she went. A disembodied voice boomed down at her with every roar of thunder.
"FASTER!"
"NEXT TO GODLINESS!"
"CLEAN ENOUGH TO EAT OFF OF!"
At the next lightening strike he could see Athena's black mascara running down her face. She was crying. Jon took pity.
But not too much pity.
He walked up behind her and spoke so she could hear.
"You're not a prisoner."
The chain and collar immediately vanished. Athena stood dazed for a moment, then slowly turned as if she were about to run.
"You don't want to go. This is your job, which you love. You love to serve your boss."
Athena shimmered for a moment, then rematerialized in a maids outfit. This was going better than Jon had imagined!
"You want to impress your boss." Athena's cleaning pace quickened. She seemed to be enjoying her work. He decided to go for gold.
"What your boss thinks of you is the most important thing to you. Jon is your boss."
An armchair materialized in the corner and Jon was shocked to see himself sitting in it! Athena ran to his doppelganger and knelt at his feet. She pulled a hankie out of her cleavage (had her boobs been so big a moment ago?) and got to work polishing his shoes.
Jon shook his head in amazement. The gothic girl's eyes darted up to look at her boss over and over, noting his reaction to her. Each smile she received, each approving gesture caused her to blush, or giggle, or even sigh once or twice. The dream went on quite a while like this, Athena performing for the dream Jon, the dream Jon smiling at Athena, Athena reveling in the attention. All the while the lightening crashed outside.
