"Master," Karyn said. "Please stop doing this. I thought I was your friend." Jon only smiled back at her.
Karyn started to think of a few scenarios where she could get out of this. She could try to run away or attack him, but one word from Jon would stop her. She could try to talk him out of it, but he seemed to be enjoying his dominance too much. Her best option might be to play along and hope for an opening to escape or the chance he might get bored.
Jon raised his hand to snap his fingers, but then paused. Karyn got a spark of hope, but then it was dashed to pieces when Jon said, "You know what, your attitude needs to be right. I want you to act shy, frail, and cutesy."
"Maasteer, please don't dooo any moooore," Karyn pouted. She let out a cute "eep" as she heard her own voice. It wasn't so much what she said, but the way that she said it; she sounded way too cute, almost sickening.
Karyn felt the way she held herself shift. She would hardly call herself an extrovert, but she was confident. Now, she couldn't even look up. She stared at her feet with her cheeks turning bright red. Her hands fidgeted nervously as she wanted to find a place to hide herself. Jon wasn't that much taller than her, but now he loomed over her. The world felt bigger, and Karyn felt smaller.
Karyn jumped as she heard a snap. "Master," Karyn whispered, unable to say more.
She grabbed her jacket and slowly started removing it. First around the shoulders, then removing her arms from the sleeves. Each moment, she felt weaker and smaller. She forced herself to look up at Jon; maybe she could plead to get him to stop. But, the look on his face told her there was no escape.
