For Your Convenience

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

For Your Convenience

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

I stare at the folded piece of paper in my hand, the list of punishments Eliot wrote for himself burning a hole in my pocket. The team's laughter echoes from the living room, unaware of the psychological minefield in this kitchen. Eliot stands across from me, back straight but somehow still appearing small, eyes fixed on the countertop between us.

"Sir?" His voice is low,恭敬, waiting for my judgment on his self-prescribed consequences.

The contrast between this version of Eliot and the man who once argued fiercely with me about every plan couldn't be more stark. This compliance feels like a new kind of manipulation, or perhaps something even more disturbing - a broken man offering up his pain for my approval.

From the living room, Parker's voice cuts through the tension. "Eliot! You coming to help us pick the movie or what?"

Eliot's shoulders tense slightly at the interruption, but he doesn't look away from the spot on the counter he's fixated on. He waits. For me. For my decision. For whatever I'll do with the power he's suddenly handed me.