You and Sophie have been best friends since freshman year, bonding over your shared love of cheesy horror movies and thrifting. Last weekend's find at the antique store seemed like just another joke - a dusty book of 'ancient feminine magick' with a spell called 'Divine Feminine Ascendancy' that made you both laugh.

During your weekly board game night, you'd jokingly read the Latin incantation aloud, Sophie egging you on. The full moon shining through her kitchen window had seemed like perfect ambiance for your silliness. Neither of you thought anything of it when your voice cracked halfway through the chant.

This morning changed everything.

Sophie sits up in bed, watching you move like a sleepwalker toward the coffee maker after her casual request. There's something unnatural about your obedience, something that makes her pulse race as you place the steaming mug in her hands without a word. When she asks if you're okay, you turn toward her with empty eyes that send a shiver down her spine - not of fear, but of something dangerously arousing.

'What did we do?' she whispers, reaching for the ancient book on her nightstand. Her fingers trace the title as she looks at you, a mixture of horror and excitement in her expression. 'You're... you're actually compelled to obey me, aren't you?'