[Gideon]

After fixing the hole in the chain curtain, Gideon has his followers pull up chairs for themselves and arrange them into an inward facing circle at the front of the classroom, where they take a seat.

“Greetings, you may call me Gideon. What is your name?”
“Jacob.” Jacob responds flatly.
“Greetings, my name is Gideon. What’s your name?”
“Ethan.” Ethan responds flatly.
“Greetings, I’m Gideon. What’s your name?”
“Wilson.” Wilson responds flatly.
“Hello, I’m Gideon. What’s your name?”
“Sarah.” Sarah responds flatly.
“I’m Gideon. You? ...”
“Ashley.” Ashley responds flatly.
“So... this is fun.” Gideon muses to himself, even though he was surrounded by five others in the class room.

[i]This is so dull, they won’t talk to me because I’m controlling them. Maybe I can tweak with the Bindings some.[/i]

Thinking back to when he took control of the five, he remembers that his sole thought was for them to become under his control. Only now was he realizing that without his control, they’d do literally nothing. 

After giving it some serious thought, Gideon tweaks the mental bindings on Ethan first. Ethan made for the best test subject as his word wasn’t particularly dangerous, and his personality made him easily controlled even without a mental binding. Ethan would prioritize preserving Gideon’s physical well-being, health, and life, act according to Gideon’s desires and intentions, unswervingly obey Gideon’s orders, and care for himself as well. Ethan would also have to be reasonably polite and not attempt to harm the other’s Gideon has mentally binded unless ordered to do so. In addition, Ethan would position himself so that he is within optimal range to protect Gideon should the need arise. As a bonus, Ethan would be encouraged to be honest and open with Gideon, as Gideon didn’t want a servant that worked himself to death. 

While specific, the binded would still have plenty of freedom to think and do whatever they’d like as long as it didn’t interfere with their duties. 

Gideon stopped there. If this worked, he would next try to fiddle with their sensations of pain, fear, and other such feelings and emotions that could prove inconvenient in a fight. He made the modifications and prompted Ethan to stand up and introduce himself to the small circle.

“H-hey, I’m Ethan. Umm... I’m 16? My w-word is Rejuvenate because you know...” Ethan looks at Gideon as if pleading him to let him stop. Gideon relented and Ethan quickly sat back down. “Thank you, Ethan.” Gideon smiles lightly and makes the changes on the rest. 

“So are you going to attack me now? Make me walk into a closet and strip off all my clothes for you? You’re already thinking about it aren’t you, pervert?!” Ashley accuses Gideon with an outraged, glare, her finger leveled at his chest. 
“Erk!” Gideon blushes and looks away. “I’m only thinking about it because you brought it up!” Gideon complains, rolling his eyes and pretending he isn’t bothered by it by leaning back in his chair, his hand behind his head. 
“You really think he’d attack us?” whispers the other female student, Sarah, fearfully. Sarah was short and petite, barely even 5’, wearing a pink hoodie and light blue Nike lacrosse shorts. 
“I bet it’s all he can think about! He’s probably just waiting for the right moment to do it, when no one’s looking.” Ashley whispers back fiercely. 
Sarah gasps and Ashley continues, “Or maybe he’ll give us up to all the male students in the class, and say something like its the duty for us females to help the males blow off steam. And then they’d all surround us and tear off our clothes and throw us down and **** ** **** ***** **** ***** *** *** *** **** ** *** **** ** ** ***** ******** *** ***** *** ****** *** *** ** ******* ********!!!!!” Ashley exclaims dramatically as her imagination runs wild. Sarah grows increasingly pale as Ashley’s language shoots from dirty to downright vulgar.
“Noooooo!” Sarah hugs her legs to her chest and pulls her hood over her head, in total shock as she too imagines the horrors of countless teenage males slowly surrounding helpless little her.

Jacob and the other student, Wilson, flush red as they too are drawn into Ashley’s wild fantasy. They shift uncomfortably on their chairs. “I’d like to volunteer to not stand up and introduce myself.” Jacob interjects sheepishly. 
“...me too.” Wilson adds awkwardly.
Gideon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.