Madison’s World Redux: Season Two: Episode Forty

The quiet of the room was interrupted by the steady thump of footsteps approaching the door. All three littles, Greg, Cindy, and Trina turned their heads toward the sound, their gazes fixed on the towering figure of Evan as she entered Madison’s room. She paused near the nightstand, rummaging through the oversized purse she’d left earlier, her movements unhurried, casual.

Greg and Cindy exchanged a glance, recognizing the small electronic device Evan pulled from her bag. It was her glucose meter, she was diabetic, and they had watched her perform this routine many times before, back when they were parents, when they would offer her snacks or quietly remind her to check her levels if she looked pale. But now, the moment felt different. There was no parental concern here, no authority to guide or remind. They were observers, littles, watching from their enclosure as Evan managed her health with the autonomy they no longer had.

Evan glanced down at the meter, her face impassive as she took her reading. Then, she reached back into her bag, this time retrieving a disposable insulin pen. The sight was familiar, but its significance had changed. Greg and Cindy were no longer participants in this world, they were outsiders, watching someone else’s life unfold, powerless to intervene or even offer support.

As Evan moved toward the trash can next to the habitat, she prepared to discard the pen. Greg’s and Cindy’s eyes followed her every movement, but it was Trina who responded first, slipping effortlessly into the little sit position, her body perfectly still and obedient. She had been Brooklyn’s little for a long time, long enough to know the rules, to understand the nuances of showing proper respect to any guardian in their community. The fluidity of her actions, the ease with which she assumed her position, was a reminder to Greg and Cindy of how far they had yet to go in their training.

Evan’s sharp eyes landed on the three of them. Her smirk was barely concealed as she took in the scene before her: Trina, ever the model little, sitting in perfect form, while Greg and Cindy, visibly less composed, followed her lead. The irony wasn’t lost on Evan. Just days ago, she had stood in this very room under entirely different circumstances. Cindy had been her usual self, confident, dominant, full of advice on how to handle littles and guardianship. Greg had been there too, though quieter, more reserved. They had been her mentors in so many ways, Cindy more teaching her how to train and care for a little, instilling in her the philosophies that Cindy herself had advocated for years. While Greg, more teaching her about life.

Now, those roles had been entirely reversed. Cindy, the woman who had once lectured her on discipline and control, now sat obediently in the little sit position, her eyes downcast in submission. Greg, her silent partner in those lessons, was no longer a quiet authority figure but a powerless little at her feet. The shift in power was almost absurd, almost, because here they were, trapped in the very reality Cindy had once shaped for others.

Evan raised an eyebrow as her smirk deepened, amusement flickering in her eyes as she watched them. “Well, well, well,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with condescension. She glanced at Trina, who was still sitting perfectly still, then shifted her gaze back to Greg and Cindy. “Looks like you two are getting the hang of it. Madison’s done a good job.”

Greg’s muscles tensed at the comment, his fists clenching instinctively before he forced himself to relax. He wanted to respond, to say something, anything to break the tension or assert some semblance of dignity, but he knew better. Evan wasn’t just a guest in Madison’s room anymore. She was one of the guardians, part of the community that had complete control over their lives. Any words he spoke now would only reinforce his position, beneath her, beneath them all.

Cindy remained silent, her body still, but Greg could sense the anger radiating off her. She had always been the strong one, the one who handled everything with confidence and authority. To see her like this, small, powerless, forced into submission, was painful. He could feel her frustration as clearly as his own, but what could they do? There was no escape from this new reality.

Evan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she tossed the used insulin pen into the trash can. She knew exactly what she was doing, relishing the power she held over them, enjoying the reversal of roles that had placed her on top. The young girl who once looked to Cindy and Greg for guidance had now surpassed them in every way that mattered.

“Madison’s parents,” Evan said with a soft chuckle, the words tinged with sarcasm. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?” She let the question hang in the air, her gaze lingering on Cindy for a moment longer, as if daring her to respond.

Greg’s gaze dropped back to the pink carpet beneath him, unable to hold her stare. He had never felt this level of humiliation before, not even when Madison had been at her strictest. There was something about Evan’s smirk, her casual dominance, that made it worse, because this wasn’t a stranger or some dispassionate observer. This was Evan, the girl they had once invited into their home, whose health they had cared for, whose future they had supported.

Now, she was their superior, and they were nothing more than the littles in the habitat.

“I guess,” Evan mused aloud, her voice dripping with mocking amusement, “who better to know the place of a Little than a Little herself?”

She lifted the lid slowly, just enough for their voices to escape, her eyes gleaming with a mix of condescension and satisfaction. The smirk on her lips widened as she took in the situation, clearly relishing the power she held in that moment. Evan’s words hung in the air like a taunt, as if daring them to protest, though she knew they couldn’t, at least, not without consequences.

Both Greg and Cindy knew the time was now. While Evan wasn’t the ideal person she was alone in this moment. She wasn’t a bad kid or anything. She had been friends with Madison for years. While there were other friends along the periphery the core group of friends Madison had her entire life was Krysi, Evan and Brooklyn.

“Eva-“ Greg started to say when he remembered Trina’s lecture and teachings. As much as he didn’t want to remember. As much as he didn’t want to do this. He knew if she was going to ask for Evan’s help he needed to address her properly and show her the respect a little should show her. As otherwise she will merely focus on that as opposed to what he was going ask of her. “Ms. Kingsley,” Greg started to say when Evan held her hand up.

“Greg,” Evan snapped, her voice cutting through the air with a sharp edge, “only Trina should be talking right now.”

She barely glanced his way, as though his presence was more of an inconvenience than anything else. Her attention, cold and expectant, was focused squarely on Trina. “If I want to hear from the service Littles in training,” she added with a smirk, her tone dripping with condescension, “I’ll ask for you.”

Her gaze narrowed, taking in the flawed display before her. She sighed dramatically, shaking her head in disappointment. “Clean that up, Trina,” Evan commanded, her voice thick with disdain. “That was improper training. We expect better from you.”

“Yes, Ms. Evan, of course. I will make sure they understand. I apologize greatly for the offense.” Trina said

“Well, it’s not completely your fault,” Evan remarked, her voice dripping with condescension as she glanced lazily toward Greg and Cindy. Her eyes swept over them with a dismissive smirk, as if they were mere inconveniences. “I guess they’re still newborn Littles. They’ve still got some of that fake Little left in them, you know? Where they think they’re still people.”

Her words hung in the air, and the look she gave them was one of barely concealed superiority, making it clear that in her eyes, they were no longer the parents of her best friend but something far less.

Evan didn’t wait for a response. She shifted, her tone turning sharp and efficient, as though discussing logistics for some grand event. “How’s the training going?” she asked, though it was more of a demand than a genuine question. “I’ll need them ready before track season.”

Without missing a beat, Evan folded her arms, already deep in thought about how they could be used. “If we can rotate four Littles around, we should be able to get full coverage,” she continued, her voice cold and authoritative. “Some of the track meets are going to overlap with Brooklyn and Madison’s dance performances. We’ll need them prepared and able to be outside, no question.”

Evan’s eyes flickered back to Greg and Cindy for just a moment, but there was no warmth or concern in her gaze, just expectation.

“Of course Ms. Evan, as you heard from Greg I had gotten upto properly addressing and explaining their place within the community you all graciously allow us to work and serve within.” Trina said graciously.

“Good,” Evan said with a satisfied smirk, her voice smooth and filled with an air of casual dominance. She didn’t even bother to look up from her phone as she spoke, already focused on her next move. “Then I’ll just update their collars for Mads.”

She pulled out her phone with a swift motion, her fingers dancing across the screen with practiced ease. The act of controlling the collars seemed as simple and routine to her as sending a text message, her tone indicating that this was nothing more than a minor adjustment to her, just another way to ensure their obedience.

Without looking up, Evan’s smirk deepened, fully aware of the power she held over them, knowing exactly what the collars would do if they dared to step out of line. She didn’t need to explain it further; the threat was clear in the air..

“What? How can you.” Cindy said before stopping herself. “I apologize Ms. Kingsley.” Cindy said.

“I expected better from you, Cindy,” Evan said, her voice cutting like a blade wrapped in silk. Her expression was a perfect mix of disappointment and superiority as she eyed Cindy. “Especially since you taught us so much of what we know. I guess that’s why Madison made you service Littles.”

She gave a small, dismissive shrug, as though the decision was perfectly logical, even inevitable. “Krysi, Brooklyn, Madison, and I all share Littles, as Trina already mentioned to you,” Evan continued smoothly, her tone casual, almost as if she were discussing weekend plans. “So, you two were added to our community group.”

With that, she turned her phone around, just long enough for Greg and Cindy to catch a glimpse of the screen. Their names appeared instantly on a list of four Littles, their primary guardian clearly listed as Madison. But what caused their stomachs to drop was the section at the top, under Overseeing Guardians—there, bold as day, were the names Evan, Brooklyn, and Madison.

“And under Junior or Trainee Guardian… well, there’s Krysi,” Evan added with a small, satisfied smile. “She’s not formally trained yet, but Cindy, you’ve worked with her extensively, haven’t you? Along with Madison, Brooklyn, and me, of course.”

Evan’s gaze flickered back to Cindy, clearly reveling in the irony. “It’s really just a formality at this point. Her parents don’t want to pay for the official course, but we both know she’s more than ready.” Evan’s smirk deepened, fully aware of how well Cindy understood just how prepared Krysi was, thanks, in part, to Cindy’s own teaching.

The weight of that reality settled in like a slow, creeping fog.

Cindy wanted to scream. She didn’t know about this. She probably should have. As she remembered random days Madison would come home and just go straight to her room and not want to be bothered. She thought it was just a normal teenage phase. She understood now. She had a little with her. Although she noticed the list isn’t exhaustive as Madison has more friend with littles then just these. She had seen them. But she didn’t fully understand how this works. Maybe they just keep there group small to the four of them because of trust.

“Our goal,” Evan began with a casual, almost dismissive tone, “is to build up a community of, like, ten or fifteen Littles and then get an apartment after high school.” She glanced at Greg and Cindy, her lips curling into a smirk as if she were discussing something trivial, not the complete restructuring of their lives. “But Madison was saying we could just move in here and split the costs. Especially now that you’ve got all those extra bedrooms.”

She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “McKenzie’ll be taking the master bedroom, of course. Madison would probably just stay in hers, and then I guess Evan and I will choose between McKenzie’s old room and the guest room.” Her gaze lingered on Cindy and Greg, letting the implications settle in. “You guys being service Littles? Perfect.”

Evan let the silence hang for a moment, savoring the weight of her words as she looked down at them. “At that point, you’ll just be two members of our little community,” she continued with a smug grin. “Nothing more, nothing less. And we’ll expect you to answer to Trina from now on, she’s the leader of our Little community.”

She took a step closer, towering over them both, her voice taking on a mockingly sweet tone. “She’s the highest-ranking Little now, and your superior from here on out. I know you know all about hierarchy and obedience, Cindy,” Evan added, her eyes narrowing. “If we aren’t around, you’ll listen to Trina. No questions. And if she reports any issues…” Evan let her voice drop menacingly. “Well, we’ll just have to show you firsthand how much we’ve learned in correcting unwanted Little behavior.”

Her bratty smirk widened as she watched their reactions, clearly enjoying the power she wielded over them.

“You were always good at taking direction, Greg, so this won’t be much different for you.” Evan shifted her gaze to Cindy, her expression smug and self-satisfied. “And Cindy, you taught us all of this. We just perfected it, improved it to fit our ideals… our wants.”

Evan paused, letting the irony of it sink in before continuing. “We never thought you two would literally be a part of our community, but it’s kind of an honor, really. You’ll get to witness firsthand everything we’ve learned from you.” She gave a mockingly thoughtful look, then added, “Forever.”

A beat of silence followed before Evan sighed with exaggerated contentment. “The only way I could be more proud is if I was your direct guardian. But this… this is almost as good.” With that, Evan closed the lid with a smirk, giving a little wave, the kind you’d expect from a runway model, before turning on her heel and strutting out of the room.

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