A revealing nap

Sarah looked back and forth at the symbol and the rune. After a few seconds she put it down deciding that the symbol wasn't as similar to the rune. However she began to feel tired, it was mid day. A nap feels appropriate. She decides to head over to her sofa, turn on something that she knows she'll enjoy but won't mind sleeping through. She also decided to bring the idol over with her. There was something about it that she just couldn't let go. She was absolutely in a daze over the whole thing. Whenever she had a project that stumped her like this she couldn't help but devote to it twenty-four-seven. It didn't take long for her to pass out. Her sofa was just as comfy as her mattress.

"Ah, finally. I can reach out to her. I can begin to sew the seeds. Tell me girl, what is it that you desire."

Darkness. Sarah finds herself trapped. Unable to move. She feels like she is looking at a never ending panorama. It's as though she is degree of vision away from being blind. Everything she sees is blurred. Movement started to take form. Slowly the blurs began to come into slight focus. Bit by bit, she began to understand everything she was seeing. The images bounced back and forth. Not as though they were flashing and changing. But something about them was quick motion, they stayed for half a second. And just as quickly there reverted to their original state. He began to gain more and more detail from the blurs. Making outlines of the images. Slowly she began to understand what she saw. And she didn't know how to react. She saw herself. She saw when she first time she masturbated. She saw the first time she had sex. She saw herself in college sleeping with any number of the different lovers of college. She always did like to experiment at that age. She saw herself on her trips. But there was something. Off, about a number of these. At first it was as though she were sitting and watching them like it was the real thing. Like she was just at the right angle to be watching it as though it were a porn. After a while they began to sporadically shift rather than just being sequential. They would repeat in a random order. With each repetition she would see herself. Differently. The images begin to take on a pinkish purpleish color. It started with backgrounds, then it would be how the light shown on them. But then things began to really change. Her breasts seemed bigger. Her waist seemed more taught. Her ass had more bounce. It began to reach pornstar levels. In some her hair had begun to change. Her tattoos were different. She may have been wearing different clothes. But they just didn't stop. The images repeated non-stop.

"More..." Sarah heard.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I watching this? What is happening?"
"I'm... in front of you... You... need more..."
"More what? What do you mean you are in front of me? What are you?!?"
"I'm... in front of you... I am... weak... I need... more... Give me more... So I may give you more." The voice was guttural. It dug into the ground as it went across from the nothingness. It groaned to try and speak, it's breaths were like a rusty door. Rolling against a door frame broken up after centuries of degradation. "Bring me... Bring me with you... That there might... Be more..."

When watching the images at first there was silence. Just Sarah's questioning of her surroundings. What was happening to her. Suddenly, the sounds of her moans. Shouts. Groans from the instances **** upon her began to coalesce into and crescendo'd into a feeling of absolute passion.