End: Lois Wakes Up, Ready To Go To The Club

The crimson lips twisted into a cruel smile.

"...and I will give you another chance to make the right choice. We will place this out again, you and I...as many times as it takes. Until you submit to me of your own free will."

"Never!" Lois spat blood which ran down the glass slope. Her fingers scrabbled against the glass, ready to embrace oblivion before she gave in...

"..." Lois Lane paused, lost in thought for a moment. She had been about to say something, but it was gone now. The reporter blinked and looked around her.

Sunday night. Her club clothes were laid out on the bed. The leather jacket, the white t-shirt, black thong and matching bra, the tight red pants she would never dare to wear at the Daily Planet, and the heels that would be **** on her calves but would make her ass look great. Smartphone, wallet, keys. Everything ready for her night out.

She sat naked before her dressing-table and stared into the mirror. She had already put on her makeup and teased her hair into place. Something about this whole situation seemed wrong...or perhaps wrong wasn't the right word. Familiar. As if Lois had been here before, had done this all before. There was a dreamlike quality as she stared at the mirror and made a pout to check her makeup. Already, she felt thirsty.

Then there were the missing women. Everything Lois had dug up pointed to the club as the last place they had all been seen. If she wanted to beat the crowd, she needed to leave soon.

Yet somehow Lois couldn't shake the sense of déjà vu...and, deep in her gut, a sense of foreboding. As she stepped into her panties, Lois could feel a twinge in her stomach, almost like the start of her period. Of course, that was ridiculous; she'd just had her period ten...no, eleven days ago. Not for the first time, Lois mentally reminded herself to renew her birth control. Not that she planned to be sexually active, but it would help control her cycle better.

Like many of her other concerns, the thought evaporated from Lois Lane's brain as she left the apartment. Yet the disquiet in her gut didn't go away when the driver met her to take her to the club. She met Lois with a Mona Lisa smile, somehow smug and knowing. Lois didn't even have to tell her where to go...and there was the almost imperceptible nod from the bouncer as he stood aside to let her in. Not that Lois could ever remember meeting the man before.

Yet once inside, as the music and the crowd washed over her, Lois moved into her investigative reporter mode, and all of her bad feelings were pushed aside. There was a story here, and she was going to get it...whatever it took.

Blaze smiled as she watched the monitor. This time, perhaps, would be different. If not...there was always the time after that...and the next. The demon tapped the screen.

"As long as it takes, sweetmeat," she whispered. "I will own your mind, cunt, and soul!"