Feed the Demon

What happened next was a blur, a true out of body experience. You spoke automatically, as if some greater **** was working through you, supplying you with all the right words as the woman sitting beside you began to nod along sympathetically. You were vaguely aware of some yarn being spun, about a sister who was very sick. The girl, whose name you learned was Kristina, asked if there was anything she could do to help, and that was when you felt the world tilt on its axis. Your lips moved, and words danced out, and soon you were leading the young woman back to your home.

Thankfully your mother was still out, but there was something deeply unsettling about the stillness of the house. It was a like a Venus fly trap, waiting to ensnare some helpless bug. You took Kristina upstairs, your heart pounding in your chest with every step you took until finally you crossed the threshold.

“Oh,” the demon didn’t sound especially surprised, and the grin on her face only grew once Kristina entered the room. “You’ve brought a gift.”

Kristina frowned. “Why is she nake-”

She silenced by a forceful kiss, the demon all but devouring her with hot lips and a searching tongue. Kristina seemed to be supernaturally affected by the creature’s power and melted into the lurid embrace. Her clothes were quickly torn from her body and the demon began to manhandle the girl, pawing at her hungrily.

The Demon paused her ministrations only to stare at you, “You may not like what you’re about to see,” she hissed. “Stay or go.”