Feeling Strong

The wave of dizziness passes and you feel strong.

Christa leers at you. “Consider us even and don’t even think about poaching my slaves.”

Slaves. You roll the concept over in your mind. Instinctively you feel that humans were meant to serve you.

You look at Christa. If she were a man you’d want to rip her to shreds. As is, her aura of dominance angers you. You fight your feelings.

“Thank you for the gift Christa.”

She gives you a hint of a smile. “I knew I chose well.”

You wonder what to do next. You make your way into the bathroom. The image that greets you in the mirror looks strange.

Your eyes are red and reptilian. A pair of petite black horns pokes through your hair. Your black lips curl into a smile showing small sharp fangs.

Your clothes are hideous. A silk suit no longer fits your needs. You pull hellish, demonic magic from below. Your clothes burst into flames, revealing another outfit underneath. You admire your shiny, black leather pants. The leather vest shows off quite a bit of your muscular upper body, but it looks plain. You run your clawed hand over your abdomen. As it passes tattoos appear, runes of power and scenes of debauchery.

You admire your new look. New urges to dominate and enslave others creep into your mind. You wonder how Carrie is doing and what they’re doing to Cassandra.