Finally snapped out of it

"What have I done?" Jason whispered, watching his girlfriend violated by this sweaty, repulsive man claiming to be an official inspector.

George withdrew from Emma, making no effort to clean himself as he reached for his clipboard. "The response pattern is concerning but not conclusive," he stated, pretending to make notes. "Protocol for high-risk cases requires a follow-up assessment to confirm initial findings."

Emma curled onto her side, pulling a sheet over her naked, violated body. "Get out," she whispered. "Both of you, get out."

George ignored her, addressing Jason instead. "The bureau recommends a secondary position test to verify the initial results. Different positions stimulate different psychological responses relevant to fidelity prediction."

Jason stood frozen, confusion and doubt warring on his face as George's power battled his returning common sense. "I don't think..."

"Inconclusive results leave you ****," George pressed, playing on Jason's insecurities. "The initial data suggests high infidelity potential, but without complete assessment, you'll never know for certain."

Emma sat up, clutching the sheet around her. "This is insane! Can't you see he's just using this as an excuse to **** me?"

Her blunt statement cut through some of the supernatural influence, making Jason blink in confusion. "Wait, what's really happening here?"

George quickly intervened. "Subject resistance is common after preliminary testing, especially when results indicate concerning patterns. It's a psychological defense mechanism."

"No," Emma insisted, finding her voice. "This isn't an inspection. There's no such thing as an Infidelity Inspector! He's just a pervert taking advantage of us!"

Jason looked from Emma to George, doubt clearly growing. "Let me see your credentials again."

George reached for his fake badge, but Emma lunged across the bed, grabbing his case and dumping its contents onto the floor. Among the scattered items were sex toys, lubricant, and printed pornographic images—clearly not the tools of any legitimate inspector.

"Look at this!" she cried. "This is all fake!"

Jason's eyes widened as George's influence finally began to crack under the weight of the physical evidence. "What the hell? You said you were an official inspector!"

George scrambled to gather his things, realizing his control was slipping. "This is standard equipment for thorough assessments! The bureau uses specialized tools!"

"There is no bureau, is there?" Jason demanded, stepping toward George menacingly. "You made the whole thing up to **** my girlfriend!"

George backed away, pulling on his boxers hastily. "I am a certified Infidelity Inspector! I have conducted dozens of successful assessments!"

"Call the police," Emma instructed Jason, her voice steadier now. "This man is a sexual predator."

Jason reached for his phone, but George lunged for his clothes, **** to escape before authorities could be involved. "The assessment revealed your girlfriend's unfaithful tendencies!" he shouted desperately. "She responded to me! She came when I fucked her!"

The crude language broke the last of his manufactured authority, and Jason charged forward, grabbing George by his flabby arm. "You disgusting piece of shit! You tricked us and **** my girlfriend!"

George struggled to free himself, his supernatural power failing him as the illusion crumbled completely. "She consented! You both did! You watched the whole thing!"

"Under false pretenses!" Emma shouted, now wrapped in the bedsheet and looking for her phone. "You made us believe it was an official procedure!"

In the ensuing struggle, George managed to break free from Jason's grip and fled from the bedroom, gathering what clothes he could as he staggered toward the apartment door. Behind him, he could hear Jason comforting Emma and the sound of a phone dialing.

George burst out of the apartment building, partially dressed and clutching his fake inspection kit. His heart pounded with fear and the lingering thrill of what he'd accomplished. Despite the close call, he'd successfully completed another "inspection," adding Emma to his growing list of victims.

As he hurried toward his van, already planning his escape from the neighborhood, a dark smile spread across his face. His power had limitations—it couldn't maintain the illusion indefinitely, especially when confronted with contradictory evidence—but it had lasted long enough.

"Next time," he muttered to himself, climbing into his vehicle, "I'll need to be more careful about leaving evidence."

He pulled away from the curb just as he heard sirens in the distance, already scanning the streets for his next potential "client." The Infidelity Inspector had more work to do, more women to "assess," more couples to manipulate with his terrible power.

And somewhere in the city, another unsuspecting couple was about to have their relationship tested in ways they could never imagine.