Give her a break

You turned off the vibrator and went to the kitchen and filled the glass with water, bringing it into the room Katya was still ****. You put the glass on the bedside table and sat down next to her waiting for her to wake up. After a couple of minutes she began to shake her head in different directions.

"Is everything okay?" - you asked sitting next to her on the bed.

"Asshole..." - she barely uttered.

You took the glass and held it up to her.

"Here, drink this, you've lost a lot of water now."

She hesitated, but she rose a little to drink from your hands. Putting the glass away you sat down and began to stare intently at her face. She couldn't help but notice it.

"What are you looking at?" - Katya asked absent-mindedly.

"Do you still want to kill me?" - you asked out of curiosity .

She was silent. Gathering her thoughts. You began to stroke her leg. She didn't mind, or she didn't have the strength to object.

"Why don't you tell your story?"

She looked at you neutrally, almost tiredly. You wanted to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, but she suddenly began.

"It's a strange feeling... I feel different now... I don't have that bloodlust anymore like when I woke up today... it's like it's gone."

You stroked her leg gently, listening intently.

"Earlier I was cursed by a damn old man, I was a crook and I cheated him out of a couple of trinkets from his store, and after that incident now I had to kill someone every day, otherwise I just lost control of myself. It wasn't my desire, my body moved on its own, I was out of control. I went back to the old man to fix it, but he did something to me and now I wake up in different places every time. And at this time my hunger was beginning to overwhelm me. I was being strangled and beaten, and I was doing the same thing in return. I don't understand what's going on..."

Her face became very sad, and she made a discontented face, as if she were about to cry. After looking at her carefully one more time you said:

"I have the answer to what has been done to you."

Her eyes lit up.

"What is it?"

"If I untie you do you promise not to attack me?"

"I repeat, I don't want it anymore, I'm like... satiated, like when I used to kill someone."

You got out of bed and began to untie the knots.

"Damn, you got them tight."

She just continued to lie there in silence and stare up at your gray ceiling. After untying her legs and taking her hands, she suddenly spoke.

"You're the first one who didn't start trying to **** me or kill me, and... gave me pleasure." - She blushed and tried to hide her face. You grinned. In response, she began to poke you with her soft foot.

"Why? Have you had to die often?"

"Enough, once I just had my neck snapped and then just a void... I thought that's what **** looked like... but that was my next curse."

You felt a little creepy at the thought that apparently a real person was dying inside the skinsuit while she didn't understand anything. You untied her hands. She slowly got out of bed because she was dizzy. You picked her up and led her into the bathroom.

"And why did you bring me here?" - she said, looking around your large bathroom.

"Look" - you pointed your finger at the mirror.

You turned her back around, no zipper was visible, only a tongue of zipper dangling from the back of her neck, which you grabbed for.

"Can you feel it?" - you asked.

She tried to twist around to look at the back of her head. When she saw the tongue of lightning, she cried out.

"What is it?!"

"That answers your question, you've been turned into a skinsuit..."

"N-no way... does that mean...?"

"Yes, inside you is my girlfriend, her name is Kate."

She grabbed her face and moved closer to the mirror. She started trying to stretch the skin on her face or arms, but her skin wouldn't stretch like it wasn't even a skinsuit.

"Y-you're kidding me? You're lying! I'm not..." - she was shaking her head to the sides.

"Let's see what happens if I put the zipper down."