Lily, complete override.

I drop the diamond as I gasp and immediately know, as if by instinct, what it just did to me as I grabbed it. I feel emptier inside, somehow. And my head hurts as if my thoughts and feelings are suddenly drained of some vitality. I look at the stone on the floor and I can see light sparkle from within it, even though the curtains are still drawn on this chilly autumn day.

I'm turning into a blank canvas. I feel emptied and numb inside, yet still somewhat aware of what should be there. I have no emotion and I don't feel attracted to anything. I know I should be scared of what just happened but I'm not. I'm just here. In this place. And I can see the diamond is the cause. I'm cursed to be what people want me to be. It is absurd and yet somehow makes perfect sense in this numb and emotionless place.

I don't know how long I stand there for. It seems like an eternity, waiting for something to happen. I'm thirsty and hungry but there's nothing inside me that's making me act on those feelings. Then I hear keys in the door and look over just as the door opens, feeling a trickle of emotions returning as I see who's walking in.

It's Sam, my annoying nerdy roommate. I feel surprised as he stops in front of me in the darkness, holding his jacket tightly closed. "Lily, what are you doing standing around in the dark?"

That is precisely what I am wondering as he flicks on the light switch. I sigh of relief. The obscurity was suddenly starting to frighten me. "I don't know," I answer honestly, puzzled by my own behavior. Sam closes the door behind him, then hangs up his jacket, giving me an odd look. I blush a little as he stares at me. It's a bit scary stumbling upon your usually cheerful roommate just standing in the middle of the living room, all gloomy, with no lights on, but it's also kind of hot how I look right now. Standing there, wearing only a tight T-shirt and a thong, my face mirroring his own puzzlement. Am I turned on by myself? The thought feels distant, irrelevant, even.

Suddenly, a more pressing question comes to mind. What time is it? Shouldn't I be at work? "Shouldn't you be at work?" Sam asks me, echoing my thoughts. Or maybe they were his thoughts? I decide to tell him the truth. I want to clarify this whole situation.

"Earlier I touched that diamond I found and I think it cursed me."

Sam walks past me, towards the kitchen. "Uh-huh." He sounds distracted. My own focus fades as he starts rummaging through the fridge. I should get him something to eat. And something to drink. It feels so right.

"Do you wanna order something? Pizza, Chinese?" I ask him. He straightens up and closes the fridge door, looking a little surprised as he turns around to face me. He's about to answer when I just blurt out, "Chinese! It's on me!"

That was weird, I realize. How do I know that he wants Chinese food or that he's broke? My thoughts go back to the curse.

"Okay that was super weird." He looks puzzled again. "What was that thing you said about a diamond?"

I tell him the story about my encounter with the diamond earlier, feeling my interest fade with each word I say. Sam yawns and I feel myself yawn along with him, until I get to the part about touching the diamond and suddenly changing and becoming blank and numb, and how it all changed again when he walked in. I feel a lot more enthusiastic about telling that part of the story. Sam just listens to me, eyes wide, until I'm finished.

"That sounds crazy!" he says and I can only nod in agreement. That shit is indeed crazy but if true, it means he could turn me into his obedient slut. It's totally stupid, and there is no way in hell it could actually happen, but I still feel extremely aroused thinking about him fucking my brains out right now. The idea of my mind being altered just for his pleasure turns me on like crazy and I want him to dominate me so badly! I'm usually such a bitch to him... Getting on my knees and sucking on his cock would be so satisfying! I rub my thighs together and gasp as I realize what is going on.

"Holy shit!" Sam exclaims. He looks stunned as he realizes what is going on as well. "You..."

"I want what you want!" I finish for him. I step closer and fall on my knees, reaching for his belt buckle. I've never been so eager to suck dick in my entire life. Sam's pants come undone easily and I quickly pull down his briefs, allowing his hardening cock to spring free right in front of my face. I can't believe I'm doing this! This is so hot! I'm about to suck on Sam's cock when the front door opens and we both turn, startled. It's Becca, our other roommate.

"Hey guys, I thought you might..." Her eyes widen as she sees us, Sam with his cock out in front of my face. I'm shocked, and embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on and frustrated by this interruption. "What the fuck?!" she shrieks, dropping her shopping bags.

I get back to my feet, my heart pounding. I want to run away with Sam, frustrated beyond belief by the sudden interruption, but I also feel an intense curiosity. Why the hell would I ever suck Sam's cock? What the hell is going on?

"It's that damn diamond, Becca!" I say, and I open my mouth to explain, when I suddenly stop, confused by mixed feelings. Part of me really want to tell her about the diamond, but another part doesn't want to at all because I know she would probably stop Sam from fucking me, which is the last thing I want! But I can feel increasingly worried about him taking advantage of me. The situation is clearly getting out of hand. I finally manage to blurt out an incomplete explanation and I am horrified by what I'm saying. "I'm cursed. Sam just walked in and suddenly I want to..."

"You!" Becca says and points her finger at Sam, stepping towards us threateningly. "Get the fuck out of here, now!"

Sam looks equally horrified and embarrassed, quickly pulling up his pants. I don't want him to leave but I can't believe he let me go down on him knowing damn well he was influencing my behavior against my will! He should grab the diamond and get the hell out of here, where he'll be able to use it in peace! He should be careful not to touch it directly, though... Wait, no! I shake my head. What? Finally he's gone, and with him goes my excitement, frustration and lust. Becca and I stare at the closed door for a few moments before facing each other again.

"What a fucking creep!" I exclaim, feeling betrayed. "Can you believe it? Did you see that?!" I frown, disturbed by my own words. Did I just speak her mind out loud? How is such a thing possible? "I don't know what's happening to me Becca!" I say, alarmed by all these new, strange thoughts.

"Hold on!" She holds up her hands but I've already closed my mouth. "Are you like, thinking what I'm thinking?"

She's right. This is very odd. Am I a mind reader now? "Not exactly..." I try to focus on my own thoughts but I'm not sure if they are really mine. "It's more like I feel what you feel. If you're pissed at something, like Sam, then I feel pissed at him too, for the same reasons. And if you feel excited about something, then I start feeling excited about that as well."

Becca doesn't respond. She doesn't need to. I feel helpless and I know it is because she feels helpless herself.

"Where-" She looks around. "Where's the diamond?" I quickly lean forward and realize the diamond isn't on the floor anymore. We frantically start searching the room for it but it's nowhere to be found.

Becca gasps and covers her mouth, a terrified look on her face. "The fucker took it with him!" I exclaim.

"Shit... Shit shit shit!" Becca says, pacing around. I start doing the same, feeling her frustration. Sam is probably going to try and use it on some innocent girl to satisfy his twisted needs. This is awful!

"You need to catch him before he does something stupid with it!" I exclaim. But what about me? I can't stay here alone, can I? What if he comes back for me? "I'll lock the door and make sure not to let anyone else inside." I say, reassuring Becca and myself. Fuck this is getting annoying, isn't it?

"Could you stop doing that? It's creepy!" she says and I can only agree with her. "Let me speak for myself, please." I apologize and promise to try and control this. Becca nods and hurries out, leaving me all alone with my confusing thoughts and feelings. I'm about to lock the door when I feel them slipping away again and realize Becca must have gone far enough for the curses's influence to end. I freeze with my hand on the door knob, trying to focus my thoughts but failing miserably. I'm empty and blank once more. A canvas, devoid of any thoughts of my own. I stare blankly ahead for a long time, completely unmoving, feeling like I should be concerned about this but knowing that feeling would require emotions I lack at the moment. My legs hurt, I notice absently. Maybe I should sit down? I remain standing.