Logic

“Logic! Everything that seems to have happened to you can be explained logically!”.

This sentence was directed more at myself than at the girls. “Let me summarize: You had **** and 'pick-me-ups'. You convinced yourselves that there was such a thing as black magic. You went to the cemetery, you got creeped out. The whole situation built up, you fertilized each other in your fantasies and in the end you had something like a shared hallucination. All this can be explained by **** and these pick-me-ups, which I don't even want to know what it was exactly.”

“Your story was very vivid and I believe that you felt that way and also that you believe that it all happened that way. But I assure you that you did not summon a demon that night. Your imagination tricked you. These things happen and you don't need to be ashamed of it. I can recommend psychologists to you who...”

“SHUT UP!”. That triad of their voices again, it almost sounded an octave or two lower, like in those horror movies where the demon speaks out of a human...

“How does logic explain to you” ”that we share our thoughts?” “That we speak at the same time or one after the other?” “That we do things at the same time?”

All of a sudden, the three girls got up and stood in front of the sofa. I stood up in shock too. The blanket that was still on my lap slipped off. It slid grotesquely slowly because it was restrained by my stiff device, while shivers of pleasure flooded through me. At the same time, I noticed that the nipples of the three young beauties were poking through the thin dresses like bullets.

“Coincidence? Did you make an agreement beforehand?”

“Do you really think so?” As if on cue, they pulled at their spaghetti straps in sync and let the thin garments slide down their bodies.

I gasped in surprise. Three very pretty young girls were standing naked in my living room, I myself with a stiff member in my pants that didn't look right. Something big was going on here. Either they were out to seduce me from the start, or they were actually obsessed? A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“Your lack of faith is truly frightening! You want to believe in your triune God? Here is a trinity standing right in front of you. Naked. And all you have to do is grab it.”

“Blasphemy!” I shouted at this threefold voice, but my own voice already sounded brittle and weak. Where had I got myself into?