Onosk preys on Craig

Craig lay in deep slumber in the dim light of the bedroom, with only the soft glow of a digital clock illuminating the darkness. Onosk invigorated from her earlier manipulations, saw an opportunity to delve even deeper into the recesses of Craig's mind.

As the world outside the window grew silent, Onosk settled her immaterial form over Craig, gently weaving her essence into the flow of his dreams. The memories and feelings she had awakened earlier in him formed the blueprint of her invasion.

At first, Craig's dream seemed ordinary. He found himself in a lecture hall, filled with the echo of a professor's voice and the scribbling of notes. But as Onosk's influence seeped in, the scene morphed. The lecture hall's chalkboard became a massive screen, playing out scenes of explicit pornography. Classmates transformed into the women in the scene, beckoning him with seductive smiles, drawing him into lurid, taboo encounters. His slumbering body responded as his breathing quickened and he became aroused.

Feeling the surge of lust from Craig, Onosk fed off of it, savoring each morsel. But she wanted more.

Gradually, the dream shifted. Craig found himself at a party, surrounded by familiar faces. But among them, Erin stood, looking betrayed and afraid. Before Craig's horrified eyes, she grew closer to another man, someone more daring, more assertive than Craig ever felt he could be. The two shared intimate whispers, their laughter ringing in Craig's ears as they embraced, making him feel smaller and insignificant.

Fear pulsed through Craig's veins. Fear of loss, of inadequacy. Onosk drank deeply from this wellspring of dread, her strength growing.

For her grand finale, Onosk sought corruption. She painted a scene where Craig was powerful, influential, and admired by all. He had wealth, control, and people at his beck and call. Erin's form lay in the shadows, a victim of Craig's newfound dominance, a testament to his corrupt desires to control and possess fully.

Onosk whispered to him, "Isn't this what you want? Power? Control? To be admired? All it takes is a little push."

Craig, in his dream, hesitated. The allure was strong, the promise of power and control tempting. But the sight of Erin, broken by his ambition, tore at his conscience. He was on the precipice of corruption, teetering on the edge.

Onosk felt the battle within him, the struggle between his baser desires and the remnants of his love and morality. She pushed harder, trying to tip the balance.

Dawn was approaching. Onosk, feeling both triumphant and frustrated, began to withdraw from Craig's dreams. She had feasted well but knew that to fully corrupt him would take more time. The seeds were planted, and she would return.

Craig awoke, drenched in sweat and still rock hard, the disturbing dreams still fresh in his mind. Beside him, Erin slept fitfully, a troubled expression on her face. The rift between them was widening, and Onosk relished every moment.