Pretend to cry

Covering your face with your hands, you sink to your knees and begin to sob, punctuated with great, shuddering breaths that make your tits jiggle. You can hear him moving, his footsteps crunching. You need him to step into the circle of salt that he poured on the ground. That line is a magic barrier trapping you inside the circle, supposed to protect the summoner from the demon they summon. But it only works if they stay outside of it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, sounding concerned. "Are you okay?"

You don't respond, except to sob harder. After a moment, you hear a step move closer, then another, closer still. Hands touch your shoulders, warm and soft. Your eyes snap open and your hands shoot out, grabbing the man by the front of his cloak. He shouts in surprise and tries to jerk away, but you use his momentum to fling him to the ground and leap on top of him, straddling his waist. He pushes at you, but you grab his wrists and pin them to the ground. You may be small, you're still a demon, with all the inhuman strength of a creature born of chaos.

The human stares up at you, his eyes filled with fear. "What are you going to do to me?" he whispers.