Curse your dogged insistence on showing a modicum of intelligence.

You were in this mess because you'd been an idiot. You were playing by pre-demon rules, using tactics that might have worked on a normal teacher. You'd tuned out all the news about how things were changing, and now you were suffering the consequences for touching the flame.

Well... You weren't going to be a blind idiot a second time. You tore open the letter.

To my sweet little Maya,

I can't rule out the possibility that your little OD may have caused some short term memory loss,

If only it had...

so I wrote this little letter to remind you of recent events. Yes, we slept together. Yes, you loved it. No, you are not a lesbian. Yes, there was a reason for it.

You attempted a very dirty little trick, trying to **** me to **** me to quit my job. But I am a forgiving succubus, and rather than tearing you to pieces, offered you a new bargain; be my pet for seven days, and I will give you the videos you desire, as well as offer your precious friend Taylor my protection - both from me, and others who might wish her ill. No strings are attached to your reward, no lingering conditions; serve me, and you may do as you wish, for I would not trust you otherwise.

As part of this arrangement, you owe me two boons of service once per day; one sexual, one boring. Your blissed-out condition was a consequence of fulfilling the first, but you yet owe me today's second. In recognition that you aren't at your best after our little tryst, I have decided to make this simple for you - simply do what you had first planned, and tell your friend Taylor about what we have done. In detail. You may, of course, choose to lie about certain, non-sexual details surrounding what has transpired. Perhaps she would feel more comfortable around you were she not to know of our little arrangement. I will leave such decisions up to you, as I will, naturally, benefit either way - either from your sinful little lying, or from your friend knowing exactly what's happening.

Of course, if this simple little request should still prove too taxing for your poor little overheated husk, or if you perhaps did overdose to the point you can't remember enough... You may simply pay me a forfeit, and our deal remains intact. A shard of your soul, freshly harvested. Harmless, in small quantities, quite pleasurable even... But, well, it's just a step to collecting the full thing isn't it?

And as a final note, I've enclosed a token of my esteem. I kindly ask you to wear it always, as a symbol of our pact. I do not trust other demons, who may well choose to spoil our game with their own designs - this will warn them off my prey.

Toodles,

Your Mistress.

PS, don't even think about backing out now. If you do, I'll hunt down Taylor and harvest her soul before the day is out.

You grimace as you read the letter in front of you. You remembered most of it, no problem - it was dressed up a bit more nicely here, but none of the details of your arrangement seemed to meaningfully differ from what you remember. If anything, it was slightly more generous than what you remember, offering both you and Taylor her protection. You weren't crazy about the pet or prey language, but those were pretty accurate descriptions of what was happening.

But the leverage she chose to wield to keep you in line... You despised it. As part of your deal, you'd arranged protection for Taylor from all this madness - but that also let Ms. Devlin know that if you broke the deal, going after Taylor would be an effective way of hurting you.

...It was only for a week, though. You only had to uphold your terms for a week, while she was bound for all eternity. This wasn't impossible. You lost control of yourself when you were around her, but that control was fleeting, meaningless. You'd still be yourself as soon as you came out of that sexy haze.

You tried very hard to convince yourself that some kind of demon pride or something would prevent Ms. Devlin from just eating your soul on the seventh day while you were still lost in that haze.

...At least Taylor would be safe.

...You frown for a moment, as you consider the implications of Ms. Devlin's command. Just... To tell Taylor what the two of you had done? You didn't understand her angle here. Was she trying to humiliate you or something, break your spirit? Or maybe drive a wedge between you and Taylor, to isolate you? You didn't believe for a moment that she just wanted to give you a "rest". Not when she only had seven commands to give.

Clearly, you'd made it overly clear how important Taylor was to you, and this request revolved around that somehow. You didn't regret that particular decision, not after seeing how rapidly Ms. Devlin's influence was spreading... But you did need to figure out what Ms. Devlin was after here, before it was too late.