The Demoness

“Time is up, Marge. Time to give the collar back.”

“I’m Maggie, not Marge.”

“Are you so certain of that, my dear? The collar helped make you Maggie, without it and Phoebe’s help, you’ll soon be back to being Marge.”

“No! You can’t have it.”

“Are you saying you wish to keep the collar?”

“I won’t go back!”

“I can make it so you absorb it and it becomes part of you, if you’d like.”

Fear swirls inside you. The alcohol loosens your tongue,

“Do it!”

The moment you say it you realize you should have asked more questions.

“As you wish.”

The demoness waves her hand and steps back into the shadows and is gone.

You stumble into the bathroom in time to see the collar dissolve. Diaphanous black threads seem to sway and slither along your neck until they find a spot and penetrate the skin. While strange, it is painless and you don’t feel any different. You blow a kiss to the hot girl in the mirror.

“See you in the morning, babe.”

You stagger out to your bed and happily pass out.