There isn’t a right answer

Stan is in essence at a crossroad. While one path he could take looks like a pleasant path. A road he could walk as he took advantage of this one woman who seemed to be willing. And not only does she seem to be willing, she had walked herself right into his arms. Like a sheep walking into her ****. Just to give an example; if someone would walk into a dark alley holding up all of their money, the thief couldn’t entirely be blamed for taking advantage of it.

There was only this giant crack to this theory. It could be that there wasn’t a willing part in Maria. It could be that she didn’t want this. Though on the other hand, Stan could just assume it to be the case and not worry about any moral consequences. Still, he keeps his willingness to do better close to his heart. While trying to ignore his carnal side of his brain. Which he failed quite severely. His eyes wandered over the fair skin of Maria. Thinking, only thinking…knowing it was wrong…about how easy it would be to sink his teeth in. Feeling the juicy crack under his lips as he knew he’d take her body next.

Perhaps this was the direct causation for memories to flood into Stan’s sight. Maybe it were the afterimages of memories he had already subconsciously seen. Or it might be that the stem cells in Maria were spurring him on to bite into her. But for now, it didn’t matter as images filled his mind of women submitting to his control. All of whom Stan somehow remembered.

For starters he remembered the woman in the restroom. The one he had seen in the memories about the high school. Now matured, completely in the nude and somewhat obscured by the dark. Only for there to be a white light that came from an angle, from which the origin Stan couldn’t yet see. The woman could however do so. The man’s eyes Stan was looking through, looked at the woman from the back. Her shoulder blades were heaving up and down as breaths came in and out. A snap like sound, that wasn’t really a sound, happened as all of the woman’s muscles strained for a moment. Pearls of sweat sliding down her figure. She looked to be held up by something. Her hands up in the hair above her head. While standing on her tiptoes. Though it wasn’t visible by what. Stan took a step forward, feeling how his lips involuntarily curled up. His eyes transfixed at the woman while he felt that the man’s concentration was somewhere else entirely.

Snap

This one felt more sturdy than the previous one. It was like Stan’s mind had for a moment been made of an elastic, as it felt like it had been shot into something. It felt a bit like if you’d be translucent. Floating in some weird liquid. He felt his breathing catch up again, as if all his air had been suddenly dispersed out of his longues. A bony chill crossed his spine as he knew he had gotten success from his experiment. The man took another step forward. Showing to Stan that the woman hadn’t been chained or roped up. She was however completely preoccupied by looking at the white screen in front of her. Only displaying a black and white spiral.

Then Stan saw a woman who was around his age. Holding a syringe in her hand. While he was telling her very carefully how it held an overdosis in it. That if the woman would inject it into her bloodstream, she would therefore die. Stan could feel the surmounting morbid curiosity in the sick man driving him to say more as this memory seemed to slip away fast. Which really didn’t bother Stan as he was introduced to a next scene.

Wherein a blond woman was grinding herself over his lap like a professional stripper. As Stan saw memories of how she had been a stuck up nun. One who had tried to whip some sense into the man she was now dryfucking. Squeezing the hot rod with both of her cheeks as she looked at the man in power. Which gave Stan a glimpse of something he should have seen before. The irises of the woman in his lap had become a light grey tint.

Now he was in a buss. A red haired woman sat in front of him. He felt how his eyes were drawn to her hair as he felt how he got up. Walking up to her and get close to her. Her eyes were a warm green, though everything else that Stan saw. Her freckles. The shape of her face. It started to dawn on him that this might be a bit too familiar. He told the woman that he would like to sit with her. Her eyes narrowed. A bag he hadn’t seen in his walk towards her shot against his body. A sense of entitlement ran his mouth to her throat. To then feel how a hand like concrete solidify itself around his neck. He couldn’t breath as he looked right into his own eyes.

That is when he woke up again.

Looking at the woman in front of him. Her blouse somewhat falling off her. Exposing the white skin of her shoulders.

“Please bite me”

She said without hesitation, though quietly. It was such a small voice. While Stan knew he should try to wake her up again. If there wasn’t any proof in how evil it was to take away someone’s will like that…

He almost felt like he could vomit as he thought about the syringe with the overdosis in it. That woman could be dead right now because of one asshole who had bitten her. One stupid order she’d have to obey. It was merciless. It was low. Straight up evil.

But…Stan doesn’t know how to do all that stuff. If he would just bite and nothing would happen, except for the woman to feel satisfied, it wouldn’t really be bad. After all it did look like you’d need to do a lot to actually do some mental damage. Stan didn’t have a tv with a spiral laying around somewhere…

Still, after all this thinking. The problem remained. He had learned that one of his bites could have serious ramifications. He had done so before, though unwittingly. If he had known that his stepsister would act the way that she now does…well…Stan wanted to tell himself that he wouldn’t have done so intentionally. Though he couldn’t fool himself that much.

‘It is the right thing to do’

That’s what fills Stan’s determination. His shoulders bolstering again. A smile returning somewhat to his frown from before. As he looks at the disheveled woman. Her blouse more than open, showing off her white lacy bra