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Jess couldn't help but smirk as she watched her friend struggle to sit up, her body still a little wobbly from the aftermath of the possession. "Had a nice nap?" she asked sweetly.

Helen blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was happening. "Jess, what the fuck?" she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth. "What did you do to me?"

Jess's smirk grew wider as she watched the horror dawning in Helen's eyes. "I just borrowed your body for a little fun," she said, her tone light and casual. "You know, the kind of fun you're always too scared to have."

Helen stumbled to her feet, her cheeks flushing with rage. "You slut!" she screamed, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the hell have you done?"

Jess couldn't help but laugh at the irony. "Oh, come on, Helen," she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "You're the one who's always telling me to live a little. I was just taking your advice."

But the humor was lost on Helen. She was seething, her eyes flashing with fury. "That's not funny, Jess! You used me! You made me do those things!" Her voice grew louder with each word, the echoes bouncing off the walls.

Jess shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it," she said, a smug smile playing on her lips. "In fact, I think you liked it a little too much."

Helen's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play dumb," Jess said, her tone sharp. "You felt it all. The way Adam's cock filled you up, the way Mark's tongue tasted your pussy. You liked it. You liked being used, didn't you?"

The color drained from Helen's face as the memories flooded back to her, vivid and unfiltered. The pleasure had been intense, but the reality was too much to handle. She had felt the power of Jess's possession, the control she had wielded over her body, and it disgusted her. She had been nothing but a puppet for Jess's twisted desires. "You bitch," she spat, the anger in her voice palpable. "How could you do that to me?"

Jess's smile faltered, a hint of guilt flashing across her face. But it was quickly replaced by defiance. "You're just mad because I had the guts to do what you've been too scared to," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're always the perfect little angel, aren't you? Well, maybe it's time for you to get a taste of the dark side."

Helen's fists clenched tighter. "That wasn't me!" she screamed. "That was you!"

"But it was your body," Jess countered, her eyes gleaming. "And let's face it, you've always wanted to know what it's like to be that kind of girl."

The room grew tense, the air thick with accusation and anger. Helen felt violated, her mind racing with the implications of what had happened. She had been faithful to Adam, had loved him with all her heart, and now Jess had tainted that with her selfish actions. She stumbled back, her legs shaking. "I never asked for this," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jess stepped closer, her expression unyielding. "Maybe not, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?" she taunted. "You liked being in control, feeling desired."

Helen's eyes filled with tears. "You don't know anything about me," she said, her voice trembling. "You don't get to decide what I want or who I am!"

Jess rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Spare me the drama," she said, turning away. "You're just mad because you liked it. And now that I've had a taste of it, I think I might just keep the spellbook for myself."

The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. Helen's eyes widened with fear as she realized what Jess was implying. "You wouldn't," she said, her voice shaking.

But Jess just smirked. "Why not?" she asked, holding up the book. "You're not using it for anything but dust collection, and I've got a whole world of possibilities to explore."