Help Cassandra

You give a resigned sigh. “Let’s go find your friend.”

“Did your vision give you a clue where she is?”

You think back. “She was on a higher floor, much higher.”

The two of you begin climbing the stairs. With each step you sense growing darkness. The hairs on your arms stand up and you shiver.

You reach the thirty first floor and touch the door handle. It feels like the right floor. The evil that permeates the building is strong here, though not as strong as on the floors above.

You nod to Cassandra. “Here.”

“Elise is on this floor?”

“I think so.”

“What are we waiting for.”

Cassandra throws open the door and heads down the hallway. The hallway is carpeted with a burgundy rug. The lower parts of the walls are paneled in a dark mahogany. The upper portion is painted a light tan. Paintings of a disturbing nature dot the walls. One in particular shows a virgin in an unholy demonic orgy. Another shows an inquisitor with a red hot poker and a nude young woman chained to the wall. You ignore them and follow Cassandra.

You reach a wooden inner door as you touch it, you are slammed with a vision. A woman in a short, red, latex dress struts toward you. She is obscenely proportioned and looks like she just stepped out of an oversexed teenagers wet dream. She seems to see you. Her strut becomes a confident swagger. You can see desire in her eyes. You know she is a monster, yet you are still aroused. As she smiles a knowing smile, her eyes become red and slitted. You have no doubt this is Elise.

She disappears into a puff of red sulfourous smoke as another demon simply walks through her. The second demon wears a diaphanous white dress that does nothing to hide her overripe, obscene, body. Her head is bowed, staring at the ground as she glides forward.

The strangest thing about her is her sex. It is sewn up with a barbed silver wire. She gets within six feet of you and stops.

She slowly looks up and you realize you are looking at your own face. Her white, seemingly sightless, eyes bore into you.

She smiles showing a hint of fangs. “Don’t resist darling. You are going to love being me. I know I do.”

She massages a breast and moans in bliss.

You gasp for air as the vision ends. You catch your breath and vow to kill yourself before becoming the creature from your vision.

Cassandra looks at you. “What happened?”

You can refuse to go further and give more power to your vision or you try to convince Cassandra of the folly of continuing. Perhaps there is something else you can do...