The book takes its

When Becky woke up, she wasn't able to understand where she was at first. Her head was heavy, extremely heavy, like during an hangover, not that she had ever experienced one. She found Zack still smoking his cigarettes, sunglasses on, looking immersed in his thoughts. For a moment Becky had forgotten about her new life, and was almost scared of being there with him, one of the school's worst bullies. But it didn't take long for her to remember her transformation, and Zack too wouldn't let her forget it.

-You finally woke up, slut-

Becky rolled her eyes, delighted at the thought of enjoying another wild ride with Zack. However it was very late. She had disappeared from her home for almost twenty four hours, her mother would have been made and she couldn't convince her just by showing her boobs. She smelled like an used condom and couldn't afford questions from her.

-Yeah, and be thankful I didn't ask for any money...-

Zack laughed hard, but in reality he couldn't tell if she was serious or not. He just crossed his fingers hoping she wouldn't find the book hidden under the seat.

-See you tomorrow at school-

Becky looked him in his eyes, and Zack saw something sad and unexpected at the bottom of her pupils, some kind of sorrow buried deep within the girl's soul.

-Maybe, Zack, maybe.-

Zack was sitting on his bed, in the middle of the night. He had pointed a torch towards that strange book, and was avidly reading through its pages. There was something strange with it, something deeply wrong and twisted which seemed to also affect the girl. Damn, even thinking of her made his cock erect. His big bulge was coming through his pants, imploring him to be put at use.

"This is like hellish Kamasutra"

And it seemed much, much more than that. Zack was surprised he was able to understand pretty much everything that was written in the book, even if all looked like strange gibberish at first. He wasn't the kind of guys who believed in magic, or demons, but the shadows in his room seemed to have become darker somewhat since he has opened it. His heartbeat accelerated, and he became weary of any suspicious sound aroun him. He could clearly hear his sister's calm breath upstairs, as she swiftly was falling asleep. He could also sense wild dogs howling outside, and lone crows ruffling their feathers. All his senses were on the alert, and a kind of fear he had never experienced took hold of his hearth: fear of the unknown, of something more powerful than he could even imagine.

"Zack... I know you want it..."

He got up, terrorised. He couldn't tell where the voice had come from, but it sounded scary as hell.

"Shhh. Stay silent. Or you'll end up waking everyone"

The realization came suddenly, as the voice itself: that thing which was speaking, it was inside his head. He couldn't believe it. It was like some kind of twisted horror movie.

"Oh don't worry. I won't arm you. I am the book you stole. And you look like a very naughty boy."

"What do you want from me?"