Reverse hangover

For once, Samson actually felt energized as he took back control of his body. He started to wonder if the constant switching was responsible. Perhaps... eventually he could overpower the demon?

You know I can still hear your thoughts, right, shitstain?

"And you wonder why I don't like you," Samson muttered as he put his undershirt back on.

A rustling noise in the sheets behind him gave Samson an excuse to take a good, long, last look at Violetta splayed out on the bed. She seemed to be recovering quickly, though her submissive posture and thoughtful expression made him wonder how long she would be dealing with the repercussions of his fun.