Sara's next day at school

The morning sun held no promise of relief for Sara. Even the chirping of birds and the bustling sounds of the college campus seemed oddly distant and muted. Each step she took felt like she was wading through molasses, every glance and whisper around her magnified and distorted by Onosk's lingering presence.

Arriving at the college's central courtyard, the world around her blurred, and all she could see were the students – particularly the men – drawn to her as if she were the epicenter of their desires. Their hungry eyes roamed over her petite but curvaceous form, their thoughts transparent to her, their lust palpable.

Onosk whispered in her ear, "They all want to fuck you. You could have them all if you wished."

Overwhelmed, Sara pulled herself away and hurried to her first class, hoping to find solace in the mundane. However, the demon's game was far from over.

In her literature class, the professor chose Sara to recite a passionate scene from a romantic play. Her voice took on a sultry tone as she read aloud, her words dripping with an allure she hadn't intended. The class seemed to hang on to her every word, the air thick with tension.

Sara sat with her friends during lunch, trying to shake off the morning's events. But as they chatted and laughed, she couldn't help but notice the whispers around them. Sara's fear from the dream resurfaced, making her paranoid. She began to believe that they were talking about her, judging her. The seed of doubt grew as she caught snatches of conversation; words like "attention-seeker" and "slut" seemed to be directed at her.

"You're different, aren't you?" Onosk taunted. "They see it too."

The day's torment climaxed during her student council meeting. As treasurer, Sara had access to the council's funds, and today, they were discussing the allocation for various events. An idea, dark and tempting, whispered into her ear. Onosk's voice was seductive, "You could divert some of the funds for yourself. No one would ever know. Think of the power, the luxury." Sara shook her head at the unwanted thought.

The weight of the day's events bore down on Sara. The lustful gazes, the whispers of fear, and now the allure of corruption. She felt herself being pulled in multiple directions, her core values battling with the darker temptations that Onosk presented.

As the day drew to an end, Sara found herself alone in the council room, the funds ledger open in front of her, a pen in her hand. Onosk watched with bated breath, eager to see which path Sara would choose.

Her decision would determine not only the course of her day but possibly the rest of her life, and Onosk was there, ever-present, feeding off her every emotion and temptation.