She let's your will die.

As Laura, now comfortably ensconced in Lasse's skin, adjusted to the feel of her new form, she also began to navigate the depths of his memories. They were present, pulsating like a low hum in the background, a repository of thoughts and experiences not her own, yet now entirely at her disposal. These memories, much like the skin she wore, were pliable, bending and changing under her control.

However, Laura was acutely aware of a stubborn presence within Lasse's memories - a flicker of his consciousness, the remaining spark of his will. It was something that felt oddly intrusive, even in its weakened state. The realization dawned on her - if she were to maintain full control, she would need to snuff out this flicker.

The idea sent a chill down her spine. To eradicate someone's consciousness, their soul essentially, was a monumental decision. Yet, it was also enticing. The potential to wield such power, to have such control, was intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out mentally towards Lasse's will, touching it softly. It was like touching a live wire, a pulse of raw emotion and identity. It thrummed with life, with tenacity. It wasn't easy, but she found that she could hold onto it, could squeeze.

So she did.

It was a strange sensation, like extinguishing a candle. There was a moment of resistance, a brief flare, and then... nothing. The flicker of Lasse's will, the very essence of his consciousness, was gone. It felt like she had plunged into darkness, but there was no fear. Only the intoxicating sense of power.

Lasse was now truly hers - a skin without a soul, a puppet on her strings.

Inwardly, she marveled at the silence within. Lasse's memories were still there, but they were quiet, unresisting. She could delve into them, sift through them at will. There was no longer a sense of violation, of intrusion. They were hers to command.

Outwardly, she wore Lasse like a second skin, his body responding to her every command, mirroring her every gesture with fluidity and ease. There was no hint of the friend who once inhabited this skin. He was gone, replaced by her and her alone. She was the puppet master, he, the marionette.

In this moment, Laura felt an intense surge of power and control. This was her domain now, and she was its absolute ruler. The implications were vast, daunting even, but also exciting. The potential was limitless, and she reveled in it.

She had claimed Lasse's skin, his memories, and now, his very soul. He was now a mindless ****, forever bound to her will, a testament to the power she wielded. And in this newfound reality, Laura found an unparalleled sense of liberation and authority, a dominion she was eager to explore.