Steven [M, 21]- Supreme Master- Day: Zero- Skin contact- POV 1- ?- A sketchy ritual gone awry.

It had been a long bad day, and in my defense I was both drunk and didn't believe in magic in the first place.

I don't know why I had such trouble with women. I wasn't bad looking, was fairly athletic and even tall. Probably lack of confidence if anything, certainly not for lack of trying. Women just seemed super not into me.

I'd been shut down again by yet another girl I liked. Jenn didn't even have the decency to tell me she wasn't interested until after the dinner I'd paid for. She made it quite clear this wasn't a date even. I'm not sure what else you'd call taking a woman to a nice restaurant for a expensive dinner but what ever.

I'd gone and spent even more money on a large bottle of vodka to kill the pain back in my empty apartment, empty since my roommates were all out of town visiting their parents or their girlfriend's parents during the break between semesters.

One of my roommates, and best friend since forever, did believe in magic though. She was even majoring in Occult Studies. Don't ask me what she was planning to do with the degree though since she wouldn't say. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Half the time she didn't even sound like she was joking, but that was Cathy for you.

The upshot of that was sometimes on a lark we'd surf the dark web for sketchy magic shit. People claiming to be selling artifacts of power, or just online grimories. Not that we did anything about it but laugh at the bullshit. She had a theory that all the mass marketed rituals actually did work but so many people were trying to use them at the same time only a trickle of power came out for each, or as she put it a hose worth of water out of a canal.

Made sense in a odd Cathy sort of way to my non believing self. According to her she was working on her own rituals that wouldn't need to share power since it would be just her using them. I tried not to be to harsh about my doubts though, she'd taken things hard enough when some past friends of ours gave her shit for coming out, I wasn't going to be a dick about this to her.

Mostly this meant I knew way more about this crap than anyone who wasn't a Harry Potter nerd had a right to. So here I was drunk, feeling sorry for myself, and with no one around to stop me, looking up fucked up shit online. And damn did I find a doozy.

It was supposed to be a online AI bot that could tailor make a ritual for you, a very specific ritual. One that would turn a girl into your ****.

Look I already said I was drunk right? So don't give me that look. Besides I didn't believe in magic, so what harm was there letting the bot cook me up some ridiculous ritual I could laugh with Cathy over once she got back?

Only what it gave me turned out to be really simple to do, and again thanks to Cathy most of what I'd need we had in the apartment. Not everything mind but it wasn't real so it wouldn't matter if I substituted some things. And I started thinking going through with this farce to make the bitch that'd led me on today a '****' would be cathartic.

So I moved the couch and coffee table out of the way to have enough room to draw a big circle of salt on the hardwood floor of the living room, and all the other things I couldn't quite remember the next day after sobering up.

I remembered chickening out at the last second though. I was supposed to speak the name of the one to enslave and even knowing this was bunk I couldn't make myself do it. Jenn may have lead me on, but did she really deserve even a pretend enslavement? I eventually muttered something along the lines about women not interested in me, not for the spell you understand, more like just a general lamentation.

I was feeling rather pathetic and low, not to mention still drunk, at that point. So it didn't register to me that the candles had all gone out right then until I thought about it later, much later. At this point it was just something I didn't have to take care of before I crashed.

I'd clean the mess up in the morning and hopefully feel better about my life.

Maybe I'd even laugh about the whole thing with Cathy later. That was my thoughts then, I had no idea how things were going to go.