Together again with a twist

"Stay away?" Ramsey laughed, the sound sharp and grating against the metal walls. He looked at the rusted pipe in Hailey’s trembling hands with genuine amusement. "Oh, darling, we're way past personal space."

He turned his gaze to Aaron, his red eyes glowing. "You know, she's right about one thing, Aaron. You are weak on your own. But maybe... maybe we just need to bond. A team building exercise."

Ramsey’s grin widened, splitting his face. "How about *together*?"

"What?" Aaron backed up, but Ramsey was faster.

The entity in the black suit dissolved instantly into a violent swirl of red mist, but instead of flying straight for Hailey, the mist lashed out like a whip, coiling around Aaron’s purple spectral form.

"Get off me!" Aaron screamed, thrashing in the air, but Ramsey’s grip was iron. The chaos energy bound them together, fusing their spectral forms into a swirling vortex of purple and crimson.

"Buckle up, kid!" Ramsey’s voice boomed from everywhere and nowhere. "We're going for a ride!"

The vortex surged forward. Hailey swung the pipe, a ****, terrified arc, but it passed harmlessly through the energy cloud. She barely had time to scream before the double-soul impact hit

[her.

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](http://her.It) wasn't like the first time. It wasn't a gentle slide into a warm bath. It was a collision.

Hailey’s back arched violently, the pipe clattering to the concrete. She felt Aaron—the familiar, guilty weight of him—slamming into her consciousness, fitting into the grooves he had carved out the night before. But wrapped around him was Ramsey—hot, burning, chaotic oil that filled every crack and crevice Aaron left behind.

Her mind was instantly crowded. She was shoved into the backseat of her own brain, pinned down by two overpowering masculine forces.

On the floor, the cracked iPhone, which had only paused due to the impact, sputtered back to life. The screen flickered, and the video resumed playing, the volume piercing the silence of the warehouse.

Hailey stood frozen, her arms pinned to her sides by the intruders, her eyes rolling back in her head. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She could only feel *them* stretching her soul, and hear the audio coming from the floor.

From the phone speakers, the recorded voice of Aaron-in-Hailey grew louder, breathier, reaching the peak of the recorded session.

*"Oh god... yes... YES!"*

The digital moan screamed through the air just as Ramsey and Aaron fully settled into her living flesh.

The synchronization was perverse. As the Hailey on the phone screen arched her back and shuddered in the throes of a stolen orgasm, the real Hailey—possessed by two demons—mirrored the movement perfectly. Ramsey **** her head back, Aaron **** her hips forward, and a gasp was torn from her throat that harmonized with the recording on the floor.

*"...A-Aaron..."* the video-Hailey whimpered in a blissful afterglow before the recording finally clicked off.

Silence returned to the warehouse, heavy and thick.

Hailey’s body stood in the center of the room, breathing heavily. Slowly, her head lowered. Her eyes opened.

The left eye was a glowing, soft purple. The right eye was a piercing, chaotic red.

A hand—Hailey’s hand—came up to touch her face. It moved with a jerky, twitchy motion, as if two people were fighting over the controls of a joystick.

"Crowded..." Hailey’s mouth moved, but the voice was a distorted, tri-tone chord: Hailey’s soft soprano layered with Aaron’s rasp and Ramsey’s deep baritone.

"But..." The hand slid down her neck, over her chest, resting over her racing heart. A smile twisted her lips—half hesitant, half wicked. "Cozy."