You Trust Carrie

You know deep down it’s still Carrie and you trust her.

“Do it.”

She licks her lips. “You’re willing. That is so hot.”

She touches your chest, sinking her sharp black fingernails into your flesh. She draws a pentagram and begins to chant. You feel like you are being torn apart.

As you scream in pain, you think you’ve made a horrible mistake.

Then the pain just stops. You feel strange. You look down at your hand and your fingernails grow long and sharp. The flesh on your hand becomes covered in black scales. The scales begin traveling up you arm. As they reach your elbow the ones on your hand become flesh colored and essentially invisible.

Carrie grins at you. “That was soo fucking good. I can feel you soul powering me. Do you still feel it, Nick?”

You still sense your soul. You feel oddly detached from it. In fact, torturing it sounds like fun.

“Do it, Nick, after a bit it will feel good and give me power.”

You watch the scales begin to cover your whole body. You know your soul will feel pain if you don’t resist, so you don’t. Soon your whole body is covered in flesh colored scales. Your vision blurs for a moment and then improves.

You look at Carrie a whole new way. She is covered in black scales with slitted red eyes.

Your head pounds and you feel two tiny horns emerge.

Carrie claps in girlish glee. “Fuck I feel powerful. Do you want to go meet Earth’s future Queen, Abaddon? Or do you want to really let loose and fuck me?”