"Isn't it obvious, Random," Crimson asks, feigning indifference.
Stopping the camera app, Random decided now was the time for a talk. "No, Crimson, it really isn't at this point," he said, making his tone serious. "You've been fucked by another guy, twice. I just want to know where you stand."
Crimson laughed in Random's face. After a moment, "Sorry, Random, I'm not trying to be, er, intolerable. Not at the moment."
"You mean a bitch," Random asked.
"That too," Crimson replied in seriousness, "but you own my soul. Remember?" She takes a step closer to Random. "I'm not going to lie to you, Random. I don't like that fu-, filthy pig. Max has a nice dick, and he knows how to use it to break a human. That means he's passing by demon standards, but he's a pig who really knows only how to please himself. He's only good a good f-, partner, because I'm not human," Crimson emphasized the last words with a certain weight.
Random didn't quite get her meaning. He briefly considered if he should be more like Max and treat Crimson a bit rougher. But if she didn't like him, maybe she was getting at that the sex with the brute was a guilty pleasure, that it was good only because she was a lot tougher than her little body looked.
Without clearing up the matter, Crimson steps back. "Anyways, this situation is only happening because you're letting it, Random."
You stared at Crimson. This one one of the things you were curious about. Had you, deep down inside, wanted Max to fuck Crimson that day on the bus? Or did she let Max "****" her that day just because she was a horny little bitch who liked seeing humans indulge their darker desires. No, you don't think you wanted Max to have your wife that day (or was Crimson property now?), but it woke something up inside you, something that you were pretty certain wasn't there before you were sharing headspace with a demon. Max was still fucking Crimson, but the situation was subtly, but very different now, since strengthening your hold on Crimson. "Because I let it...," he mused.
Misunderstanding his tone, Crimson rolled her eyes. "Yes, Random. You're letting it happen. I suppose you could stop it at any time, but you have to admit by now that a part of you wants to see it. Is that a good recap for you?"
Ignoring her irritated remark, Random thought about how he could use this. Seeing Crimson being violently violated was exciting enough in the moment, but in the greater context of his situation it, just seemed like untapped potential. Without it serving another purpose, it just seemed...boring...
Realizing what he was thinking, Random tried to swallow down his sudden anxiety. Boring? 'How could he use this'? He didn't remember being so depraved, or a schemer. He knew his thoughts were becoming more aligned to the demonic, and he wasn't quite ready for that.
Quickly turning away to, "Come on," Random said, hoping his tone was steady and confident. "We're already late for class."
Irritated by his apparent lack of response, Crimson scoffed and followed after him as she unwrapped a fresh lollipop.
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