You throw up

You open the lid of the toilet and throw up, violently. You feel your insides squishing up as you regurgitate anything that you had eaten today. You look down at the toilet bowl and you see a lot of blood mixed with your regurgitate.

You are drained of energy. You cough and sputter as you get up and close the lid. Flushing the toilet, you get out to wash your face at the sink. You stare at yourself at the mirror and see a thinner version of yourself for a moment before the image becomes normal after you blink again.

"What...the fuck is happening..." you bend over the sink to wash your face. After standing straight you see the same suited man in the mirror beside you.

"Holy fuck!!" you jump back in surprise. The suited man was right behind you. The washroom lights flicker for a moment before going back to normal.

"Hello Nick! How're you doing today?" the man asks with false sense of concern.

"What the fuck did you do to me? People don't just throw up out of nowhere. You did this to me didn't you?"

"ME!? Oh no no no dear boy. Why would I ever do such a horrible thing to you?! You are very precious to me. The real question however, is who or what really did this to you?" He walks around you. You can feel your anger building up. "Was it the ice-cream you had this morning? Was it the pancakes that Cerina made you this morning, and you ate without thinking?"

*Damn it. How could I be so careless? What is happening to me?* you think to yourself.

The man continues his rant. "......Was it the delicious steak that sweet Theodore brought you? Or was it the Dole'nor fruit concentrate that Cerina added in your wine glass when you weren't paying attention? Hmmmm"

"The what?" you say weakly.

"Oh you didn't know. Well the fruit just harnesses your repressed anger and rage and unleashes it. Useful stuff in times of war. Although I wonder what it would do in times of peace."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you sputter. The washroom door opens and you see Cerina walk in and stand with her hands behind her back. She has a stoic look on her face.

The man quickly moves behind you and holds you in a headlock. You tried to break free but he was too strong.

"Look at her. I said look... at... her!" His voice suddenly changes tone and becomes dangerous. You're too weak to disobey and you comply. You look at Cerina, standing stoically and looking into the distance.

"Look at her Nikki boy. A picture of perfection. Oh how she fooled all those you know. Quite brilliant I must say. " You are too weak to stare and your face just droops to the floor.

"No no no Nicholas. You need to look at her." Saying that he forces your jaw upwards with one of his hands. He whispers in you ears menacingly "Look at her. How innocent she looks with all her little blonde hair done in curls. Nobody would suspect she's a demoness. All those days she spent trying to work her way into your mind seems to have paid off. Look at you" He roughly turns your face towards the mirror. All you saw was the man holding a near starving, skeletal version of yourself. "Look at what she did to you in a month. You thought you were eating food when all the time you were eating nothing but air. Didn't it seem odd to you how ravenous you were on seeing the steak? Hmmm?"

You look down at your shivering hands and you see nothing but pale skin covering your bones. You were emaciated. "Did it not occur to you that you're decision making skills were hampered because of poor nutrition to your brain? Though I suppose that does tend to happen when under hypnosis."

You could feel the rage building up inside you with a greater intensity. "That's it. Let the rage in." He lets go of you. "Go on my boy. Kill her." You feel something being placed in your right hand. You look down and see a very sharp looking dagger. "Go on son. Fulfill your destiny. Become one of us."

The feel strength fill your body again. You tighten your grip on the dagger and take a step towards her. Cerina remains unmoved. Your surroundings get blurry and all you see is her. The demoness who ruined your life. "Yes that's it. Go on." the man prods you on. You start hearing menacing drum beats in your head along with demonic chatter. All you wanted to do was to kill this bitch. You take a few more steps until you're just a foot away from her. You hold the dagger to the side of her neck. Pulling back the dagger you....