A Sullen Mia

You keep your fingers crossed that your car will be ready in the morning. You can’t relax. You half expect a mob with pitch forks at your door.

A knock startles you. You smile. It’s MIa’s knock.

You unlock the door. Mia is standing there looking sullen.

“Mia, what’s the matter?”

“I’m going to miss that big cock of yours.”

“Mia, what are you talking about? What happened to you?”

“Something wonderful. Preacher John took me back to his hot tub after service. He pounded me with his great white whale. He gave me something that made me feel so good, so powerful.”

Mia’s eyes go pure black.

“What the fuck!”

“Preacher John is truly astounding, Jamaal. He’s going to hang you in the town square. Everyone in town will see it and shed their morals and let hate fill them. They won’t stop until you’re all dead.”

“You’re talking about genocide. Who will you hate then?”

Mia giggles. “Silly boy, there’s always someone to hate.”

“Mia, I know you’re in there. You have to fight this.”

“I’m afraid I don’t want to fight this, Jamaal. I’ve already been feeding on the town’s hate and I’m not ever giving it up. Now come with me without resisting and I promise, I’ll make it painless for old times sake.”

You frown. The Mia you know would never do this. You could run. You could try to kidnap her. You could try to confront the preacher…