Becky trapped in waxy peril

Becky's mind was racing. One moment, she had been reaching out towards the overwhelmingly alluring candle on the table. Then the next thing she knew, she was inside the candle, watching her own body fall to the ground!

Before she had had time to comprehend what was going on, her body had then stood up and started moving on its own! She had watched in horrified confusion as her body stripped completely naked before putting on a maid outfit that had been hidden under the table. Her old clothes were thrown into one of the wall-mounted candles, which burned them utterly to ashes far faster than it reasonably should have.

The fake Becky, which real-Becky took to calling 'Fecky', then picked the candle up from the table and turned to face the door. When it swung open to reveal Roger and the strange man with him, Fecky had slipped out of the room, utilising Roger's momentary blindness.

After Fecky had snuck back in, Becky watched the whole conversation play out while becoming increasingly aware of the flame that was burning away the candle she inhabited. She had to put it out! But no matter what she did or how she shouted, it didn't seem like she could be heard or have any effect on the world at all. She had been reduced to nothing more than a perspective, tied to a lump of wax that was rapidly disappearing!

Fecky and Roger arrive at the master bedroom. It is an impressively large and luxurious room, which has not only a king-size four-poster bed, but also a TV area with a sofa, and a study area with a desk and top-of-the-line computer. All of which is lost on Roger, as he continues to grill his wife.

"So, when you said you worked as a police officer... was that a lie?"

Fecky shakes her head. "No Master, that was the truth. I applied for the local police academy as soon as I was deployed. I needed to appear as having a functional life before I met you, so as to not arouse suspicion."

"So then it was a lie that you worked as a baker before you joined the police?"

"Correct, Master. However, I have been rigorously trained in all forms of culinary arts, so I was confident that you would not be able to see through that deception."

That much was for sure. Becky's apple pies were to die for.

Fecky clears her throat. "So then, Master, this is the master bedroom. You can, of course, choose to sleep in a different room if you so desire, but this room is generally considered to be the nicest room in the house."

Roger finally takes a look at his surroundings, whistling appreciatively. "Holy... I still can't believe this is all mine."

Fecky curtseys, one hand lifting the hem of her knee-length skirt while the other still grips the candleholder. "You are the rightful owner of everything and everyone within this house. So then, Master... Is there anything else that you desire of me tonight?"

Roger points his palm at her. "Alright, look, stop. Enough with the whole 'Master' stuff for now. It might be kinky later, but right now I'm still trying to orient myself, and you acting like a completely different person isn't helping. So just... be you, okay?"

Fecky winks. "Aye aye, Roger. God, I thought you'd never ask!" She then puts the candleholder down on a nightstand and lifts off her maid dress in one swift movement, leaving herself naked save for a pair of smart black shoes and white silk stockings with garter belt.

"Whoa, what happened to your underwear?" Roger asks, staring in surprise.

Fecky rolls her eyes. "Female staff aren't allowed to wear any. We need to keep ourselves 'easily available' for the master of the house."

"Wait," Roger says, holding up his index finger. "So you're saying that I could have sex with any woman who works here, and they'd be okay with it? And you'd be okay with it too?"

Fecky purses her lips. "In all honesty, Roger, no, I would not be okay with it. But it is your right, and I wouldn't lodge any kind of formal complaint if you did."

Roger moves in close to Fecky and grabs her naked butt, pulling her towards him and looking down at her with a lecherous grin. "I'm just kidding, of course. Why would I look at any other woman when I've got the most perfect one right here?"

"Mmm, well, why don't you show me how much you mean it..." She leans up and whiskers huskily into his ear. "...Master?"

In another room, Mr Light chuckles to himself. His kindled spirit was utilising Becky's memories perfectly to convince Roger that she was the real deal.

As long as that candle's flame is not put out, and Becky's body remains illuminated by its glow, then once the candle burns itself out, Becky's mind will be gone, and her body will permanently be under his puppet's control.

From there, he can enact his master plan...