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Chapter 10 by CapEYEtan CapEYEtan

What does Becky have for breakfast?

Her first taste of Power.

She woke from the deep dreamless sleep slowly. The cool pre-dawn air sapping her will to rise from the warmth of the bed. Becky spent the long minutes thinking. Remembering. Becky may have been only semi aware of her new condition before, but the surreal communion last night had changed something. She had given in. As a reward for her submission she had been returned her memories. The comforting knowledge that she had willingly chosen corruption three times before made her laugh, apparently she had inherited the family demons. Becky sat up and wondered where the Book was, she didn't want to let her mother take this from her like everything else. Called by its owner the Book glided lazily up from the floor where she'd dropped it the night before.

Becky plucked the Book from the air next to her and once again turned to the index. The domination spell had been fun but she wanted to do something more interesting with her morning. The peaceful expression Jerry had on his face last night was too good an end for her mother. She didn't deserve the serenity of complete surrender. Becky scanned the index, waiting for the Book to reveal its secrets like it had last night. She turned to the last page and smiled, this was going to be cathartic.

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Karen was on cloud nine. Jerry had certainly lived up to the hype from her book group. They'd barely laid eyes on one another before the first innuendo passed between them. She imagined he was feeling the same way, he'd left in a daze after asking to take her to dinner that Thursday. Karen had been up since the dawn and had already gotten one yoga session in. The kitchen was spotless except for the building blocks of pancake batter neatly prepared in the corner. She took a sip of tea and thought to herself, "That daughter of mine really needs to get out more. Where did I go wrong?" Karen sighed wistfully recalling with some fondness her youthful transgressions. Lost in memory she turned to the stairs and began to shout, "Rebecc---" and came face to face with her daughter. A blank expression of contempt was worn like a mask on her daughter's face.

In shock she dropped the mug. In anger she quickly spat, "What... the fuck... Rebecca? Are you trying to make my life a living hell?" Karen turned in a huff to get the broom from the pantry. Rebecca took the opportunity for one final breath and advanced with a purpose on her mother. She stopped an arms length away from the pantry door and waited. A few moments later when her mother opened the door she wasted no time. She wrapped her mother in a bear hug and pulled on the Seed that had been planted and spoke in the language beyond, "I am your darkest fantasy."

How fucked up is Karen?

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