On set the next morning

Donna walked onto set the next morning but her mind was not on the next scene. She had spent the night tossing and turning, Sarah's transformation playing in her head over and over again. She tried to convince herself it was a dream but the memory of it, and the dampness between her thighs, made it impossible to explain away. With a deep breath, she kept going.

The set was abuzz with activity but she hardly noticed. She sleepwalked through the set almost like a zombie. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice Nora until she almost ran into her.

"Donna, are you alright?" Nora asked with concern in her voice. She was dressed in her pantsuit in preparation for her next scene.

"I'm fine," Donna replied, even though it was a complete lie, "I just had some trouble sleeping last night."

Donna forced a smile as she changed the subject, "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about the next scene."

As Donna and Nora discussed the next scene, Donna felt herself growing more and more at ease. Finally, she was dealing with something that she understood. She could feel the images of last night start to disappear from her mind.

At that moment, Sarah strutted onto the set past a gaggle of stunned crew members. When Donna and Nora saw her, they knew why the crew were so stunned. She was dressed in a small, white halter top that barely covered her ample breasts and a pair of tiny denim shorts that showed off her buxom figure. Her eyes were filled with a new smouldering confidence. She was no longer the innocent, wholesome, God-fearing girl that she was when filming began. A shiver went down Donna's spine, knowing what Sarah had become.

Nora's eyes widened in shock as she saw Sarah's scantily clad figure, "Sarah, what are you wearing?" Nora asked.

Sarah smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that looked nothing like the sweet, awkward smile she had before. "Do you like it?" she purred, "I wanted to try something different. I'm sick of always being a little goody-two-shoes."

"What's happened to you?" Nora asked again, "You look like a cheap whore."

Sarah's smile disappeared and her eyes narrowed, "You self-righteous hypocrite!" she sneered, "You're the one that's always making speeches saying 'my body, my choice'. But I guess it only applies when it's a choice that you agree with."

Nora caught a peek of Damien nearby. He looked over at her and gave her a sly smirk. Her cheeks flushed with anger and she glared at Sarah, "This is Mr. Blake's doing isn't it?" she hissed, "You're dressing up like a tramp to try and impress him."

Sarah squared up to Nora in defiance, "Maybe I should be a frigid bitch like you then," she shot back with venom in her voice.

Donna stepped between the bickering women. She was sure that this was going to come to blows if it went on much longer. She flashed a glare at the two women. "Stop it. Both of you." she said sternly, her voice strong and commanding, a voice that stopped both Sarah and Nora in their tracks. "You are both grown, professional women. Act like it. I will not have you two screeching and clawing at each other like two alley cats. Is that clear!"

Both Sarah and Nora bowed their heads slightly and looked away from Donna, sufficiently reprimanded. Nora was the first to speak, "I'm sorry," Nora replied, "I went too far."

Donna turned to Sarah, her face expectant. Sarah saw the anger in Donna's eyes and she backed down. "I'm sorry too," she added, "I guess I got carried away too."

A PA called to Sarah, telling her that Damien wanted to see her to discuss her next scene. Without a word, Sarah turned on her heel and walked away, her plump ass swaying underneath her shorts. Nora watched her go with a look of both disgust and concern.

"I'm worried about Sarah," Nora whispered, "Damien's done something to her and I get this feeling that we might be next." She turned to Donna, her eyes pleading, "Please Donna, we need to stick together. We can't let him do to us what he's done to Sarah."

Donna nodded her head, her voice strong and reassuring, "Don't worry Nora. I promise that nothing will happen to us."

Relief washed over Nora's face. Her body eased and she let out a sigh, "Thank God you're still on my side Donna."

Donna reached out and squeezed Nora's hand in a gesture of solidarity. "Let's get back to work," she said with quiet dignity.

Nora nodded, her resolve renewed, and they both went to set. Donna felt something gnawing at her in the pit of her stomach. She should tell Nora what happened to Sarah, about what happened between her and Damien and what she had become. But she couldn't. She couldn't tell her that Sarah wasn't human anymore. She couldn't tell her that she had seen the whole thing and had enjoyed it, had secretly been aroused at the sight of watching Sarah renounce her faith and become something else, something darker.