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Chapter 8
by
JacobJ
Who does he choose?
His best friend Emily
Emily…
It had to be her. If something went wrong, she would get mad but not kill him. And if things went they way the ring said it should…
He never thought of Emily in THAT way. Not since they were in grade school. Their parents were close and had hopes that they would get married when he and Emily were older. But, they never saw each other that way. She was his best friend and he was hers, they didn’t cross that line even once.
That didn’t mean he was blind.
She was blonde, blue-eyed, and had curves everywhere that mattered. Perfect breasts, perfect waist, and long beautiful legs. She turned heads wherever she went, but had the confidence to stand up for herself and tell others to back off. She was a trophy for anyone else, a girl guys would die to know.
And he was casually deciding to not only take her off the market, but change her life and future.
But, he couldn’t ignore what the ring said. He couldn’t just choose a random person or someone he hated. His future choices for hosts should be people he was comfortable giving commands to, not people he would command out of something negative…
Commanding Emily, even that thought gave him shivers. Not all of them what he expected…
Emily was a strong person. She was someone that, if they were part of this…whatever it was, would help him. After the initial shock, she would help him find a way to make this work. And, considering this crazy situation and the potential for it to spiral out of control, it was better to get her involved sooner rather than later. He was already seeing the applications of this type of power. Emily would ground him, keep him from going overboard. At least, he hoped she would.
There was one other reason to involve her. If this really did turn out to be his beginnings of insanity, he needed someone he could trust to bring him to his senses. Or to the hospital.
He would call her over to his apartment to hang out, play some games. Maybe just relax a little. He didn’t need to rush this either. Just breathe, he told himself. But, there was something stirring inside him at the thought of having her here with his newfound partner…something dark…
He shook his head and dialed her number. It was time to either distract himself or make a decision. After he got off the phone with her, he realized…
He had better get his pants back on
Clothes Make the Slut
Someone's outfit tries them on for size
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Updated on Sep 28, 2024
by jaymac1337
Created on Nov 6, 2020
by jaymac1337
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