Trevor traps Rachel in her body(Alternative).

Her body came into view, slumped over against the wall. Trevor chuckled as he got closer and slowly started to slip inside. NO! Rachel reached forward, forcing herself inside before Trevor could get in her body. She expected resistance, a fight, anything, but she gasped awake as she easily slipped inside her body.

What? Where’s-? Suddenly, she gasped, her body jerking on its own accord, she felt him then, trying to force his way inside of her.

Rachel jerked back, her body convulsing as a wave of green aura rippled across her skin like liquid fire. "H-HEY!! What are you doing?!" she cried out, her voice cracking as she wrapped her arms around herself. The cold she felt was bone-deep, but her skin burned like she'd been dipped in lava. Shivers wracked her frame, sweat beading on her forehead and rolling down her cheeks as she trembled violently.

Inside her own mind, Trevor's laughter echoed, dark and mocking. "Oh, this is rich," his voice slithered through her thoughts. "You must have never experienced being possessed by a bully before, have you? Don't worry, sweetheart — I'll make sure you remember this for a *long* time."

"Listen to me!" Rachel yelled, her voice straining as she fought for control. Her fingers dug into her arms, nails leaving crescents in her skin. "Don't you DARE—"

Before she could finish, her entire body erupted in green light.

It wasn't a gentle glow like before. This was a *detonation*. The aura blasted outward in waves, making the air hum with power. Rachel's head snapped back, her jaw unhinging as a guttural scream tore from her throat — but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was something else. Something *wrong*.

*Crack.*

Her right arm wrenched backward at an unnatural angle, the bone popping audibly out of its socket. Her head twisted to the left, then kept going, rotating far past what should have been possible. Her fingers clawed at her own face, one hand prying her jaw open while the other seized her nose and *pulled*, like she was trying to rip it clean off.

Rachel's body bent backward at a ninety-degree angle, her spine arching until her head hung upside down between her own shoulder blades. Her belly was exposed, her shirt riding up as she dangled there, suspended by nothing but the force of the possession tearing through her.

Then she snapped upright.

Her eyes were wide open, but they weren't her eyes anymore. Green swirls spiraled in her irises, spinning like twin galaxies. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool spilling down her chin as she garbled something unintelligible. Her head craned upward, staring at the ceiling like she could see through it, and she *spat* — a fountain of saliva splashing across the tiles as she gagged and choked on nothing.

Her arms flailed wildly, hands opening and closing as if she were trying to catch hold of something. Her head whipped side to side, then started spinning in violent circles, her hair whipping around her face like a crimson hurricane.

She looked like she was in agony. Every movement was jerky, disjointed, like a puppet whose strings were being yanked by a drunken master. But Rachel couldn't *feel* the pain she should have felt. Her nerves were screaming, but her mind couldn't process the signals. She was trapped in a body that wasn't hers anymore, watching it tear itself apart while she floated somewhere in the dark.

Her hands slammed over her face, pressing inward with crushing force. She could feel her skull creaking under the pressure, her nose flattening against her palms. Her arms crushed her breasts against her chest, and her legs clamped together so tightly her thighs trembled.

Her face went slack. Her body went still.

And then, slowly, the green aura began to recede, sinking back into her skin like water into dry earth. The glow faded. The air stilled.

Rachel's arms dropped to her sides. Her legs relaxed. She stood there, motionless, breathing evenly.

When she lifted her head, brushing her long red hair away from her face, there was no sweet smile. No trace of the girl everyone knew.

Her lips curled into an evil grin, twisted and perverted. Her eyes — once a warm, friendly brown — now gleamed with a sickly green luminescence.

"Sorry about all that," Trevor's voice said, using Rachel's vocal cords. He stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders, and let out a pleased sigh. "It always takes a bit of adjustment when I break in a new body. But I think I've got it handled now."

He looked down at Rachel's hands, flexing her fingers, then brought them to her chest, cupping her breasts through her shirt. "Mmm," he moaned, letting her head loll back. "Yeah... I'm pretty sure I will definitely enjoy your body, meanie!"

He let out a giggle — high and light, a sound that should have been innocent but came out wrong, twisted by the malice behind it. "Now then... let's go meet your friends, shall we? Elizabeth and Susan are waiting."Rachel jerked back, her body convulsing as a wave of green aura rippled across her skin like liquid fire. "H-HEY!! What are you doing?!" she cried out, her voice cracking as she wrapped her arms around herself. The cold she felt was bone-deep, but her skin burned like she'd been dipped in lava. Shivers wracked her frame, sweat beading on her forehead and rolling down her cheeks as she trembled violently.

Inside her own mind, Trevor's laughter echoed, dark and mocking. "Oh, this is rich," his voice slithered through her thoughts. "You must have never experienced being possessed by a bully before, have you? Don't worry, sweetheart — I'll make sure you remember this for a *long* time."

"Listen to me!" Rachel yelled, her voice straining as she fought for control. Her fingers dug into her arms, nails leaving crescents in her skin. "Don't you DARE—"

Before she could finish, her entire body erupted in green light.

It wasn't a gentle glow like before. This was a *detonation*. The aura blasted outward in waves, making the air hum with power. Rachel's head snapped back, her jaw unhinging as a guttural scream tore from her throat — but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was something else. Something *wrong*.

*Crack.*

Her right arm wrenched backward at an unnatural angle, the bone popping audibly out of its socket. Her head twisted to the left, then kept going, rotating far past what should have been possible. Her fingers clawed at her own face, one hand prying her jaw open while the other seized her nose and *pulled*, like she was trying to rip it clean off.

Rachel's body bent backward at a ninety-degree angle, her spine arching until her head hung upside down between her own shoulder blades. Her belly was exposed, her shirt riding up as she dangled there, suspended by nothing but the force of the possession tearing through her.

Then she snapped upright.

Her eyes were wide open, but they weren't her eyes anymore. Green swirls spiraled in her irises, spinning like twin galaxies. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool spilling down her chin as she garbled something unintelligible. Her head craned upward, staring at the ceiling like she could see through it, and she *spat* — a fountain of saliva splashing across the tiles as she gagged and choked on nothing.

Her arms flailed wildly, hands opening and closing as if she were trying to catch hold of something. Her head whipped side to side, then started spinning in violent circles, her hair whipping around her face like a crimson hurricane.

She looked like she was in agony. Every movement was jerky, disjointed, like a puppet whose strings were being yanked by a drunken master. But Rachel couldn't *feel* the pain she should have felt. Her nerves were screaming, but her mind couldn't process the signals. She was trapped in a body that wasn't hers anymore, watching it tear itself apart while she floated somewhere in the dark.

Her hands slammed over her face, pressing inward with crushing force. She could feel her skull creaking under the pressure, her nose flattening against her palms. Her arms crushed her breasts against her chest, and her legs clamped together so tightly her thighs trembled.

Her face went slack. Her body went still.

And then, slowly, the green aura began to recede, sinking back into her skin like water into dry earth. The glow faded. The air stilled.

Rachel's arms dropped to her sides. Her legs relaxed. She stood there, motionless, breathing evenly.

When she lifted her head, brushing her long red hair away from her face, there was no sweet smile. No trace of the girl everyone knew.

Her lips curled into an evil grin, twisted and perverted. Her eyes — once a warm, friendly brown — now gleamed with a sickly green luminescence.

"Sorry about all that," Trevor's voice said, using Rachel's vocal cords. He stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders, and let out a pleased sigh. "It always takes a bit of adjustment when I break in a new body. But I think I've got it handled now."

He looked down at Rachel's hands, flexing her fingers, then brought them to her chest, cupping her breasts through her shirt. "Mmm," he moaned, letting her head loll back. "Yeah... I'm pretty sure I will definitely enjoy your body, meanie!"

He let out a giggle — high and light, a sound that should have been innocent but came out wrong, twisted by the malice behind it. "Now then... let's go meet your friends, shall we? Elizabeth and Susan are waiting."