The daemon's plaything
The fall and rise of Minerva Rivers
Chapter 1
by 
Gryma.sss
Being daemon is fun... Unless you run out of luck, like I did. Those damned priests chased me so long, I had to go into hiding. At the time, becoming an object seemed like a great idea.
Well, it wasn't.
A comb I turned into has been hidden away in the large chest, apparently hid in the attic, "miraculously" survived a fire... Enough to say I was away from any human interaction for a loooong time. At first I was actively looking for ways to get back in game, burning my energy like wildfire. And if you know anything about daemons, you know it's bad. Soon I found myself weakened and starved, to go into a deep sleep, one that allowed me to stay alive... Only to be waken up by human touch.
***
You came home after long and productive day at the advertisement company, finding a small but elegant package waiting for you at the door. You picked the box up... You haven't ordered anything... You came inside and examined a box. It had no address, nor any indication where it came from. You opened the box, and found an elegant and sexy red bra. The silky fabric felt good under your touch.