Demon Possessing Girlfriend Utterly Corrupts You

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...Tell me you remember... the last time. The first time. I came to play.

(Evil giggle dissolves into the human's voice coming out in an urgent, seductive whisper:) “Oh, I don't know what's gotten into me. But, I need you, my love. I \ need * you.”*

(Demon voice again:) You were so confused. So hesitant. At first. Then, you got into it. All the things... all of the things you told her you had no interest in... there she was.

Ready. Willing. Able.

(Mock whispering) She doesn't remember much, Yummy-Yummy. I was there, but not like this. Not this... in control. (Laughing) She thinks all of this hurt in her meatsuit is from \ me.**

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Performance Notes: It's important to note the duality of the two: the human is... scared. And tired. She hasn't slept well in days. There's a THING that's been whispering in her head. She carries immense guilt and shame for what it's made her see and do... and how those darker things are things she's craved.

The demon... well. Imagine you were given the opportunity to learn a language you've always wanted to know. You now have the vocabulary, but you don't know idioms, nuance yet. Like how it uses the rest of her, this human meatsuit is weird, and using her mouth, her tongue, her lips, her brain to access language should all be like an inexperienced pilot slowly getting the hang of things.

Don't play the crazy, play the curiosity, play the visceral hunger, play the toying. The crazy always takes care of itself. Play with the words even as you're looking to show both the possessed woman and the boyfriend how actually fucked up they really are.

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Author's Note: Look, this gets really dark and pretty heavy. I started writing this as a means to explore possession from a very particular point-of-view and now I feel dirty, on the inside. I imagine this will appeal to a very small audience, but those who will enjoy it, will probably REALLY enjoy it.

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As always, a fantasy of adults, for adults.