Scarlette looked around. She was naturally suspicious.
Naturally on guard, even for the unexpected. But even the times when she came
across the unexpected, there was always a part of her sixth sense that was
nudging her in the direction of alertness. But in Lucidity this night there was
nothing. Nothing except the constant throb of her nipples and the weight of her
breasts. She had begun to put it down to after effects. After effects of the
little tabs that she and the Rascals had taken. She told herself, inside her
mind that it would wear off. That it was all just part of the trip. There was
the wetness between her legs. She tried to deny that to herself. Tried to
discount that even though she could feel the slippery crotch of her panties
sliding up against her sex lips.
"I know you can hear me Scarlette. Just stay as you
are and listen. Don't involve your friends at all. Just listen."
All of a sudden Scarlette wasn't alone inside her head
with her thoughts. All of a sudden there was someone or something else in there
with her. She sat bolt upright. It was a female voice. A well-educated female
voice. It sounded English, of all things. But the voice was filled with
clarity. Filled with clarity and as though someone had hissed the words into
her ear. She sat bolt upright and looked round. Like she expected to find the
owner of that voice standing next to her or something. There was no-one. In the
split second, Scarlette tried to get into the sixth sense that had never let
her down in the past. There was nothing.
"Just settle down Scarlette. Settle down and listen.
Your Slayer powers are useless and non-existent against me. I'm not a demon.
Not a demon of the kind that you are used to dealing with."
"But w-what do you want? What are you doing? What's
this all about?"
Scarlette was in some kind of state of disbelief, firstly
that her senses had all but failed her completely. That had never happened to
her before. Even now that she knew something wasn't right, her senses were
telling her nothing. Nothing at all. She hadn't asked those questions out loud
and yet in her mind she could hear her own voice. It was as though this other
presence, whatever it was had entered her head and she was now having a
conversation with it, inside her own head.
"Questions, questions and yet more questions. The
others cannot hear me, I will be dealing with those separately. For now Scarlette
this is between you and me."
As this voice spoke inside Scarlette's head, so there was
a tingle and a massage of her nipples, making their erection more solid and
more bullet like and making their throb more intense. Scarlette shifted, tried
to alleviate something she thought was inside her mind, the same as that voice.
Maybe she was imagining that voice like she was imagining her own arousal.
Except that deep down she knew that she wasn't imagining anything and that this
was real.
"I know you can feel that Scarlette. You can feel me
seducing your breasts. I know its pleasuring you. If you look down Scarlette,
and look down properly, you'll see that your breasts are bigger. Only slightly
bigger, but bigger none the less. Feel one. Just take the weight of one and
you'll see what I mean."
There was a pause, as though this voice, or the owner of
this voice that had invaded the head space of Scarlette, was waiting for its
simple and suggested instruction to be complied with. Scarlette's mind was in
some kind of meltdown. If anything she wanted and needed to prove she must have
been imagining this thing. That the drugs they had taken earlier had provided
just a bad trip and nothing else. That had to be it. She did feel her breast.
She felt it through the silk of the top she was wearing. She did it discreetly
so that the others didn't see, or notice a thing. She gasped slightly. There
was an increased swell. And a weight to the breast that she had never had
before. It wasn't a huge difference but then it didn't have to be. Her thumb
grazed over the silk covered nipple and she gasped again. She had never been so
sensitive.
"What do you want?"
Her voice, even though it didn't come out of her mouth,
sounded breathy and husky. Like she was absorbing the sexuality she was
feeling. And more like she was barely dealing with it.
"Things are going to change Scarlette. Things are
going to change in a big way. The group, the Rascals are going to change as
well. I'm going to change things around. Turn things upside down and inside out
in comparison to what they have been. I want to show you that despite your
Slayer credentials - that you are little more than a normal, weak human
being."
Maybe there was a slight hint that whatever this was in
Scarlette's head was not human after all and that it was a demon if some sort.
Like a demon playing tricks. She had had those demons before, trying to trick
her and fool her.
"But why? Who are you and what is your ultimate
goal?"
Scarlette was going into logical Slayer mode even though
still she did not have that sixth sense. It was a wholly weird thing. She was
being invaded psychologically by this presence and yet her sixth sense had
failed her, utterly and completely. She had come across psychological demons
before. Ones that had got into her head and tried to play havoc with her head
space. But in those cases her powers had not failed her and she had defeated
the demons in question. Here though this was different - event though whatever
this was, was obviously unearthly. Or not if this world. There wasn't the
danger associated with it. Not the danger of life being snuffed out anyway. If
this was demon based then it was a whole new ball game.
"The why is simply to answer - because I can. The
objective, the target goals are not that simple to get over in this
conversation. I'm going to change you and I am going to alter you. I am going
to change you and your friends forever and I am going to do that for no greater
reason than I want to play with you. Play with your head, play with your
sexuality and the sexuality and heads of your friends here. For instance, your
breasts WILL be made bigger. The present slight enlargement and the arousal
you're feeling a bit through your nipples and sexuality is just a demonstration
of what I can do. A subtle demonstration if you like. I am capable of much,
much more as you will find out."