By any human understanding of the word, Valentina was well and truly dead. It was an affliction that overtook her as the first rays of the sun darted over the eastern horizon in the morning, and continued until the sun faded below the western.
Her body was dead, but her mind, her essential self, that remained alive. It had spent the day entwined with Misty's dark dreams. In her dreams Misty begged for her own destruction, and as she did so her pussy overflowed with wetness. Those dreams were unimaginably dark and as Misty experienced them in her sleep, the need coursing through her body soared. Lust poured off the girl's sleeping form in waves.
Later Valentina's mind had watched Misty's thoughts as she was awoken, savored every one of Misty's emotions, fears, and ideas as Misty went through her morning routine. Valentina was pleased that Misty hadn't actually lied to her parents, for that showed creativity, and beyond that, certainly her 'new position' would become much more clear to them if they ever came to visit her in Mexico.
As Misty crawled down the long hallway Valentina had watched as her unique mind turned Emilia from her nurse into an erotic fantasy. Having spent so much time in Misty's mind over the past days and weeks, Valentina was beginning to wonder if there was any sight, any scent, any sound, or any touch that Misty couldn't somehow integrate into the rich tapestry of fantasy that she had so carefully grown and tended over her lifetime.
Valentina watched Misty's thoughts as the girl knelt at her door. Felt Misty's mind explode with love, longing, and need as soon as she began daydreaming.