CW: questionable consent; unsafe BDSM; misogyny; rape references; cnc; magic; supernatural
The night was dark outside my bedroom window.
My day with Olivia kept running through my mind... it was
real
, right?
I had done
that
, right?
It felt impossible. Unreal. I kept having something that felt close to panic attacks, but instead of panic, it was more like... power. Ego attacks. Was that a thing?
Just these flashes of
I can do ANYTHING.
Then, of course, the pendulum in my head would swing, and I would be thinking about the Flat Cap Man. the way that, after I had fucked her, and learned about her demonic tastes, and made her cum and cum and
cum
, he had said 'Mission Accomplished'... and then told me that it wasn't over.
What wasn't over?
The past hours had been spent in a semi-mindless flurry. I ate food that I'd stolen while invisible, sneaking a meal deal under my shirt that I'd demolished quickly as soon as I got back; I'd scrolled through social media, sat on my bed with my laptop on my lap, satisfied that Olivia hadn't posted anything since our... encounter.
I wonder, with a smirk, if she was still shackled to her own bed.
Leaking.
The way I'd left her.
A shiver went through me, and I felt my cock harden - though, as it pressed against my leg inside my jogging bottoms, it felt oddly... small.
Not
small
, maybe, but I'd gotten somewhat used to the feeling of the weapon I had between my thighs when I was in my
other
state.
Besides that, I had a bit of a crick in my neck, an ache in my legs, and headaches that would come in and out as the hours passed. In all honesty it didn't feel
much
worse than a hangover, and not a terribly bad one at that. I just figured that maybe I'd been in that 'state' for a bit too long, and that I'd have to keep myself in check going forwards. Maybe don't fall asleep next time, Tommy.
'That's going to get better,' his voice said. I hadn't seen him come in, but his presence was a little less... alarming than it had been in the past. I figured I was getting used to that, too. 'Or worse. Depending on your viewpoint.'
I turned, closing my laptop and hitting on my bedside lamp. There, standing at the window and looking out, was the Flat Cap Man. As casual as ever.
'What now?' I asked.
He turned, looking at me with that blank face of his, shrouded in darkness and shadow. His eyes, though... I could always
feel
them on me, when he was here.
'How do you mean?'
'You don't just stop by,' I said.
'I'm pretty sure that's all I do.'
'No,' I said, and his head cocked. I reeled it back in. 'I just - you only seem to show up when something...
happens
.'
'Something is always happening,' he said simply. 'Maybe not to you. For example, right now - nothing of much interest is happening to you. Until you met me, very little of interest happened to you at all. You were something of a nothing, weren't you, Tommy?'
I sank into the bedding. 'Alright,' I said.
'Concerning you, the most interesting thing of note is the woman who held our affection. Or, perhaps 'affection' is too sweet of a word. The woman you've wanted to fuck since the day you saw her. Sodomise and taste, ream and plunder.
She
is the only interesting thing about you.'
'That's not true!' I said, though I knew if he asked me to prove it I'd struggle.
Instead, he just smiled, likely knowing that already. Then, his smile dropped. 'Alas, something interesting
is
happening, Tommy. And, since your... time with Olivia, I am inclined to let you in on a warning. You've earned it, I think.'
I frowned. 'Why did you wait until now?'
'Because until now, I couldn't bare the bore of speaking with you. Tommy - your dearest Olivia is involved in arts the likes of which defy your limited understanding. She will command you, and you will have scope within that command to do what you wish.'
I thought for a second. 'That doesn't make sense.'
'Did you ever hear of the man who, when told by a genie he had three wishes, made his first wish to get a wish every day for the rest of his life?'
'No. What?'
'The genie killed him on day three.'
'Right,' I said, sinking even lower into my pillow. 'I get it. I'm the guy.'
'WRONG!' he yelled, his voice shaking me as though it was a jet engine - his fury roared through my belly and skull, and my heart skipped at least two beats as the lights flickered. '
You
,' he said, drawing up a long finger, stretching across the space like a twisted branch of some dead tree, 'are the
genie
.'
Then, in another flicker of light and shadow, he was gone.
The room settled back into its normal state, and for a moment everything was just... quiet. I patted my pocket, and felt inside for a moment to check I still had the ring, pulling it out to take a look at the thing that had caused me
so much
change and strangeness.
DARK CREATURE OF MINE
- the voice hummed in my head, not
loud
, but completely unignorable and all-encompassing.
HEAR MY WORDS AND WISHES.
The voice was terrifying, and in my fear I automatically did what was now becoming second nature - I slipped on the ring. Straight away, I felt the strength and power surge through me, as the roaring voice became a sultry whisper. Like a lover over my shoulder, biting at my ear.
Join me again; obey my commands. The first communion defined our union of bodies - now, for my pleasure, I will have you dance.
Oh, sweet succulent creature of mine - I summon you.
