Daemon (Patreon)

You found something, but before you can slip away, it finds you.

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You were frozen to the spot, staring at the person before you. They had too many shadows. And they each one was the wrong shape. “Awh, stupid, you look so lost! What’s wrong? Too much in your head? Or not enough? If it’s the first, I can help. And if it’s the second… That’s not a problem.”

Their voice sounded like molten honey, dripping into your ears, and sticking to your brain, causing it to short circuit. “Well, which is it? Cat got your tongue? It’s okay. Let me help. Even if you’ve got a completely empty head… I can drain it more.” Their eyes glinted.

The sensation that hit you was different to anything you had ever experienced before. Like your own thoughts were being pulled out of your grasp, and run through a machine, before being handed back to you. “There we go. Such a good mortal, giving me access to your brain.”

The person before you was so much less scary now. Their shadows alluded to pleasures they could bring you, sensations, delights. “Oh, you poor little thing, running around without anyone pulling your leash? It’s okay. I’ve got you now. We’re going to have so much fun together…”