Ryan looked at the demon in front of him. “Well, I kept my end of the bargain. You going to keep yours?” he asked suspiciously.
“Of course my boy. Despite popular myth, we do keep our end of the contract. Mind control, huh? That is dangerous.”
“I wouldn't be dealing with a minion of hell if I wasn't able to handle danger. It is what I want.”
“Fair enough,” the demon said. With a pass of his hand over Ryan's face a black mist entered his eyes. “I like your style kid. Thanks for the help.” With that he vanished.
One week later:
Michelle ran her hand through her light blond hair as she sat back on the couch. Rubbing her crystal green eyes she thought about what a day it had been at work. It was damn busy. A moment after that thought; there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said expecting Tina.
“Michelle it's me, sorry if this is a bad time,” the voice said. She recognized it as Ryan, her ex-boyfriend. She thought is amicable, but he seemed to take it hard.
Ryan saw that Michelle was about to give her answer, so he was going to try this on something simple. He reached out with a tendril of his spirit and had her say 'yes'.
“Yes, you can come in,” Michelle replied. Michelle stopped. I was going to tell him no. No big deal she though. Well it couldn't be too bad. “What did you want?” she asked.
“I think I left a few things here and I thought I could get them back. Like the sweater your wearing it is mine,” Ryan said pushing out his spirit again. Yes it did belong to Ryan; I should take it off now. He thought.
“Your right, it is yours, here you go,” she said pulling up the red and blue sweater over her, revealing a blue bra. What the hell did I just do? She looked at it in her hands. I have no top on. She looked up, confused.
“That was kind of you to take it off right there,” Ryan said with a slight laugh.
“I guess it was, here you go,” she said tossing it to him.
So far so good, lets try it a little more. His spirit reached out again, now it started to wrap around Michelle's soul. He walked into the bedroom where she was changing. “Michelle, drop the bra and put on the pink tank top.”
“What, I am not going to do that; it would be slutty. I am going out with Tina tonight.” She said as her bra hit the floor; revealing firm, round, C cup breasts. She then found herself reaching for the pink tank top. What is gong on here? I just did what he said. “Ryan, what the hell?”
“What?” Ryan asked.
“You just told me to put on that pink tank and I did.”
“Walk out to the living room and I will tell you.”
Michelle shrugged and walked out there. Ryan smiled as she sat on the couch. No need to use control there. Michelle was still looking a little confused.
“Okay, it is pretty straight forward--” he was cut off by Tina walking in. The brunette with the hazel eyes. She hates me Ryan thought to himself.
“Ryan what the hell are you doing here? I thought she wised up and tossed you on your ear.”
Ryan looked at her and said, “Well, yeah, but there was a thing or two to clear up.” He then reached out with as strong a tendril as he had so far and wrapped it around her.
“He was about to explain to me what is going on,” Michelle said. She looked back over at Ryan, “Will it take long?”
“No. Tina sit down next to Michelle,” he said. Then watched as she went and sat down next to Michelle.
Tina looked around, why did she do that she thought. She shrugged it off.
“What I was going to tell her is that a month ago I did a favor for a demon. In exchange he granted me a power. Mind control.”
“Yeah right,” Tina said as she got up.
“Sit,” Ryan told her and she did.
Tina looked around confused. She looked over at Michelle and asked, “What is going on?”
“He made me take off my sweater and put this on, while he watched,” Michelle said nervously.
Ryan looked at both of them and grinned. “Let me give you a good idea of what I can do Tina.” |