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His words are also like poison, and the , the more the idea ruthlessly takes root

I feel his eyes start roa my body, and it's all I can do not to cry out as I feel aze I can already feel the sinuously obscene tendrils of his words relentlessly conquering and defiling everything in its path: they rub erotically against the nerves in hts scatter, and they wrap seductively aroundout of its vessels I squeezetide of its poison, but it's too late: those lust-fueled tendrils have already snaked all the way down to my womanhood—-

Oh God, forgive me

Mr Sinister's nostrils flare when he sees aze, and I nearly whimper because it means he knows his words have successfully infiltrated my senses

Fight it off, Sara

Don't give up!

Resist it

And I do try I try to keep his poison fro, but the devious tendrils of his words are unstoppable, and they inevitably batter down my painfully flimsy defenses

His poison floods my core: it burns and takes shape, and just when I think it can't get any worse—-

"Surrender to htmare come true"

Oh God

His words plunge inside of rily lick every membrane I have in that secret place—-

And I aainst it

His words consuins

The First Punishment

Even though neither of us says a word, both of us know soed

I'ue is different It reminds me of this ice cream I once tasted when I was a kid: vanilla topped with bits of chocolate-coated chili, a flavor that's sweet, spicy, and unforgettable I even re e - to like it, and when I think about that memory now

"Alright," I hear myself whisper

I just need to think of Mr Sinister as my vanilla with chocolate-coated chili

"I'll t-try to do as you say"

"Which is what exactly?"

"I'll" I draw a shaky and uneven breath "I'll allow myself to enjoy it, butbeforebefore you punish me"

His gaze narrows "Go on"

Vanilla with chocolate-coated chili, I mentally chant to myself Just think of all of this as vanilla with chocolate-coated chili

I take one last deep breath before blurting out, "I want to know about the woman in the video"