Visitation
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.
Gregory lay under a pile of warm blankets, staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything that was going wrong in the office. He had been taking on too many responsibilities for a while now, and although he always got the job done, the hits kept on coming. Frustration was taking a toll on him. If things didn’t change, he could very well end up burning bridges sooner than later.
He was lost in meditation when he sensed a presence in the room – Lucy was back!
The air around him shimmered, the corners of his visions catching hints of silvery light. As if the shadows in the bedroom had come alive, they began to dance and swirl around him. A strange rush enveloped him, a gentle caress that stirred memories long tucked away beneath the weight of adult responsibilities.
Lucy appeared, her form slowly solidifying from the mist, and taking shape like smoke woven into flesh.
She was draped in a diaphanous gown that flowed like water around her feet, trailing wisps of luminescence that glimmered against the darkened walls. The original inhabitant of the house glowed with an inner radiance that made her seem both achingly beautiful and hauntingly distant. Although he could see past her still translucent form, her eyes were powerful enough to keep him glued to the bed.
“Hello, Gregory. I’ve come to play,” she declared.
Born seventy-five years ago, she had been dead for almost fifty. Upon her untimely passing, she had forsaken the chance to cross over, instead choosing to remain in the only place where she had always felt safe. People who knew her in the past claimed she was magical and that it was quite hard to resist her charms. Gregory had heard the tales about the haunting many times, but he had never believed them until he saw her.
“Must we do this again tonight?” he muttered, spellbound by her entrancing beauty.
Lucy floated nearer, her laughter a silken thread weaving through the air. “Oh, Gregory,” she purred, “we do it whenever I feel like it for that’s how this game is played. Each time I come to you, you surrender a little more to my control. You will not fight me tonight…”
“But what if I don’t want to be under your spell?” he muttered. “There’s too much on my mind right now?”
“A perfect reason for you to give in, then… You’ll let go of your burdens and welcome me into your thoughts. You’re my pet, Gregory. My perfect human pet.”
“No, I’m not… This is wrong! It’s always been wrong!”
“Too late for that, my dear. You had a chance to leave the first time I appeared, and you didn’t take it. You chose to continue living here, knowing I wouldn’t stop. Now, you pay the price, and fall for me…” She floated above his head, piercing his skull with her honeyed voice.
As her words wrapped around him like velvet chains, Gregory slipped into a dreamlike haze. The weight of his worries began to dissolve, replaced by the intoxicating pull of her ghostly essence.
Suddenly, images flooded his mind, vivid and surreal, a montage of Lucy’s past flickering like a film reel inside the theater of his soul. He saw men and women kneeling before her, their faces etched with reverence and adoration. They were wrapped in sumptuous garments as they awaited her divine commands with bated breath.
As the visions expanded, he found himself in a grand hall, the floors gleaming with polished marble that reflected chandeliers dripping with crystal tears.
Lucy stood as a queen upon an elevated dais, more resplendent than ever as he collapsed at her feet. Memories he had never lived before replaced his real ones, bringing him one step closer to total capitulation.
“As long as you live here, you’re mine to command,” the ghost smirked as he remained still, almost catatonic. “You’ll think what I want you to think and feel what I want you to feel. Your mind is mine and so is your body.”
His senses dulled as she entered his body, spreading her essence through every part of his still form. With every heartbeat, he could sense her influence weaving through his veins, a silken thread pulling at the remnants of his will. His muscles relaxed under her spell; even the corners of his mouth turned upward in involuntary surrender.
Adrift in utter mindlessness, the possessed puppet’s cock shot upwards, saluting her undeniable dominance. Lucy saw every thought of his simultaneously and reveled at the darkness growing inside him. Now, it was her chance to enjoy another escapade.
“You’ll take me with you to the office tomorrow, and we’re going to have a lot of fun with everyone giving you a hard time,” she purred. “Sleep, Gregory. I’m in the pilot seat now.”
He closed his eyes and relinquished all freedom to her otherworldly retribution. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
THE END
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