“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Jeremy literally leaped into the air in shock, slamming into the wall and falling on the dispenser, sending it crashing to the ground. As water gushed out of it, he quickly lifted himself up and placed it upright to prevent more water from being wasted.

Then he turned in a panic.

There she was. Standing there watching him as if her jump scare was not supposed to be scary.

“Jesus!” he whispered, his heart rate moving at a speed he had never felt before as he stepped back as quickly he could. “What in the…”

That was definitely her. The witch he had slept with.

Lincoln had not been joking. Whatever her brand of witchcraft was, it was certainly real strong.

Not to mention the fact that she was looking even spicier than she did that evening.

Dressed in an absolutely eye-watering fishnet mini dress that basically showed off her body in all its glory, she looked like every horny dude’s dream come true.

To any other guy and in less creepy settings, she’d be a fantasy come to life. For some, they probably wouldn’t even care how she got in; they would consider her an answer to their lustful desires and pounce on her immediately.

Not Jeremy, though. He was completely spooked out, and it was evident, given the terrified look on his face.

A sly look and a girlish giggle, she waved at him, oblivious to his petrified state. “Hey Daddy. What’s up? You look pretty hot in that shirt.”

Struggling to catch his breath, he looked strangely at her.

“Ummm, l-l-listen, Miss. I-I-I don’t know who you are, b-b-but y-y-you need to get out of here,” Jeremy stuttered uncontrollably, moving away from her. “R-r-r-r-right now.”

A look of surprise covered her face as she moved forward to close the distance between them. “What do you mean you don’t know me? You do. We made love a few weeks ago, remember? See, I dunno why you had to run away, but now that you’re here, lemme tell you, I’ve never tasted dick as sweet as yours.”

Jeremy cringed. The fact that that statement was coming out of the mouth of a woman who was not Aurelia stung like a bee. God, I really did fuck up! Argh!

“Look, th-th-that… that was just me drunk. I… I wasn’t myself. It was a mistake. Please, I’m sorry, but I have a wife. P-p-please, you and me have no business.”

She looked puzzled by that last sentence. “No business? Daddy, you are mine. And I’m yours.”

Jeremy shook his head vehemently. “No, no, no, no. I’m not yours. If there’s anyone on earth who I belong to, it’s Aurelia Provencal. My wife. Definitely not you.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Forget about her, Daddy. You are mine. And I am yours. That’s the real deal. Now come here. Do you know how badly I wanna jump up and down on that sweet dick?”

Jeremy felt his stomach churn with disgust. Such words coming from the mouth of Aurelia would have been greeted with an instant undressing. Not from any other woman, and especially not from this devious servant of the underworld.

And the fact that she dismissed his wife as if she was some nonentity was grating to his eardrums. Dear God, I let myself loose for this little twerp to disrespect my one-in-a-billion lac baby!

“No, no, that’s… that’s for my wife alone. Now please, leave me alone. I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“No can do, Daddy. You are mine.”

“Will you stop saying that? And stop calling me Daddy. I’m not your Daddy,” Jeremy snapped, irritated at how she kept moving towards him as he backed away. “And now that you brought it up, who told you to go and scare my boys? How dare you do that? You have some nerve, you know!”

She stopped, confusion on her face. “Me? Scare your boys? I didn’t do that. Must have been one of my sisters or something. Honestly. That wasn’t me. I’m not concerned with them. I’m concerned with you.”

He looked at her skeptically. Her look of confusion seemed rather genuine. For a moment, he believed her, until he remembered… she was a witch. She couldn’t be trusted. Why would her ‘sisters’, whatever that meant, come after his boys?

Before he could retort at her claim of innocence, she put her hands up. “Okay, look, I know you’re upset with me, the way I’ve been coming after you in your dreams and all. I’m sorry. Maybe I went overboard. I’ve just been really angry. Ever since the day I discovered you sleeping with that other woman, I’ve just been in a really bad mood. I mean, that woman is just… so big and so… fat. She’s not your type. I just couldn’t understand. You’ve got my sweet, sexy little body to fuck, and you choose that… that fat flesh? Come on! I’m more suited to you!”

Jeremy could feel his blood boiling by the end of that rant. Did this puny little twat actually call his amazingly thick Aurelia ‘fat flesh’?

The nerve of her! The absolute nerve of her!

“E-e-excuse me??” he demanded. “Fat? You call my wife fat flesh? You have the nerve to insult her? How dare you? That woman is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she’s more of a woman than you can ever, or will ever be! Stay the hell away from me, you demented witch!”

With that, he darted for the door. There was no point in staying around with this being. How he managed to stay in that room and indulge her was beyond him, but not any more. He was getting out, and fast.

Forget my stuff. I just gotta get the hell outta here!

He opened the door…

… and there she stood.

“JESUS!”

With a scream, he sprang backwards and fell on his back. He trembled in fright as he glanced at her. She was showing off her magic abilities at this rate, and it wasn’t funny to witness at all.

She quickly walked toward him, a leery expression on her face. He moved backwards, but wasn’t fast enough to get away from her. She then threw herself on him, lust drawn all over her face.

“Come on, Daddy, stop messing around! I’ve missed you…”

“No, stop, stop, get off me!”

“Come on, Daddy!”

“Stop! Get the hell off me!”

“I’ve missed your sweet strokes, you know!”

“Will you stop it? Get off me, for God’s sake!”

“And the way you lick me… oh God, I’m just tingling thinking about it.”

“Aaaaaaargh!! GET OFF ME!!!!”

She was all over him, and somehow, for all his strength, Jeremy could not push her off. Neither could he get up. He tried all he could, but the strength to do it had just disappeared into thin air.

Terror took over as he realized the truth. She was using her powers to keep him in check! She knew what she was doing when she threw herself on him.

She held his face. “I’ve missed your kiss, too. Until now.” Then she pressed her lips against his.

He tried hard to resist, moving his lips off hers. She remained resolute, however, holding his face firm and forcing her lips on his. Slowly, the will to resist started melting, and Jeremy found himself now pressing his lips against hers passionately.

Suddenly, he found himself in a state of restraint. It was as if the true him had just been locked in a prison somewhere in his consciousness, while his body was in a state of mind similar to that of the fateful night they had sex. Now he was looking at her body through that dress and thinking to himself, Goddamn, this girl is sexy as hell!

She giggled. “See, Daddy? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He nodded.

She then began to unbuckle his belt. “Time to give you the ride of your life now, Daddy. Time to let you feel the real deal on this style,” she whispered hungrily.

On the surface, Jeremy grinned, enjoying the quick and lustful way she was undressing him. But under the trance, the real him screamed and struggled, trying hard to stop this from happening.

Nothing he did could work. With malevolent powers like hers, she had the upper hand. If his current disposition remained as it was, he would end up partaking of this witch yet again.

Still, he struggled. With every sinew of strength within him. Trying everything he could to wrestle out of this inner prison.

He couldn’t even begin to break free.

This was looking hopeless. Totally hopeless. His body, meanwhile, was in a state of ecstasy, enjoying the way she was unbuttoning his trousers and kissing his neck.

Come onnnnn…

She slid her hand down his boxer shorts.

“Mmmmm, delicious. Oh, damn, I’ve missed you, sweet D. I’m gonna show you what a real cowgirl feels like. No more fat flesh on you, sweet D. This is gonna be the real deal.”

She said it again. Fat flesh. How dare she. How dare she.

The rage at that insult grew bigger… and bigger… and bigger…

How dare she! How dare she! HOW DARE SHE!

“NO! GET OFF ME!”

The real Jeremy suddenly breaking through the neutralization spell, he sprung up and shoved her off him as roughly as he could.

She virtually flew across the room, landing where the nearest workstation was.

He quickly zipped up and buckled his belt and tucked. Once he was done, he glared at her. “Curse you, you filthy witch!” he spat at her before rushing out the door and shutting it, running as fast as he could from the office.

Wincing at the pain of hitting her head on the terrazzo floor, she sat up, her mouth open in disbelief.

Her eyes then burst into flames. Literally.

And she rose to her feet, her entire being consumed with wrath.

“FOOL! YOU DON’T WANT ME?? IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU, NOBODY ELSE CAN! YOU HEAR ME? I’LL DESTROY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY! WRETCHED BASTARD!”

It’s gotten bad now, people. It’s gotten really bad. Jeremy’s in big trouble now…