Page 15 of My Sleep Paralysis Demon

“You’ve been getting laid, and it’s been putting your ass into a deep, rem sleep,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, moving to the back to continue online bakery orders.

“Just tell me who.”

I looked at her and wanted to.But… would she think that I was weird, lusting and receiving pleasure over my sleep paralysis monster?I shook my head and looked down.

“Seren!” She gasped. “Why are you withholding this? Who is he? Or she?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No one. No one.”

When she was silent, I looked up. Our eyes locked, and I could tell my lies were hurting her feelings. At that moment, I decided it was better for her to look at me weirdly than to be upset with my lies. I let out a sigh, setting down the frosting for the cookies I was making. “Do you know how he can touch me?”

Her eyes scanned my face, searching for a clue to whohewas. After a second, she muttered, “the sleep monster?”

I nodded. “I apparently… gave consent, and… he’s been… doing what he wants to me.”

We stared at each other for a moment.

I was waiting for her to laugh at me, to call me crazy or whatever she wanted to say. To make fun of me.

Instead, she asked, “Is he good?”

My eyes rolled back as I thought about all the things he’d done to me. “Too good.”

“Okay, spill all the details, now!” she said.

And I did.Telling her about his tongue and what he did yesterday after my date. A smile and wide eyes were on her face. She was amused and filled with wonder.

“I want a monster! Oh my gosh! So, he just touches you and does whatever he wants to you?”

“I can’t move,” I said.

“That’s so hot.”

I let out a chuckle. “You believe me?”

She nodded. “If he can hurt you, he could do whatever else he wants to you. So, do you think he’s been watching you because he wants you to be his?”

Mine.His growl was so clear in my head.

“I don’t know. We don’t get to talk or anything.”

She shrugged. “He waited for consent so maybe give him more ground rules. Ask to be able to move or something.”

“I can just do that?”

She shrugged as another customer came in, but this time, she went to deal with them. I genuinely felt like Bex believed me. My body did feel more relaxed, and I felt a bit lighter in an energy sense.

I never thought of telling the monster to let me move. I wouldn’t be sure if he would let me.

I chewed on my lip. The day went by fast, me following my routine of giving the leftovers to the homeless.

It was something I started when I noticed leftovers. I loved baking all the stuff from scratch. I didn’t want to toss them, and sometimes I would sell them for discounted prices. But giving them to someone who hasn’t been able to taste or afford the bakery was better. Most of their eyes lit up when they saw my car, and I enjoyed giving them their remedies for a sweet tooth.

The money I lost didn’t matter when I gained so much more. My bakery was more successful than ever, bringing in six figures a year. Sometimes I made extra cupcakes or donuts on purpose, just to give them out at the end of the day.

I drove home like always, grateful and with a smile on my face. Grateful I could make someone else smile and grateful I was in the position I was in.

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