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“I...” My mouth had gone dry. I wet my lips and saw his gaze follow the movement. “I don’t...”

“There’s no shame in desire, Evelyn,” he said. “It’s as natural as breathing. The only sin is in denying it. But you can be honest with me. Tell me, Evelyn. What do you wish he’d do to you?”

I stared at him, my heart racing, torn between revulsion and a dark, dangerous pull. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Drawing in a deep breath, I gathered myself. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve mastered those human desires. My body is not my own. I’ve taken vows. Made a vow to God. Desire... indulging in it... breaks that promise.”

Ian shook his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Of course. You’ve mastered your desires. How are you doing with the sin of pride? Any improvements?”

I stared at him, shifting in my chair and smoothing the skirt down, unsettled by how much I’d revealed. The sin of my admission was profoundly real, even in the dream’s illogical reality.

Suddenly, Ian pushed himself up from the desk’s edge and flicked a bit of dust off the fabric of his suit jacket, extending a hand out toward me. Hesitantly, I reached for it, the coolness of his skin a contrast to my own. The silence of the shadowed office hung heavy as I attempted to peer into the now darkened room, the sudden sound of his voice making me jump.

“You’ve done well, Evelyn,” he said, playfully teasing but with genuine warmth.

And with that, he strode to the door and was gone, leaving me alone with the sinful echoes of his words... and the heat still pulsing through my veins.

The dream office dissolved around me, fading completely into darkness. But as I slipped back into unconsciousness, I heard his voice one last time, a silken promise whispered into my ear.

“Until next time, Evelyn.”

Then the darkness took me, and I fell once more into deep sleep.

CHAPTER NINE

IAN

I stood wreathed in shadow,invisible to mortal sight as I watched Evelyn sleep peacefully in her bed. The moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated her fair skin, Her blonde hair had worked its way out of the braid and splayed across the pillow. Her rosebud lips were slightly parted.

She was beautiful, I had to admit, in a way I’d never found in anyone before. The sensation was foreign to me, almost...unsettling. I pushed the stray thoughts aside. I had a mission to fulfill.

For the past several nights, I’d been observing her dreams, probing her subconscious for vulnerabilities and repressed desires to exploit. Tonight, I planned to escalate my efforts. It was time to fan the coals of her inner darkness into flame.

I focused my will and slipped into Evelyn’s dreamscape again and shaped the scene to the homeless shelter where that disturbed mortal, Frank, had attacked her. I directed the dream, twisting Frank’s features into a grotesque caricature. His bulging eyes leered at Evelyn as he lunged for her, voice dripping with mockery.

“You think you’re better than me, you prissy bitch?

But instead of cowering in fear, Evelyn’s dream-self blazed with righteous fury. She grabbed a heavy book of laws and smashed it into Frank’s head, sending him crashing to the ground.

“You monster,” she screamed, kicking him savagely. “How dare you touch me.”

I watched, still hidden, as Evelyn unleashed her repressed rage, and pride filled me. This is what I’d been waiting for. That spark of wrath, the first inkling of her true nature. Her screams sent a thrill through me. I had to adjust my cock as it pressed almost painfully against the zipper of my trousers. Evelyn lifted the heavy book high overhead, and brought it down again and again on Frank’s face. First his nose broke, sending streams of blood squirting down to his chin, his screams became muffled as the book continued to slam into his face.

Yes, that’s it. Let it out. That fire will burn away your piety soon enough.

It was all I could do not to pull my cock out and begin stroking it as Frank’s skull shattered, bones and brain matter flying up to coat Evelyn’s lovely face, her screams of anger still bellowing out of her lungs as she beat his head into a puddle of ichor and pulp.

Evelyn’s screams faded as she tired, and Frank’s lifeless body twitched beneath her. I sensed the moment was right. With a twist of my demonic will, I reshaped her dreamscape, banishing the violence and replacing it with a soothing atmosphere.

The grimy shelter walls melted away, transforming into the warm, inviting confines of the familiar therapist’s office. Evelyn now sat in a plush armchair, no longer towering over Frank’s convulsing body.

Human dreamscapes being what they were, another dream of speaking with me wouldn’t register as strange to her, and I found myself wanting to speak with her more.

And one should never underestimate the power of water dropping on a stone. The small pushes added up to great change over time.

I took on the now familiar guise of a psychiatrist, my normally sharp features softened, my dark allure muted. I leaned forward slightly, radiating compassion and trustworthiness.

“You’re safe here, Evelyn,” I said, pushing out a little magic to help her calm. “This is a place for honesty. Please, tell me what’s troubling you.”

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