“No! That… please don’t digest my soul!” You yelp. Soul digestion, you know, leads to the complete destruction of the soul and is believed by many to be the end of all things. You’re not sure what you believe in for an afterlife, but you’d rather not have it all cut short in her stomach.
“I thought you might be into that.” She says seductively. “Just for you then.” She adds as she puts her hand on yours. “Your soul will remain perfectly intact. It’ll be just like nothing ever happened.”
“But you said no reformation…” You begin.
“No reformation.” She confirms. “Your soul will be perfectly intact in your new form. You’re going to be perfectly aware of everything, your soul and mind trapped inside a big old turd forever.”
This is not what you wanted! You start to protest…. but can’t. Her seduction has fully taken a hold of you, you can’t even form the words to argue against her.
“I’m going to go set everything up upstairs and I have a phone call to make.” She says, brushing her hand against your leg as she stands up “But you wait here and I’ll call you up when we’re ready to get started.”