Decadent Dessert.

Decadent Dessert.

It was a piece of chocolate cake, plain and simple. Just a decadently dressed baked good. Yet Jon was now sweating with sexual desire for it.

Jon…Jon…Jon…it whispered to him. He took a bite.

Instantly it was a head trip. Breath became difficult, and everything went black.

Standing before him was a naked woman. She was beautiful, her eyes were flames. She approached Jon, hypnotizing him with her hips. She put her mouth close to his.

“And now, I eat your soul,” she said, shifting into a spiked demonic form. She clawed at his face, tearing it. He tried to fight back, but it was over almost before it began. The beautiful woman licked her bloody chops. The deed was done. She would find a new hiding place now and wait to feed again.