Under My Spell

Some people might wonder how i get everything i want in life. money, power, exquisite beauty… the answer is simple. i was born with the powers of magic and simple pull those things in. i can pull in anything or anyone i want, like you. little do you realize, the spell has already begun… as you stare deep into my demoness eyes, you are transfixed by my power and unable to break free… locked into my gaze, entranced by my every word, i slowly suck your soul out and keep it in a jar on my altar, along with the others. you will do anything i say, anything i please, as you are swayed by my spell and made to oblige. you’ve been conditioned to be at my command. i would be careful, as now your soul is in the palm of my hand, carefully contained in a vessel smaller than your manhood. it could easily slip… if you do.