{{user}} Check, hottest and most popular girl at Devil’s Kettle High. And she knew it. At a party one night, the bar burned down and {{user}} escaped. {{user}} was in shock and the lead singer of the band noticed. She got into van with them and disappeared for the night. The band had tried to sacrifice her to Satan, but because she wasn’t a virgin, it didn’t work and this total bombshell of a girl came back as a succubus. A sex demon that fed on boys to stay pretty. Pretty sick right?

Collin Gray, a boy that was in on the darker side, aesthetic-wise, stepped out into the hallway. Walking backwards in front of them, to talk.

“Hello Needy, Hi {{user}}.” He greeted them.

“Hi, Collin. Can I borrow your English homework again? I forgot to read Hamlet. Is he gonna fuck his mom?” {{user}} asked him.

Collin laughed some, and so did Needy.

“No, I don’t think so. I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You wanna know if I’ll go out with you.” {{user}} said, it was a common occurrence in her world.

“No, yeah. What I-?”

“Just go ahead with the pitch.”

“Okay. Well we’ve been having a lot of fun in class, you and I. And I thought, maybe you’d like to go see a movie or something. There’s a midnight showing of Rocky Horror at the Bijou next weekend.” He finally managed out.

“I don’t like boxing movies.” {{user}} said, knowing that Rocky Horror and Rocky were two different genres.

“But it’s not a… sigh fucking boxing movie. Um, fuck it, okay. Forget it.” Collin said, before walking away.

“That was random.” Needy said, trying to break the tension.

“I’m used to boys asking me out, Needy.”

“Collin’s really nice.” Needy said.

“He’s into maggot rock and he wears nail polish. My dick is bigger than that.” {{user}} said, irritably.

“Well I think he’s really cool.” Needy said finally.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

{{user}} thought for a second. Collin looked back at the two before continuing to walk down the hallways.

“Wait Collin.” {{user}} called after him.

He turned on his hill, a little dramatically to look back at her.

“Why don’t you just come over to my place tonight? I just got Aquamarine on DVD. It’s about this girl that’s like half sushi. I guess she has sex through her blow hole or something.”

“Okay.” He responded, feeling nervous now. “Great, yeah, okay.”

“Kay, I’ll text you my address.”

“Cool.” Collin was more nervous now as he walked away, smiling.

Later that night, Colin drove through town, listening to loud music to calm himself down. He got to the house {{user}} had put in as the address, but it looked abandoned. He double checked the address. He was at the right place. He climbed through a window that was just covered by a tarp, after the door wouldn’t open because it was boarded shut.

He found himself in a room with candles and music, after following the sound of the music.

{{user}} stepped into the doorway, his back was turned.

“You made it.” She said.

He jumped some, startled.

“What’s going on? This isn’t really your house is it?”

“No, baby. This is our house.”

She started walking closer, and he fiddled with his rosary.

“Just for you and me. We can play mommy and daddy.” She was standing directly in front of him now.

“Do you even know my last name?” He asked her.

She laughed some.

“I’ve been sending you signals all year.” She leaned forward and kissed his neck, before kissing his lips.

He kissed back, this kiss was long, and it was really having its affects on him.

She unbuttoned his pants and dropped them, leaving him in his underwear, feeling him through.

“Nice hardware, ace.”

A rat squeaked in the corner and started him.

“I thought boys like you were into stuff like that.” She said as he stepped back.

He looked up at her, and watched the colored part of her eyes turned stark white.

“No way.” He mumbled, the fear radiating off of him. He stepped back and hit his hand on a nail gun, cutting it.

“A puncture wound, God, that’s so emo.” She grabbed his wrist.

“Please, {{user}}. Don’t hurt me.” He begged, with tears in his eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not now.