“I wish that I could read women’s thoughts. And introduce simple commands mentally”
“Oh...Wow”
Circe hadn’t been expecting that. But she did basically tell him to go wild. And young men with healthy sexual imaginations could go very wild, in her experience. So she shouldn't have been that surprise. He would probably use the power to make himself an entire harem of women. And if she was being honest with herself she could admit that that idea bothered her. Oh well. It was his wish and she was probably going to eat him later on anyway.
“Granted” She closed her eyes as the gem beneath her cute sweater did its thing. “Oh, and Eric. Don’t you dare use that power on me. I promise you’d regret it”
Eric looked like he was considering something with all of his brain power. Circe was a little bemused by the whole exchange at this point and stared him down with a very severe look in her eyes.
“Ok, but how do I know if it’s working?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t fucking know. Read anyone’s mind. Just not mine”
Circe watched as the clueless guy scanned the park for someone to test his newfound abilities on. She half expected that he wouldn’t even have the guts to do it. Invade someone’s privacy in such an intimate way. But eventually he did spy a young girl who appeared to be around his own age. He started to furrow his brow and stare at her intensely. Which meant he was either reading her mind or the ethical conundrum he had walked into was tearing him apart. The poor thing.
“Did you read her mind?”
“I did”
“How was it?”
“It was strange. Like hearing a voice in my head that very clearly wasn’t my own”
“Oh, and what did she say?”
“She didn’t really say anything. It was kinda like I could just intuit her inner thoughts. Like the general feelings. Like it was so abstract but I totally get it”
“Ok. And what was it?”
“She thinks your sweater is cute”
“Riveting”
Circe was feeling...jealous. She cursed herself internally. How could she be feeling jealous of this insipid nonsense? Would she prefer Eric’s attention be focused on her? And now there was a new feeling on top of it all. The paranoia that he might read her mind and discover that she was actually infatuated with him. If he did that she would be ready to just let the stupid fucking gem eat her and get it over with.
“What are you doing now?”
Circe watched as he turned his intense stare on the girl once again. The entire ridiculous ritual made him look like he was trying to set her on fire with his gaze.
“I’m introducing a command”
“Well, try to be less conspicuous about it. You’re going to creep her out”
“Done”
Eric’s mouth hung open in shock as he realized that his command had worked. The perky young girl was walking directly over to them. Looking like she had something to say.
“Hey” She chirped at Circe “I just wanted to say your sweater looks really cute!”
Circe turned to look at Eric who wasn’t saying anything. He looked directly at her and smiled in a smug sort of way. He was way too proud of himself right now.
“Oh my god” Circe could not help but shake her head. “T-thank you, darling”
Before the newcomer could trot off back to her, no doubt thrilling life, she pointed at a little red dot on Circe’s sweater. “You’ve got some blood there”
“What? Dammit!”
She knew exactly what the source of the blood must be. The gem was expanding again. There could be no question that it was enraged that she hadn’t twisted Eric’s stupid wish in any way at all. She had to make an excuse to get out of here and inspect the damage.
“Eric, Darling. I have to go. W-witch business”
His face was like an injured puppy dog.
“...Are we going to see each other again?”
Poor, sweet Eric. Of course she was planning to see him again. At the rate the accursed gem was consuming her body she had no choice but to devour him really soon. It was such a shame too. She really did like him.
“Yes, we will see each other again. Let’s talk tomorrow. And I’ll give you another wish. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
“Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah. See you tomorrow then”
The hopeless little nerd walked off towards the bus stop. But not before stopping to look over his shoulder. To see if Circe was still looking at him while he was leaving. And, against her better judgement, she did in fact stare at him the entire time. Breaking eye contact when his gaze met her’s like she was a fucking teenager or something. She cursed herself once again. Eric simply smiled at her as his bus pulled up and swung open its doors.
“God dammit. What am I doing?”
-
Circe didn’t really have a home. Not in the United states anyways. She had no need of food or sleep or shelter really. And so she contemplated her reflection in the washroom of an upscale clothing store downtown. The Gem had grown. It had tried to eat her before. On many occasions. She had always managed to sate it in time before but this was getting pretty extreme.
“Oh good lord”
The crystalline corruption had spread across her chest. Reaching her left shoulder and infecting the swell of her breasts. Totally ruining the shape. She winced as she took some paper towel and dabbed the blood away. Thankfully there hadn’t been too much of a mess.
Eric had texted her. Apparently he couldn’t wait to hang out because he wanted to meet for drinks tonight. Hopefully that hadn’t been some kind of attempt at asking her on a date. Because the answer to that ridiculous question would be no...probably. But then again, so what if he wanted to go on a date with her? That would be the perfect pretense to coax him into making a foolish wish.
As she looked herself in the eyes, she really had to wonder if she was actually going to do that. Her ageless, perfectly symmetrical features stared back at her. Of course she was going to. It would be ridiculous to suggest otherwise. To do otherwise would mean death. And a total betrayal of who she was. She was Circe, the baddest bitch to ever walk the earth. And she ate men like fucking tic tacs.
“I wish for a date night outfit”
No sooner had she said the words than her crystalized torso began to shine brilliantly. Her thin, toned body was suddenly wrapped in a long black dress that was hugging her curves like it was afraid to let go. It was sleeveless. With a luxurious brown fur collar that concealed the corruption crawling up her shoulder. She was just a little miffed that exposing her chest wasn’t an option at the moment. But if she ate well tonight, it would be soon enough.
-
Circe lingered by the bar in her slinky, bitchy dress. She had decided to be fashionably...early. Or something like that. It wasn’t her usual move to show up before her date. But she was actually nervous for this meeting. Not nervous because it was clearly a date. Nervous because she just couldn’t bring herself to go through with it. After so fucking many years of being a nightmare incarnate, she was tired. Too tired to eat anyone. The wrongness of it all seemed like it was finally catching up with her.
With a beer in hand she sighed, very deeply.
“Cest la vie”
“Huh?”
She had attracted the bartender’s attention with her melancholy outburst.
“Oh, nothing. This beer is shitty by the way”
She continued drinking it without pause. Finally perking up when she saw Eric enter the establishment. He had dressed up and shaved his laughable facial hair. She supposed that that was a positive sign.
“Ooh, the boy does clean up well”
Circe downed her beverage in one mighty swig before walking over to greet Eric. But she stopped dead in her tracks as she realized that he had brought company. The girl from the park was here with him. AND the girl who’s number he had gotten at the cafe the other day. That little fucker actually was collecting a harem!
“Hi Circe” He smiled and waved. “Girls, this is my friend Circe. Circe, this is Deborah and Cynthia”
Circe felt stupid, really stupid. She had dressed up for this. Let herself believe it was some kind of date when it wasn’t. She suddenly thought that she must look like an idiot in her extravagant dress. All for this little dweeb who was just out to get his dick wet. She fumed internally. Utterly consumed by shame and disappointment.
“Wow, Circe. You dressed up. Come get a drink with us”
“O-ok”
Not knowing what to say, she walked over and joined them at a nearby booth. Feeling ridiculously overdressed.
The rest of the night proceeded fine. Cynthia and Deborah had probably been instructed to view Eric as their master because they cooed and fawned over him with a single minded devotion. Typical. But Circe couldn’t be too cross with the little idiot. She had basically pushed him into making the damned wish. He wanted to wish to be her friend just that morning for fuck’s sake.
Usually Circe liked to keep her wits about her. Tonight was shaping up to be pretty shit though. So She allowed herself to let her guard down just a bit and indulge in a few pitcher or two with the group.
Besides, what was really bothering her was the fact she’d let Eric be corrupted by her. He’d probably already used his new mind control powers to force these two girls to take his virginity. There was a renewed sense of shame welling up within her as she realized that he’d probably have lost it to some cute girl who really liked him if she just hadn’t interfered.
She stared pitifully into her drink. Feeling more or less like a monster. Which she knew she actually was. Just beneath the surface.
“Hey, Circe”
She snapped back to attention as Eric called her name.
“You look a little lonely over there. Penny for your thoughts?”
That was an interesting turn of phrase. Probably a coincidence because Eric was too good a guy to read her thoughts after being expressly forbidden to do so. But then again...She glanced over at the two mind controlled girls that clinged to either side of the smug young man.
“...Excuse me”
Circe abruptly stood up and made a beeline for the washrooms. Which seemed to cause Eric some kind of concern. His face turned on a dime from total contentment to something like worry.
“Wait here girls”
The pair of babes tittered and giggled as he made haste to follow Circe.
-
Circe was more than a little tipsy as she stared herself down once again in the washroom mirror.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She said to herself. She honestly had no idea.
It wasn’t long before Eric burst in after her. Much to her own surprise.
“Hey! This is the women’s room! Y-you can’t be in here!”
Eric furrowed his brow and touched two fingers to his temple. Like he was a fucking X-man or something. In short order, all of the other women vacated the washroom at once.
“You fucking loser!” Circe was livid. “I gave you that power with no strings attached. Don’t use it for...for evil!”
“I’m sorry. I Just...you seemed upset. Was it something I said?”
Something he said, what a joke. No, actually it was the fact that he had invited her out on what really seemed like a date and showed up with two mindfucked sluts. That’s what had happened.
“...Eric, are you stupid?” Circe was mad, but mostly hurt. “Have you not detected that perhaps I’m really not your friend? Like, you must be familiar with Faust, at least in passing? Are you really not clueing in that perhaps there’s something wrong with me? And maybe this whole situation is going to turn out fucking bad for you?”
“That’s...a lot of questions at once” He snarked.
“Ugh, It was basically one question. You know I’m a monster, right? A creature right out of myth that eats men alive?”
He paused for a long moment before opening his mouth again.
“Well, you could at least buy me dinner first”
“Can you be serious?” Circe rolled her eyes so hard that it was practically audible. But his little joke had served to lighten the considerably serious mood that had followed her little outburst.
“Look, I’m sorry I brought the girls. I didn’t know you’d be mad”
Circe turned bright red.
“I’m not mad about the girls!” That was a fucking lie and she could tell that Eric knew it. Even without reading her mind. “Make yourself a whole harem of stupid sluts. That was my suggestion, remember?.....I’m not mad about the girls!”
“...But you’re not crazy about them either?”
“Shut up! That’s lame! Stop making jokes!”
“I can’t help it” He winked. “I just can’t stop telling jokes when I’m pants-shitting terrified”
He was joking again, of course. At least Circe hoped he was. She didn’t want him to be scared of her. In fact, she had loved it when he was just crushing on her. Totally oblivious to what she really was. Perhaps he had just been fooling himself on purpose. Pretending that she wasn’t a monster when everything about her was so obviously fucking dangerous. But, why would he even want to do that? Want to see something good in her when it wasn’t there at all…
She wiped a single tear from her eye before it could escape. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she cried at all. Wolves did not cry over lambs. She collected herself and walked over to him. Placing a little kiss on his cheek.
“Come on, you moron. Let’s go back and finish our crappy beer”
She strutted out. Leaving Eric to mull over what he had just experienced.
-
Circe was able to be calm and enjoy herself for the remainder of the evening. Eric eventually reemerged from the women’s room, looking a fair bit more sober than he had when walking in. Deborah and Cynthia continued to indulge heartily in what was left of the beer. Even while She and Eric refrained from any further intoxication.
They found themselves alone at last after the crowds had dispersed. Save for a single bartender who had remained behind to tidy the place up after the night’s festivities. Eric’s sluts were practically passed out. Almost completely insensibly drunk.
“So” Circe said, breaking the silence. “You’ve had your fun. How about another wish?”
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