"Jamie?" Tyler asked, holding up the sleight girl with one arm. "Are you okay? What just happened?"
Breathing heavily in an attempt to control the rampaging desires that were nearly overwhelming her, Jaimie looked up in Tyler's eyes. "He-He took something from me."
Her eyes glossed over as she began to examine magical theories that her conscious mind could not yet comprehend, but that some deep part of her was beginning to understand.
"That's why Jim came out," she whispered to herself, not realizing how she rubbed her leg sensously against Tyler as she spoke. "He wasn't controlled by it like I was."
"C-c-controlled?" Tyler squeaked. He turned beet red as Jaimie's hands slid up his shirt and caressed his chest. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing.
"The professor. He imprinted me. I thought it was to help me, but now I'm not so sure. It felt so right before to want to serve him, but now..."
"Serve the professor?" Did she mean Professor Cadabrio?
"I'm not imprinted on anyone now," Jamie breathed before inhaling the smell of Tyler's shirt. She ran her bare leg up his, and pressed her ample chest against his own. "I'm free."
"T-th-that's good," Tyler stammered.
"It can't last. Two-thirds of my mind is a slave girl, and one-hundred percent of my body too. If I don't imprint myself on someone by sundown, my mind will shatter against itself."
"Slave girl? I- What are you talking about?"
"My curse isn't like anyone else's, Tyler. It's complicated and extremely powerful. It changed my entire body and if it's not controlled it could destroy my mind. You have to help me."
"Help you? How?"
You have to...
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