Jim managed to plant his foot just right, flinging Sharon off. Unbeknownst to him, as she fly off him, her fingernails went along his arm. It wasn't a deep scratch, but it really didn't have to be. The virus began to seep into his system.
"Oof!" Sharon grunted as she landed on her back. Jim sprang to his feet and ran out of the room. Sharon sat up, reaching out toward the fleeing Jim. "Jim! Come back!" she cried. "I just want to make you into a sexy goth slut like me! We can even fuck afterwards!" Climbing to her feet, Sharon turned to her mistress. "I'm so sorry, Mistress...I failed you. I'm prepared to face my punishment."
To her surprise, the demon patted her on the head. "No, no, my dear," she purred. "You did even better then I could hope. You've infected your little boyfriend...but the infection will take time before it takes control. By then, he'll find more to change." Truly, she couldn't have planned it better.
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Jim ran, his heart pounding. He had to do...SOMETHING. What, he had no idea. He was a nerd, not an occultist! How do you cure something like this? First, he'd need to find a lab...then... His arm itched. He couldn't see it, but the skin around the scratch was slowly losing color.
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