As I gazed into the mirror, I found Harper grappling with sleep. She tossed and turned, trying to settle into a comfortable position. She wore my favorite color tank top and a tiny pair of matching panties. Did she know I would come to her tonight? Placing my hand on the glass, I focused on her breathing, biding my time until her slumber overwhelmed her.
Once I stepped through the mirror, I would gain access to her inner-thoughts and rawest desires. She would be mine. The eternal battle of good versus evil raging inside me was no longer a conflict. Why?
Because I chose the demon.
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