"So you're saying," The therapist asked, "that you saw this 'demon' in your bathroom mirror?"
Ben nodded. "How long has this been happening?" The therapist added.
"No longer than last night," Ben replied.
The therapist pondered for a moment. "What was its name again?"
"Chaos," Ben muttered. At that moment, he felt something thick shift inside his chest cavity, releasing a gasp from the young man. "No therapist can help you," it sneered.
Nonono... Ben muttered under his breath. The therapist gave him a worried look. "I really don't think I can help you, and medications probably won't help either."
Ben walked through the alleyway near the therapist's office. God, did he feel hungry.
"Hey, didn't expect to see you here!" a familiar voice said. Ben looked up to see the therapist.
"I don't like this man," Chaos growled. Ben suddenly felt something warm envelop his entire body. He was soon seeing things from a different perspective. It was almost like his mind had merged with.. Something...
The therapist looked up in fear and awe. "What the hell are you??" he stammered, backing up against the wall. The monster grabbed him by the neck with a clawed hand and pinned him up against the wall. Its long, pointy tongue slithered out and slowly dragged itself across the poor man's face. It could taste his fear, and the monster enjoyed it. Got off on it, almost...
It could also sense the man's ever growing arousal. Another reason to end him right here and now.
"No! Put him down!" Ben shouted from inside the creature. Reluctantly, it dropped the man, making a small thud as he landed. He scrambled to his feet and ran off. The monster stepped back, shrinking back inside Ben.
