PURE | Wirina

13. You'll Sin For Me

Winter sat frozen, her eyes fixed on the table as Karina rummaged through the takeout bag, oblivious to the battle raging inside her. The demon's words echoed, taunting her, wrapping around her thoughts like a suffocating fog. You'll never be good enough for her, it hissed, you know that, don't you?

Karina, completely unaware, popped a prawn cracker into her mouth, crunching it between her teeth. She smiled brightly at Winter. "Found them!" she said, her voice light, as if everything in the world was perfectly fine.

Winter forced a smile in return, though it felt hollow. Her insides churned with conflicting emotions—longing, fear, desire, and dread. Karina was right here, so close, looking effortlessly beautiful in her casual clothes, her hair slightly messy but in a way that made her look even more enchanting. The soft lighting in the room cast a warm glow on her face, making her features look almost ethereal. Karina didn't need to try to be perfect—she just was.

And then there was Winter, her mind swirling with dark thoughts, the demon lurking in the back of her head, always waiting, always watching. She knew what she was capable of. What the demon was capable of.

Karina reached across the table, playfully nudging Winter's arm. "You're so quiet tonight," she said, her voice soft. "Everything okay?"

Winter's heart skipped a beat, her throat tight as she tried to speak. She couldn't tell Karina the truth. She couldn't say that the reason she was quiet was because her mind was a warzone, because the demon inside her was obsessing over Karina just as much as Winter was. But in a darker, more twisted way. The demon didn't just want Karina's attention—it wanted control. It wanted her.

"I'm fine," Winter lied, her voice barely steady.

Karina raised an eyebrow, sensing something wasn't right. She leaned in closer, her elbow resting on the table as she studied Winter's face. "You sure? You seem... distracted."

Winter's breath hitched in her throat. Karina was so close now, her presence intoxicating. It was hard to focus with her so near, with the warmth of her body just inches away. Winter's gaze flickered down to Karina's lips, then quickly back up to her eyes. She cursed herself silently, her mind racing.

She doesn't know, the demon whispered, its voice a soft hum in Winter's ear. But she will. Soon enough, she'll see what you really are.

Winter clenched her jaw, trying to push the demon's voice away. But it was relentless, its obsession with Karina growing stronger with each passing second. The demon wasn't just teasing her anymore—it was fixated, consumed with the idea of possessing Karina, of having her all to itself.

"I'm just... thinking about a lot," Winter said, her voice strained as she tried to find a way out of the conversation. But Karina didn't back down. She leaned in even closer, her eyes narrowing with playful curiosity.

"Oh?" Karina teased, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Thinking about me, maybe?"

Winter's pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't lie—Karina was all she ever thought about. Day and night, in every quiet moment, her thoughts always wandered back to her. And the demon's thoughts, too.

Karina's smile softened, her teasing tone replaced with something more sincere. "It's okay, you know," she said gently. "If you ever need to talk... I'm here. For whatever's on your mind."

She's so sweet, the demon sneered, so trusting. You should tell her, show her what's hiding inside you. Let her see the real you.

Winter flinched, her stomach twisting with the weight of the demon's words. She wanted to be better. She wanted to be the kind of person Karina deserved, not the freak, the weirdo who stalked her every move, obsessed over her every word. But how could she be better with the demon constantly clawing at her mind?