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Twisting the paper in her hands, which, judging by the neat folds, had only recently been carefully tucked away, Jenna giggled and poured herself another glass of wine.
— God… what the hell have I come to, h-i-c… — Jenna laughed, but the sound came out broken. She buried her eyes in the paper — the same crooked scribbles of a spell that, sober, would have seemed like childish nonsense.
— “Read it three times, drip it with wine and imagine his face”... — she mumbled, staggering toward the table. The laptop flickered in the darkness — YouTube was frozen on a clickbait video titled “Succubus caught on camera!!!”
She burst out in a raspy laugh:
— Oh yeah, Dylan, that one’s just right for you.
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— What, you planning to chew snot at me, Jason?! The money has to be here today! Today, goddammit! — Dylan was yelling from across the city, in his luxurious but cluttered apartment. On the table before him lay a phone, an ashtray, a whiskey bottle, and a crumpled wad of cash.
On the other end of the line, Jason tried to explain himself:
— Dil, I told you, people are stalling… they promised by Monday…
— I don’t give a fuck what they promised! — Dylan jumped up, knocking the chair aside. — Either you bring it by midnight, or start looking for new lungs, you got me?!
He threw the phone onto the couch, grabbed his glass, and downed the last of the whiskey in one gulp. Sweat rolled down from his temples to his neck, and something inside him clenched. His chest burned, as if someone was crushing his heart with a red-hot hand.
— Fuck… this heat’s insane… — Dylan yanked at his shirt collar, unbuttoning it.
With a heavy sigh, he stood up, slammed his fist against the table so hard the nearby lamp rattled, and headed toward the AC remote — but never made it.
A sudden jolt ripped through his chest, like something inside had torn the muscles apart. Dylan doubled over, gasping for air, and at the same time felt something moving under his skin, pushing against his ribs.
— Wh-what the fuck… — he wheezed, bracing his palms against the wall.
His hand reached for his head, and under his fingers he felt a hard lump. At first small, like a bone pressing through the skin. But as he groped at it in shock, it grew, stretched, and bent backward...Full story (8 000 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon