David let go of Tim's arm and took a step back.
"Now," Tim said. "Who shall be the first to serve me?"
"Tim, you're obviously not well. Maybe you need ..."
"Silence! What I need is a servant. And you, my pitiful friend, seem to be the only one here."
Why was Tim talking like this? It was almost like he was someone else. Like someone was ... possessing him. Then it occurred to him. The creature could have entered his body and taken him over. He had seen sci-fi movies where that had happened. He never thought that it could ever be real.
"Tim, or whoever you are ..."
"Do I need to repeat myself? My name is Lord Setrie. And you will now be my servant," he said, reaching out to touch David.
