Jane shut the door behind her, stopped, and thought about what just happened. It started off as just motherly concern, but ended up turning into something else entirely. What was happening to her? Where were these sick twisted thoughts coming from? And why was she having them just now?
She looked over at her husband Jim, who was still sleeping. He looked so peaceful lying there. So ... helpless.
Jane walked to her husband's side of the bed and sat down. As she watched her husband, sick erotic images flashed across her mind. Images of things she had never done and would never do to her husband. But regardless, these images and notions made her grin. Her reaction to these thoughts, unlike the thoughts she had with Jon, Karyn, and Zoe, aroused her. She didn't feel disturbed by them in the slightest.
Her husband opened his eyes. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.
"Just thinking about you," she answered, before bending down and kissing him. Then she plunged her tongue into his mouth, causing him to push her back.
"Whoa, honey. Where did that come from?"
She grinned. "Just feeling a little naughty this morning."
"Yeah, well. Maybe we could do that another time. I've got to get ready for work." He sat up, but Jane pushed him back down. "Jane."
She took off her nightgown, leaving only her bra and panties. Then she pulled the covers back and pulled his underwear down, exposing his manhood.
"Jane, what are you doing?"
Without answering, she licked the tip of his penis and smiled.
"Jane."
Then she wrapped her mouth around it and sucked it.
"Jane, you know I'm not into this sort of thing. Stop it."
But she didn't stop. She kept sucking and sucking and sucking until her husband squirted into her mouth. As she sat back up, Jim saw white goo dripping off her chin.
"Jane, what's going on with you?"
She looked down at him and smiled, as more violent things entered her mind. She had no idea where they were coming from, but she was starting to like them.
"Jane, will you answer me?" Jim asked.
She poked his left arm with her nail, then dragged it down to his hand, pressing more and more as she went, piercing the skin and causing blood to dribble out. Her husband started to freak out, so she kissed him, muffling his screams of pain. When he had passed out from the terrible pain and his muffled screams had stopped, Jane backed away from her husband and grinned.
She looked at his bleeding arm, then proceeded to lick the blood off. It was all so sick and erotic, and Jane was loving it.
Then she left the bedroom, still wearing only her underwear, blood and semen dripping from her mouth. The bathroom door was closed again and she could hear shower water from inside. But more importantly, Jon's bedroom door was open, which meant he probably wasn't in there.
She smiled. It was the smile of a psychotic personality. Which was basically what she was now. It was still her, though, not the creature. You see, when the creature takes over someone, it only takes over the body. It doesn't merge with the mind of the body. It's totally separate. Like a second mind. The original mind is just pushed aside and the creature has no access to its memories or knowledge. Not that it would care. It only wants the body, it doesn't care about the soul.
So, this was still Jane, but her judgment and actions were being heavily influenced by the evil of the creature. At this point, her subconscious mind was the only part of her mind that was fighting the creature. Her conscious mind had given up. She was starting to love her violent erotic thoughts.
It was close. The creature had almost won. Soon, her body would be its and it could use it however it wanted.
Jane opened Jon's bedroom door and walked in.
