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Basil fell backwards and crawled up against the wall. The monster prowled toward him, closer and closer. It gave him an awful grin.

“I can give you what you want.” It enticed him. “All you have to do is accept me into your vessel.”

Basil’s breathing was erratic. He couldn’t think straight. All he could see were images of Dorian being seduced by Harry’s hedonistic lifestyle and vices. Getting up from the floor, Basil stared at the demon head on and gathered all of his courage.

“Yes,” he said, “yes, I accept to be your vessel. I just want to be with Dorian.”

The specter smiled, towering over its host. “I hope you remembered something hard to bite down on because the first time I crawl inside you hurts like nothing you can possibly imagine.” Warned the demon, placing its claws on Basil’s shoulders. “It’s claustrophobic for a while, but once I settled in we’ll both be breathing in synch before you know it.”

Basil took a deep breath. “Then do it. Anything for Dorian.”

The demon pierced its talons into Basil’s muscle tissue, as he let out a painful scream. Taking advantage of the situation, the creature turned into smoky mist and entered Basil’s mouth, slithering down his throat so it could take over his body.

The monster was right. It was the most painful thing Basil would ever experience. The pain was so immense, he fell to his knees and looked up at the portrait of Dorian and held his hand out as if the model was going reach out to him.

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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