Obedience || BYOA || OTA
John hated being controlled by anyone, or even doing anything he disliked, but after the last exocism he had done, he began to feel weird. It wasn't until couple of weeks later that he realized something was wrong. It was just another night after sending demons who crossed the line down to their home, and on the bed with a half demon who suggested that they get kinky--and while John looked away, she placed a collar around his neck. That's when shit got weird. The entire night, John did everything that she wanted. He didn't want to do any of the stuff she wanted to do and there--she did it. It was fucking rape to John's eyes. It was the collar--or rather--what was it? Even before the collar he had come up to the hotel room completely reluctantly. So what the fuck was going on?
"...son of a bitch." He muttered as he sat at the back door step of a night club, smoking a battered cigarette. It wasn't just with the half demon, but with everyone else. He just did what they told him to do. It had been like this for the last few days, and it was like he had completely lost control over his body, "...shit..." John found his free hand upon the collar, this had attracted couple of other half demons to him. It was as though that this collar was a sign to everyone--as if they knew what John was currently going through. He had slept with at least fifteen half demons in the last few days. He hated this--he fucking hated it. His mind shouted no, he wanted to say no but when ever they rather--told him to do it or say it--he did it. He would when asked say no--but if they told him to say it? He would say it. "...I have to talk to Hennessy. Or Bee Man--shit anyone will do." He found himself standing up smashing the cigarette under him before digging into his pocket for his mobile, "Where the fuck did I put that piece of shit?" One of his hand was searching for his mobile, the other? Still picking at his collar so that he could somehow get it off. He couldn't stand sleeping with another half-demon tonight, at least, he knew the mentally he couldn't take it. Physically he could take what ever they threw at him, but mentally? He couldn't take it anymore.
"...son of a bitch." He muttered as he sat at the back door step of a night club, smoking a battered cigarette. It wasn't just with the half demon, but with everyone else. He just did what they told him to do. It had been like this for the last few days, and it was like he had completely lost control over his body, "...shit..." John found his free hand upon the collar, this had attracted couple of other half demons to him. It was as though that this collar was a sign to everyone--as if they knew what John was currently going through. He had slept with at least fifteen half demons in the last few days. He hated this--he fucking hated it. His mind shouted no, he wanted to say no but when ever they rather--told him to do it or say it--he did it. He would when asked say no--but if they told him to say it? He would say it. "...I have to talk to Hennessy. Or Bee Man--shit anyone will do." He found himself standing up smashing the cigarette under him before digging into his pocket for his mobile, "Where the fuck did I put that piece of shit?" One of his hand was searching for his mobile, the other? Still picking at his collar so that he could somehow get it off. He couldn't stand sleeping with another half-demon tonight, at least, he knew the mentally he couldn't take it. Physically he could take what ever they threw at him, but mentally? He couldn't take it anymore.