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not to mention the gorgeous face, hair, and eyes, she
was a ten in his opinion.  Or was, he corrected himself.  Not the
dead body in his living room of course, but the memory of the woman, even
despite knowing for certain what she was.  It was… fucked up.
    He’d stared at her empty eyes for hours, a conflict deep
within him.  Where had the power come from, the power over life and death
itself.  Was it some game of the aliens, had they done this to him? 
To what end?
    He’d eventually gotten up when dawn broke, the light coming
through the window snapped him out of his shock.  He’d cleaned up his
blood on the floor and then jumped into the shower.  He shook his head as
he shut off the water.  He was clean, and couldn’t take the cool water any
longer.
    He shivered as he moved back to the living room in a towel,
grabbed a bottle of water, and stared at the light coming in through the
window.  He’d need to move out soon and find food if he wanted to survive,
his stomach was so tight.  He looked at the rat considering his
predicament, perhaps he had a way he could be a little safer.  He turned
toward Cynthia, found that empty spot, and instinctively poured energy into
her.
    Her body twitched and moved, and he could see the color of
her skin return as her heart started to beat, and she blinked as life returned
to her eyes.  Strictly he supposed, she was still dead.  She lacked
that warm life spark inside her chest.  But he could see the intelligence
in her eyes, and she turned to him and smiled.  She got up on her knees
and bowed her head.
    “Master,” she said softly, almost reverently.
    He tilted his head, “Why are you bowing like that?”
    She raised her head and looked confused, “Because you wish
it master, I hear your will and obey.”
    He was bemused for a moment, as he examined himself
internally.  He’d never been one for self-reflection before.  He
supposed it was true, he did want her to obey him, and respect him.  So
she did.  He wasn’t sure how real it was, or rather if Cynthia even
existed here in some way, her memories were in there, and she seemed
intelligent, but her will was his, he didn’t think she had one anymore. 
He believed, or at least, he hoped the soul had moved on, he’d have a lot less
of a moral qualm about this if that were true.  After all, she’s done with
body now right?
    She was still smiling at him but lowered her eyes.
    “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked curiously.
    She nodded, “Yes, as you require.”
    He mused for a moment.  He wasn’t an asshole, or he
didn’t think so at any rate.  So he wanted her to obey, and be happy about
it.  He studied her for a moment, she really was beautiful.  Her dark
brown hair really shone in the light, and her large doe eyes made her appear
innocent, where her body was just… built for sin.
    She stood up and pulled the torn clothing off her body, and
he could only gape as she spun for him, and posed.  A part of him was
disgusted at himself, but he couldn’t deny he wanted it.  He was rock
hard, and if he hadn’t wanted it… she wouldn’t be doing it.  Still he felt
guilty as she flirted with him coyly, he even had the thought she’d been so
evil and such a user of others in her life, that it somehow excused him from
what he was doing now.
    He knew better than that of course as his mind squirmed, trying
to justify what his desires was causing right in front of him, he knew it was
wrong.  Yet, he did nothing to stop her when she walked up to him with
needy eyes, and then dropped back to her knees.  He had no way to hide the
truth from himself, morals didn’t stop the mind, and that’s what Cynthia, or at
least the semblance of her, was reacting to.
    He did nothing to stop her as she stripped off his towel,
and eyed his straining member hungrily, licking her lips as she looked up at
him with a smile.  He did nothing but moan, and breath harder as she
wrapped her soft warm pouty lips around