“You were infected?” I asked Rashida as she sits there, so stoically that it is creepy. She such an odd, creepy, yet s****l vibe about her. It is like I would like to run away from her as fast as I can. But I stuck here, staring into her eyes. Sure enough she has the makings of a toxic person.
“Infected? What do you mean by that?”
“A Demon got to you right?”
“No, I was born a Demon.”
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“Come again?”
“I was born a Demon. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”
“Ho…how were you born a Demon.”
“I assume the same way that you were born.”
“But how are you in a human body?”
“I eliminated the consciousness of the person who was busy occupying this body and replaced it with my own.”
“You killed that woman?”
“Killed is not the right word. Her consciousness is just no longer here.”
