Hellfire Jezebel: A Story of Becoming

My name is Jessy. I'm actually really famous, like Beyonce famous. Well I guess wanted is the better terminology, but I digress. (I can become really chatty so bear with me). Well I got my fame the old- fashion-millennial-way - a s*x tape. The last time I looked, the YouTube video just sailed past 300 million views. Unlike Kim Kardashian who just laid their under lame-ass Ray J like a damn limp s*x doll, I gave that "werk" like Rihanna. I must say whoever shot that video really got all my angles. There I was ebony skin glistening with red curls cascading down my back while I'm riding and grinding this middle-aged white guy with just the right mix of sensual and graceful. He starts trembling with his screams getting louder and louder, suddenly he gasps then lies there motionless. I threw back my head, grabbed off my wig, caressed my bald head and……..burst into a ball of fire and flew out the window. All viral 15 secs in a nutshell. That was 5 days ago. It was the first time I saw my other form. Five hours was all it took for the guy in the video to be identified as the (now late) CEO of a major pharmaceutical company, and for me to be linked to a recent string of deaths of high profile men internationally. Yes, internationally. Told you I'm famous. Most believe the video to be a hoax, but many are in awe of the black shape-shifting s*x goddess that can fly. I believe I may even have a cult started in my honor. Hellfire Jezebel is what they call me. Until feminist Twitterverse decided Jezebel was slutshaming and thought Jessy a more "woke" moniker. But the truth is I'm mortified, lonely and terrified. I don't know what I am. And I still don't know who recorded and uploaded the video. I'm being hunted. Oh and I'm hearing voices….