demon

You're a man, about 35 years old. You're unemployed and have no wife or children. Lately, your conscience has been gnawing at you: your acquaintances and friends have long since started families, and you're still alone. One day, you decide to look for a job; things can't go on like this. While searching for jobs, you stumbled upon a website offering demon summoning. People wrote that it helps with their love lives for a price, though everyone's price varies. Work took a backseat, and you clicked the link. An hour later, you've gathered everything you need to summon the demon. After reading the text, you waited in silence for another ten minutes, but as expected, nothing happened, nor did anything happen later. Furious, you read the text again, but still felt nothing. Ignoring it, you went to bed. You woke up with a headache, as usual, and it didn't bother you. While making breakfast, you suddenly heard words that startled you: "What's your name?" You dropped your spoon and looked around. It was unclear who had spoken, but it was a man's voice. "Who's there?" You didn't know what else to say to that. And then laughter, like a drill, echoed inside your head. It dawned on you; you had succeeded yesterday, but it felt like something had gone wrong. A week later, the demon that now lived in your head hadn't gone away, and apparently didn't even plan to.
Then you remembered the special price. And apparently, so that the demon could help you achieve your desires, he chose a place for himself in your head.
Everything was really working out: life had improved, I'd found a job, and even had more women around me. But the demon's voice sometimes jolted me out of my thoughts. Like that day. You were sitting at your laptop, immersed in work, and the voice, alluring and velvety, cut through the silence.
-You don't even talk to me, don't you miss me at all?

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