Tamara was walking alone on the empty beach when she heard a faint cry for help. Concerned, she hurried over to a small cliffside where a cloud of pink gas hovered. “Is this fog?” She asked herself while she walked closer and closer to what looked like a cavern. As she walked through the fog, a surge of pain ran through her body, and she realized that the gas was forcefully slipping down her throat.
Little by little, Tamara felt a fizzing within her chest. She wanted to throw up as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She shut her eyes and shook her head frantically. When her eyes finally opened, she looked down at her hands. To her horror, somebody else was controlling her body as her hands felt at her flat tummy. They crawled up to her breasts and gently squeezed them. “The sun feels so nice,” her lips said. “God, that was so fucking close. That could’ve ended badly. It’s a good thing this girl was coming by. I could’ve died.” Suddenly, a man called out to her.
Tamara tried to scream, but it was like she was locked away and suppressed. The body thief ignored her cries for help as her boyfriend came over. “You alright? I thought you wanted to go home. I’ve been looking for you for like half an hour.”
The body thief smirked. “Sorry. Let’s go.”
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