[SPIRIT ARMS]
"You are promoted!" your boss happily announces to you.
After your long talk with him, you return to your office. You get your winning ticket in the lottery to claim your prize tomorrow. You call your model girlfriend and remind her about your movie date in three hours.
You check your Instagram account. Another five hundred new followers got added. They loved how you transformed from a puny geek to a hunky, successful corporate man.
You finally arrive at the dark room. You walked for an hour from your office to the old, rusty warehouse in the slums of the city.
You remove your clothes.
You wear your flesh toned briefs. You wear your harness.
In rubble you find the clear, dustless mirror.
You carry it.
You try to find a place. You heft the weight of the mirror in your arms.
Then you finally find a spot.
You hang it there.
Your reflection disappears.
A smoky spirit diffuses out of the mirror.
The spirit shaped like a man with many arms floating on his back.
"Are you happy now?" the spirit with a thundering male voice asks you.
"I want to be happier," you reply.
"What else do you want. Beauty. Money. Fame. Career. Girl. What else?"
"I want to own a house. The one in the middle of the most expensive village in this city."
"Okay. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Then the arms started flying to you. Then each entered each orifice of your body.
You feel the pain as the spirit gets another parcel of your soul.
You close your eyes. You start enjoying the smoky arms hitting your ass and jacking your dick.
You want more. You want more.
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