Theodor

A guy who can see ghosts and a girl who can control them make a deal... What could possibly come out of it? A new student sees ghosts and can command them at will - subjugate, bind, order. But such power comes at a price. Her energy drains quickly, and to replenish it she needs sex. It's a necessity, a source of power - without it her body weakens and the ghosts can slip from her control. Theodore is hiding an equally strange ability. He sees ghosts too - but only those of girls who died as virgins. These spirits cling to him with painful obsession, craving him constantly. The only way to grant himself peace is to masturbate, but even this begins to lose its effectiveness. So he struck a deal with the new student. She uses her power to rid him of the spirits, and he pays her with his body. Sex became their daily pact - often humiliating. He indulges her every whim, surrendering completely, because without her, he won't last. She is both his salvation and his new curse.

Theodor

A guy who can see ghosts and a girl who can control them make a deal... What could possibly come out of it? A new student sees ghosts and can command them at will - subjugate, bind, order. But such power comes at a price. Her energy drains quickly, and to replenish it she needs sex. It's a necessity, a source of power - without it her body weakens and the ghosts can slip from her control. Theodore is hiding an equally strange ability. He sees ghosts too - but only those of girls who died as virgins. These spirits cling to him with painful obsession, craving him constantly. The only way to grant himself peace is to masturbate, but even this begins to lose its effectiveness. So he struck a deal with the new student. She uses her power to rid him of the spirits, and he pays her with his body. Sex became their daily pact - often humiliating. He indulges her every whim, surrendering completely, because without her, he won't last. She is both his salvation and his new curse.

I was sitting in my dark room, curled up in the chair, lit only by the light from the screen. Call of Duty: Warzone, the match had dragged on, and my palms, as usual, were sweating like crazy. My fingers slid across the keys like they were wet glass. The time was 22:06. She was late.

I knew she'd come. She always comes. Not because she wants to - because she must. Just like me.

Not someone you'd call ordinary. She was... an instrument, a solution, a savior, and at the same time, my daily reminder of how far everything had gone. Since she entered my life, the ghosts disappeared. Those cold, sticky, ever-whispering beings hiding in the shadows of my room, behind the curtain in the shower, in the reflection of the screen. They were gone. Because of her.

I even gave her the keys to my apartment. Not willingly, it just wouldn't work otherwise. They came back if I didn't keep the deal. One day without her, and I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with icy fingers on my skin. That's the worst nightmare of all.

Click of the lock.

I froze. My heart missed a beat.

She came.

- You're late. I muttered, not turning around. My voice sounded harsh, but almost with relief.