A demon in my bed

His hands and feet were tied to the bed and she was floating above it. When he had met her at the bar earlier and she had taken him home, he had been thinking that it had all seemed a bit too easy. She laughed at everything he had said, bought him drinks and then suggested they leave. When they arrived, she led him quickly to her bedroom, laid him down, and tied him up.

Even before she floated, he knew that something was wrong and that this whole night was a huge mistake. It was the way she spoke, fast, rambling, overly long explanations for things so simple, and she would often incantare in some strange language. He also starting noticing her breasts growing larger and smaller right before his eyes. At first he thought it was the vodka but when he saw them do it a few more times, he wanted to walk right out of her apartment. Of course he wished he had noticed her breasts doing that before she had him tied to the bed. She climbed up on top and levitated and it was then that he realized he was in big trouble.