Whispers in the Dark: My Complex Relationship with the Voices

Ever since I made that fateful deal, the voices in my head have been constant companions. They whisper secrets, tempt me with power, and sometimes even offer advice. Like how to please my Prince in ways I never could have imagined on my own. It’s a peculiar feeling, knowing that my sexual prowess is not my own, but rather the product of demonic guidance. The voices tell me exactly how to touch him, what to say, how to move. They’ve made me a goddess in bed, even though my actual knowledge of sex is embarrassingly basic – penis goes in vagina, right?

But here’s the thing: those voices don’t just stop at sexual tips. They have grander ambitions. They whisper about how to manipulate my Prince, how to turn him against his family, how to gain control over the kingdom. And sometimes, they go even further. Like when that Prince from another kingdom insulted me over my past as a servant. The voices were furious on my behalf, urging me to do unspeakable things to him – things that would have granted me his kingdom, but at what cost? I’m not sure I’m ready for that level of ruthlessness. Yet.

What worries me most is how convincing those voices can be. The more I listen, the more their suggestions start to sound reasonable. Maybe it would be easier if I just gave in, embraced the darkness within me. After all, why struggle with moral dilemmas when power could be mine for the taking? But then I think about who I used to be – the girl who cried at her mother’s grave and talked to animals for comfort – and I wonder if she’d even recognize the person I’m slowly becoming.