““I said, ask.” “Nicely?” Justin enquired. “I doubt you’re capable of nicely outside the seance room.” Justin bared his teeth, then let himself go languid in the chair, raising his arms behind his head. “Oh, Mr. Roy,” he murmured through a shameless pout. “Please, sir, I’ve the wickedest spirits upon me. I’m quite at their mercy.” He hooked a leg behind one of Nathaniel’s powerful thighs. “I can’t help myself, sir, I’m consumed by their influences.” He tugged Nathaniel’s hand to his chest, sliding his fingers between shirt buttons. “Oh! Oh, sir, is it a spirit hand I can feel on me?” “If you don’t stop talking like that—” “Please sir, drive them out of me,” Justin begged. “I can’t control myself.” “Are you going to stop it?” “I can’t,” Justin panted. “I’m a slave to the lower spirits. Oh, the things they want me to do to you. Filthy, terrible things, sir.””
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