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The Possession Slut 1

Author: Abby
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 17:50:24

My name is Lila, and every twenty-eight days, I become a passenger in my own skin.

It started six months ago with a piece of jewelry a heavy, tarnished silver necklace I picked up in a shop that smelled of old paper and damp earth.

The woman behind the counter had looked at me with something like pity when she told me it was "cursed with a hunger that never sleeps." I’d laughed, paid the twenty bucks, and clipped it around my neck. I thought it was just gothic flair. I didn't know I was signin
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