Bree Baxter here, babes! Ever been licked by a shadow demon? No? Just me? 🤷♀️ Check out this wild sneak peek from an upcoming episode and dive into the chaos!
The temperature drops so fast I can see my breath, except suddenly, I feel something else.
Something wet.
A slimy, hot tongue drags across the back of my neck—slow and deliberate, like it’s tasting me. My skin literally crawls with revulsion, my stomach flipping so hard I almost gag. I want to scream, but the sound is frozen in my throat. I’m locked in place, trembling, as the disgusting heat of it lingers on my skin.
I glance at Chad—his eyes go wide, like he’s staring at the actual devil. His face drains of color, mouth hanging open, and he stumbles backward, pointing at something behind me. His lips move, but nothing comes out. Useless.
And me? I’m still paralyzed, the slick heat of that demon tongue burning into my neck.
Without thinking (because thinking is definitely not my strong suit right now), I yeet the vial toward the mirror like I’m flinging the remote when the Wi-Fi crashes mid-binge. It smashes on impact, black liquid splattering across the glass, thick and oily like a cursed lava lamp. The shadow lets out this ungodly screech—like nails on a chalkboard if that chalkboard were cursed by every demon in existence....