The creature stepping out of the shadows seems to be a strange little man, but more of a caricature of a man than a real man. His long slender fingers with gray fingernails are pursed together. He grins. His long yellow teeth gleam in the dim cave light.
"Ah, yes, that's the right amount of gold you've taken. Bought and sold. Nice," he rubs his hands together.
"Is this your gold?" you ask suspiciously.
"T'was, but's yours now. Fair trade, though you may think I'm getting the better of this deal."
"Those bones?" you suddenly ask nervously taking two steps back.
"Oh, just a former satisfied customer's. Soon yours will be there too."
"No, they won't-" you turn to run, but you cannot turn, you are frozen in place. He continues to approach but you cannot move. You break out in a cold sweat.
He moves within inches of you. You feel his hot breath on your face. His breath reeks. He raises a long stinky finger to your right nostril, and reaches inside. EW! No! You cannot speak. You only can moan helplessly, as he begins to stretch your nostril. Somehow your body is all rubbery, and he manages to pull your skull out of your skin. Then your vertebrae, shoulder bones, and so forth. You hear an awful slurping noise, as your bones are slid out of your muscles, skin and organs. You soon just a blob of skin and flesh. Somehow you're still breathing.
The little man positions your bones by the other sets of bones near the cave entrance. He comes back, and peels off his tight black spandex shorts. He is naked. He reaches and stretches your nostril again. You smell the stench emanating from his bare foot, as he steps inside you. You are impossibly stretched as the tiny alien creature climbs inside you. Arrgh, it hurts so badly. Oooh. It feels so sensual, so good. So terrible, so awful. So weird.
You stand up, you're able to move. No. Your body is moving, but you aren't moving it. Your body saunters deeper into the cave. You never saunter. You're a meat puppet. You snap your fingers, and a couple torchieres light up. There's a full-length mirror standing between them. You feel your hands removing your clothing. You stare at your now naked body posing in front of the mirror.
"Oh, yes, yes," says the little man's voice coming from your mouth. His long yellow teeth gleam from your smiling face.
You want to scream, mentally you do, but you're a conscious living meat puppet. You're his now. All bought and paid for with that stolen cursed gold.
You see an 18th century French chaise lounge with a naked man's skin lying across it. You pick it up, and carry it. You walk naked over to three huge wardrobe cabinets. One is open, and you can see several naked skins of various men hanging there. There are a few empty hangers. You pick one, and shove it in the mouth of the skin you are holding. You hang him up and close the wardrobe.
You prance? You skip? Damn, he's trying out different moves with your body, and apparently, he's quite happy about it.
Opening the next wardrobe, you see a variety of clothing. He selects bicycling gear. The white spandex with blue decorations leaves very little to the imagination, as he poses in front of the mirror again. This time he spends an inordinate amount of time staring at your ass.
"Yes, yes," he says as he rifles through your clothing. You take out your wallet, and phone, and keys. Then you hold your discarded clothing distastefully. You carry them toward the wardrobe, but you turn and instead put them into a trash can. Your jaw moves as he says, "Nasty baggy clothes. No use for them."
The deeper into the cave you descend, you realize it has been this creature's home for centuries. All sorts of furniture, decorator items, and appliances going back through history. You descend down some natural steps to a metal door. He steps out into the sunlight. You recognize the door, you thought it was a utility access door when you passed it earlier. He wheels out a bicycle, and locks the door.
As you start to pedal away from the hill, you stop and turn. You look back up the hill at the cave opening.
"Aw, almost forgot to lock the backdoor," he says, "Close sesame!" Then he claps your hands together. The cave opening rumbles and closes.
He resumes bicycling down the path. You realize he's headed toward your home. You seethe with anger and hatred, what right did he have to do this to you.
"Aw, you're bought and paid for, best get used to it," he says. Perhaps he can hear your thoughts, you wonder.
"Only if I want to," he answers with a giggle. You never giggle, at least not like that. "We do now," he adds.
We?