“Krystal, put some fucking clothes on.”
Erica commanded her voice laced with a hint of irritation. Krystal still in her dazed state, obediently picked up her discarded clothes and began to dress herself. The sight of her roommate's voluptuous body being covered once again brought a sense of normalcy back into the room.
“And stop bothering with the news”
Erica continued, her tone growing harsher. “You're way too stupid to comprehend anything they're saying.”
As the words left her lips, Krystal's face contorted in confusion. She glanced at the television screen where the news anchors were engaged in a heated discussion about the latest economic trends.
“ Wha...?”
Krystal mumbled, her brows furrowing as she tried to make sense of the complex jargon being thrown around. Her once sharp mind now struggled to understand even the simplest of sentences. The transformation was immediate and profound Krystal's intelligence had been stripped away by Erica's words. Erica watched as Krystal grappled with her sudden lack of comprehension, a smirk playing on her lips. The power she held was intoxicating she could shape reality with just a few words. It was a heady feeling, one that sent shivers down her spine.
“Krystal, you're starting to look like a turtle.”
Erica declared as her voice echoing in the silent room. The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Erica watched with wide eyes as Krystal's transformation began first it was subtle. Krystal's posture changed, her back hunching slightly as if weighed down by an invisible shell. Her neck elongated, stretching out from her shoulders in a peculiar manner that was distinctly reptilian. Her blonde hair receded into her scalp, leaving behind a smooth, bald head that shone under the room's light. Next came the changes to her face. Her nose flattened against her face, nostrils flaring outwards while her eyes bulged and took on a glassy appearance. Her lips thinned and disappeared altogether, leaving behind a small, beak-like mouth. Erica watched in morbid fascination as Krystal's arms and legs thickened and shortened, taking on a stubby appearance. Her fingers and toes fused together, forming webbed appendages that were more suited for swimming than walking. Finally, a hard shell materialized on Krystal's back, its surface rough and patterned like that of a turtle's carapace. It was an eerie sight - Krystal standing there in turtle-like. Erica couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. She was drunk on power, reveling in the chaos she could create with just a few words.
With a wicked grin, Erica pushed Krystal onto her back. The turtle-like woman flailed helplessly, unable to right herself due to her new form. Ignoring the pitiful sounds Krystal was making, Erica sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of tequila.
She uncorked it with a swift motion and brought it to her lips, chugging down half the bottle in a few belts. The liquid burned its way down her throat, but she barely noticed. She was too caught up in the thrill of her newfound power.
“I love doing cruel and unnecessary shit!”
Erica yelled, her voice echoing through the apartment. Her words were slurred, the alcohol starting to take effect but something else was happening to her mind turning more callous and cruel with a desire in causing senseless mayhem. Feeling bold and reckless, Erica pulled out her phone and dialed her mother's number. As soon as she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the line she blurted out.
“You're a pathetic, stupid, washed-up whore!”
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line as the transformation took place before her mother finally managed to stammer out a slow slurred confused response. But Erica wasn't interested in hearing what she had to say. She ended the call with a triumphant laugh, tossing her phone onto the couch where Krystal was still struggling on her back. Her actions certainly were cruel and unnecessary, but Erica didn't care she was drunk on power and alcohol.