[Every step that brings the demon closer to him makes it that much harder to resist. Run and surrender splits him right down the middle. He's struggling, it's in his posture, the tightening of his jaw. Jack opens his eyes, gaze dark and heavy-lidded as the demon reaches out to cup his face. She leans in, whispering so many filthy promises, and somehow Jack knows it's over if those honey-dripping lips touch his skin.
He looks past the demon then, shifting his eyes to look over her shoulder and to Sharon. Jack reaches up to grip the thing's arms. His resistance is a brittle and dwindling thing, and so it's now or never.]
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He looks past the demon then, shifting his eyes to look over her shoulder and to Sharon. Jack reaches up to grip the thing's arms. His resistance is a brittle and dwindling thing, and so it's now or never.]