“No Hanz! I don't want to rob this bank and take all their money for myself! That would be immoral!” Taylor complains as his hands continue to move and put the black ski mask over his face.

“He he he. You have no choice Taylor. You have to steal this money and deposit it into your own bank account or the consequences will be very bad! Do as I say! I'm your boss now!” Hanz says, hovering over Taylor and haunting him like a ghost.

“Oh no! My body is moving on it's own and I'm walking into the bank with a gun! What do I do?” Taylor says as he walks into the bank and waves his gun around, watching as people scatter to avoid him. “Sorry everyone! You have to give me all your money! Hanz told me so!” Taylor yells out with sadness in his voice.

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…

“No Hanz! I can’t take this supermodel’s virginity and make her my wife! That would be immoral!” Taylor says as his hands move to remove his clothes.

“He he he! Unfortunately you have no choice, Taylor! I’m in charge now! I order you to fuck this chick and cum on her face or the consequences will be dire!” Hanz says as he hovers over Taylor’s shoulder.

“Oh no! My dick is hard and I’m climbing onto the bed! Sorry miss supermodel, you’re super hot and my body can’t control itself! Curse you Hanz!” Taylor says as he climbs on top of the beautiful lady.

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…

“No Hanz! I don’t want to incite a rebellion so that I can crown myself as king and have all the money and women I want! It’s immoral!” Taylor says as his hands move to start buying a bunch of illegal weapons on the dark web.

“He he he! Unfortunately—”

***BOOOM***

Taylor is immediately startled awake. Thunder was booming and crackling in the background. “Ughhh…” Taylor groans as he sits up, wondering what was going on. I was having such a nice dream too… Taylor thought as he looked over to his side. Sylvie wasn’t there.

Taylor removes his blanket and gets out of bed before pausing to stretch and yawn. Damn, I feel so comfortable right now. He thinks before leaving to look for Sylvie.

“Honey, where are you?” Taylor says as he passes the living room and walks into the kitchen. Not here either. He thinks before his eyes were drawn to the white flashes of lightning. Fuck, it’s really heating up out there. He thinks before the white flashes start coming faster until eventually it lit up the kitchen and lingered.

“Fuck.” Taylor exclaims. Is that right outside? He thinks as he moves for the sliding door.

Taylor exits the house and his eyes widen as he looks up. The thunder and lightning were going rampant, and hovering in the air outside the backyard was Sylvie. Her hair was flowing wildly in the wind and her arms were outstretched as she struggled to control her power. Suddenly a white flash of lightning struck down and a loud boom was heard as Sylvie was engulfed in the white light.

“Fuck!” Taylor exclaims, wanting to rush in but unsure if he should.

The lightning faded and Sylvie continued to hover in the air, unharmed as her eyes glowed with a silvery-white light.

“Holy fuck. She reached the seventh stage.” Taylor exclaims, unsure if he was still dreaming.