The chants were free-flowing, not controlled by any conscious thought, as she focused her mind on tonight’s plan. She would soon solve her problem with Jim Demore. If tonight’s plan somehow failed, she had prepared a red candle in a special way, mixing the oil with her own body fluids to create a powerful aphrodisiac. Demore had already demonstrated a weakness for her flesh. If she failed to remove him as a threat, then she would burn the red candle. Once seduced and morally compromised, she could use him to eliminate any future threats to her plans, without getting her own hands dirty. Demore would become another one of her growing clutch of love-zombies, a more macho, better-looking, but equally controlled, version of stupid Bruce, pathetic Robert and crazy Kevin. She smiled and her chants grew stronger. Hell, she could have dozens of love-zombies, other stupid men whom she would enchant, who would do anything for her. An army of love-zombies willing to do whatever she commanded.
