Her new body was spectacular.

From the moment she awoke, she was able to move perfectly well, and there was no pain whatsoever. It was pure bliss in comparison to dying.

The body listened to her when she raised her hand in front of her face.

Her skin appeared soft and fairly pale, littered by the odd freckle here and there. The skin of her forearm had a slight layer of fuzz - small brown hairs that didn't stand out, but weren't invisible either.

Her hands were moderate in size, with long fingers and veiny contours extending down the back of both hands.

The veins of her slim wrist were a mix of green and blue; a teal ocean trapped beneath the body's largest organ.

The feature that stood out most, however, was the stark black ink of a snake tattoo wrapping around her wrist. She couldn't discern whether it signified her presence or was there coincidentally, but didn't let that bother her. It didn't matter to her either way. She liked the tattoo regardless.

She dropped her arm and pulled her body upright, feeling the muscles in her abdomen tighten as they easily moved her. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed, placing her feet flat against a soft white rug.

Her body was light and strong, shifting with ease. She noticed a lack of fat around her middle as she sat upright, her belly folding only slightly. The movement caused a slight rush of air to brush past the small hairs on the back of her neck.

She stood up, taking in the undoubtedly expensive decor. Opposite her was a large pair of curtains stretching down the length of the wall, a soft golden glow illuminating the room through them. The wall facing the bed contained large doors made from a polished dark wood, which she assumed led further into the home.

When she turned around to see behind her, a grin stretched her mouth at the sight.

Multiple chairs lay either side of a small island with a quartz countertop, which in turn lay quite a way in front of a massive walk-in wardrobe that occupied the full length of the back wall. There was a lone door tucked in the corner, discreet in appearance in comparison to the rest of the room.

The wardrobe was full to the brim with clothes, each of which looked to cost more than she earned in a year. It was well organised, with each item of clothing belonging in defined sub-groups within the wardrobe.

The styling of the room was modern and sleek, but lacking in individuality. It told her nothing other than that she possessed wealth.

She wondered what job would enable her to live such a luxurious lifestyle, or if she was living off of a hefty inheritance.

Her excitement expressed itself in a small shuffle of joy that could not be expressed with words.

Readjusting the strap of her silk nightgown, she walked to the double doors and pushed them open.

A long carpeted hallway stretched out before her, multiple doorways littering the walls. At the end of the hallway stood a large thick column of glass and metal, with a spiral staircase snaked snugly around it, molding into the floor where it met it's edge. There appeared to be an opening in the glass, and a button lay embedded in the section of metal frame to the right. An immense wall of curved glass lay beyond that, giving a stunning view of the city beneath. The plump, decked gardens outside gave way to a steep decline that allowed her to spy the tiny buildings of the city below, which stretched the width of the horizon. She instantly found herself anticipating the night-time view.

Some irrefutably overpriced paintings decorated the lengths of wall between doorways, varying in both style and subject. She found most of them to be of bad taste, unlike her room, leading to the conclusion they were purchased more for possible company, rather than her personally.

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Her voice sprung up, a soft sound of disapproval emanating from her throat. This gave her an idea.

"Mika." she tested.

Her new name seemed the most appropriate of test material, and the name fit snugly on her tongue. Her lips felt full as they pressed together to form the 'm' sound, and luckily her mouth didn't feel overly large as it widened into an 'ee' sound.

Her voice was extremely pleasant, and nowhere near as pitchy and whiny as she had expected. Instead, it was fairly deep and exquisitely sultry due to it's smooth, full, intimate sound. It felt as refined as the rest of her. Satisfied with her voice, she continued the exploration of her home.

As she peeked through the first door, she became aware of a craving within herself. There was something she was looking for, even if she didn't know what that was.

She was missing something.

Barely sparing a glance at the room, she decided to see if she lived with anyone. That would be vital information, wouldn't it?

She turned on her heel and opened the door on the right. A bathroom, no signs of life within.

The next couple of doors on the right were rather sparse bedrooms, leading her to believe they were for guests. Opposite those was what appeared to be a study of some sort, but she didn't pry.

Instead, she moved speedily to the spiral staircase, quickly jogging down to the ground floor.

Upon closer inspection, the column of glass and metal was identified as an elevator shaft.

She had a personal elevator.

Her grin returned at the price tag that particular item would have been attached to.

As she neared the base of the stairs, the glint of a full-length mirror caught her eyes, and she stole the first glimpse of her appearance.

Raven hair was in a messy, slept-in bun atop her head, making her pale skin appear paler still. Pewter grey eyes peered at her, silvery grey highlights shining curiously. Thick lashes lined both eyes. Her nose was dainty and dusted with freckles over the bridge. Her lips were a pretty pink, and just as full as she'd imagined.

The sound of a low, loose exhale snapped her head to the right, where she stared into the living room.

A crop of black hair was the first thing she saw. Her eyes traveled down, absorbing the sight of a man's profile.

Following down from his head was a slim, toned body, currently stretched out in a comfortable position. His clothes were casual and designed for comfort.

Her heart thumped in her chest as her gaze returned to the face - so intently focused that it hadn't yet noticed her.

Her feelings were too strong for them to not have been intimate, as evidenced by the tingling between her legs. The fact that she was growing aroused by merely laying eyes on the male told her all she needed to know, leading her to concede to her body's desires.

She walked over to the male, climbing onto his lap and wrapping her arms around him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck and lightly inhaling his scent.

The rumbles of his laughter vibrated through his chest, his arms closing around her.

"Hey, sis ."

This was said in a playful tone, but it caused her entire body to momentarily tense as memories unfurled before her.

They walked together, hands interlocked, much younger, returning home from school. She skipped along beside him, skirt swaying and backpack hopping on her back.

In the next moment, they were laughing together, swinging back and forth, out late at the park to avoid going back home - their father would be home by then. Ghosts of wind ran circles around her, just as it had then.

The memories morphed again. Flashes of intimate exchanges overtook her. His lips on burning skin, the caresses of his fingers, the echoes of moans and feelings and pleasure; indescribable, overwhelming pleasure.

It was a lot to take in, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away from his embrace. The immense warmth in her heart glowed too strongly, chasing away everything but her love for him.

"I missed you." she mumbled, her hot breath bouncing off his skin to fan over her face.

She couldn't prevent her lips from pressing a light kiss into his neck, to which he drew away, craning his neck to capture her lips with his own.

There was something distinct about the way he kissed - soft and gentle, yet firm and dominating - that caused her to release a small hum of appreciation at the long-missed sensation.

Her heart thumped weightily in her chest as their lips detached.

His pale blue eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, laughing lightly. The sound was soothing, and she wished she could store it somehow.

"I don't usually get such a greeting. What's up with you?" he said, his gaze wandering casually over her face.

"I guess I'm just emotional, haha." she replied, lifting a hand to rest just under his ear. "Don't worry about it."

In truth, her heart hurt for a reason she couldn't discern, and unshed tears were stinging her eyes. The weight of her love for the man before her was crushing and all-consuming.

She had never felt love so strong before, and frankly, she was scared to death.

She knew she was already in over her head, but there was no going back. She would do anything for him, even if that meant doing the devil's deeds.

After all, how bad could it get?