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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Sock Puppet of DOOOOM!

By: Mistress Dyvia

Shiphra was a young woman of 25. She looked down at herself, she wore a modest black dress, her makeup was minimal, and her hair was up in its height bun. She had been requested to come downtown to see her aunt’s lawyer. She had ed away the previous week, and the day after she received the phone call. Somehow, it seemed important to still show up in Black.

Her aunt, technically her great aunt, was an odd one. She always seemed to have a sharp word for people. Shiphra always tried to be nice to her, she wasn’t nice to anybody, not even Shiphra. She was Rich, and quite frankly, she was stingy. Shiphra didn’t expect to get anything, but when the estate lawyer called her, She expected something small.

Instead, she found herself staring at the strangest clause. The first person to pray for her soul, was to receive a gift. It was a strange box, and she opened it to find… a sock puppet. It didn’t look particularly good or bad, it was a Red sock, it had these strange spirals for eyes, and what looked like an evil smile.

She looked back at the lawyer who also had more information. He tapped a book, it was at the church during the funeral, and she was one of three people who had signed the book. It was for those who would pray for her soul. She was the first one to sign it.

“Okay Shiphra, this is going to sound a little strange, but this was part of what she declared in her will. You have to put on the sock puppet, and this watch will go on your wrist. It will monitor how long you are wearing it, and you must keep it on your arm for one week. If you do that, you will win her entire inheritance worth nearly 30 million. About 2/3 of that is an investments and property, but there is just over 10 million in liquid assets. If you keep that sock puppet on your arm for the entire duration, it is all yours. If you fail, we move on to the second person in the book.”

She gave the sock puppet a strange look. “Seriously?” She picked it up with two fingers, “didn’t she have a deformed hand, why would she want to do that?”

The lawyer shrugged, “I can’t say, she took multiple psychological tests to make sure that her will couldn’t be disputed. Perhaps she wanted her heir to understand? Maybe she wanted someone to really work for it… I can’t say, that wasn’t part of our discussion.”

She paused for a moment, and then she put the sock puppet on her hand, and the lawyer put the strange watch. For some reason it felt more like an ankle bracelet that would be given to our least prisoner, but that was just paranoia, right?

As it was done, she looked at the lawyer, “what about washing my hands? Or any other sanitary type stuff?”

He shook his head, “you can’t take it off unless you want to lose the inheritance. I suppose you could always try to wash your hands with it on…”

Shiphra rolled her eyes, that did sound kind of stupid. Once their talk was done, she stood up, pointed the hand towards the lawyer, who stared at the socket for a moment, and then she spoke with a high-pitched voice, “thank you. Have a nice day.”

The lawyer smiled in return, “thank you, you as well.”

She went home and called her mother and told her about what happened. Her mother was surprised, she had known her mother’s sister as a downright mean person, she always did mean things, she was very manipulative… and despite everyone knowing it, she still got away with everything.

“Is it because she was rich?”

Her mother laughed, “I think she got rich because she got away with everything…” they laughed at that.

The following day, she found that the sock puppet was getting itchy. She would try to scratch it, and it would be fine for a little while but it never really stopped.

“Shiphra!” She turned around to see Keith. Her ex-boyfriend, they had a complicated relationship, mostly due to the fact that he had slept with her sister and got her pregnant while they were still in a relationship.

“Hey asshole.” not original, but it got the point across.

“Ouch!” He said grabbing his chest in mock pain, “things don’t have to be like that. We can still be friends.”

She rolled her eyes, “no, we can’t.”

“Why not?” He said in that way that he did when he was trying to win an argument, trying to make himself look like the good guy.

She threw her arms up in the air, “because you fucked my sister.”

He looked at the soft puppet, “is it true? That your aunt is going to leave you a fortune?”

Oh… so that was what this was about, he was getting ready to dump his new girlfriend, her sister… to get back with Shiphra, for the money.

Her eyes narrowed on him, and then she put the sock puppet in his face and he looked right at it, “why don’t you go take a long walk off a short pier.”

To her surprise, he didn’t even say another word as he turned around and walked away from her. They seem to be a warmth coming from the sock puppet, but she dismissed that.

She went and saw a movie by herself… because that was actually something that she liked to do, sitting in one of those nicer reclining chairs, huge ass screen, snacking on some unsalted popcorn. That was a good afternoon when she wanted to be by herself.

She left the theater, and found that there were a couple of text messages. Her mother had said something very strange, Keith was in the hospital. Apparently, he had almost drowned. Giving her final words to him, that did set off some red flags for her. Why the hell would he do that?

She either texted her reply, “what happened? Where?”

Her mother quickly responded, “down at the marina, apparently from what people said he just walked off the edge and fell into the water.” There were more details, but none of them made sense aside from the idea that he had literally done what Shiphra had told him to do.

Despite everything, she finally convinced herself that that was a coincidence.

A little after dinner, there was a knock on her door. She opened the door, and her sister was there. “Hannah, I’m sorry about Keith, but I don’t want to talk to you.”

Her eyes were streaked with the mascara tears that had been running down her eyes, Her hand lingered on the baby bump that her clothes were clearly emphasizing, “Keith can’t afford the hospital bills, he’s not even awake at the moment… they don’t know if he’s going to wake up, he was under the water for too long before anyone was able to get him out.”

That was news to her, she didn’t know he was unconscious. “I’m sorry to hear that, but how is that my problem?”

Her sister looked down at the sock puppet, “Well, you’re rich now.”

Shiphra, shook her head, “not yet, still have to wear this for 5 and 1/2 more days.”

Hannah looked pleadingly, “why are you acting like a child? Can’t you just do one decent thing?”

Shiphra intended to poke her own chest with her finger, but instead found herself poking it with her sock puppet, “I’m acting like a child? You fucked my boyfriend…” pretending to act like a child, she held up the sock puppet in front of her sister’s face, “if I’m acting like a child, why the hell did you let him get you pregnant?”

Hannah immediately answered, “he’s probably not the father anyway.” And she looked confused like she didn’t actually understand why she said that.

Shiphra didn’t hesitate, “oh my God, are you fucking serious? You know what…” she used the sock puppet again, “just fucking leave, lose my address, forget my name, and be gone.” And her sister turned around and walked away. There seemed to be a heat in the socket, but she thought that might have been a coincidence given how hot mature blood pressure had risen through the conversation.

She texted her mother, “the baby might not be his.”

And then her phone got real quiet, her mother didn’t even respond, probably torn up with other things. Keith almost dying… might still die… and now her daughter was a whore.

Her dreams were weird, there seemed to be a shadow following her wherever she went. She woke up several times throughout the night.

She woke up and she was still tired. She did not sleep well. But she got ready and went out. She kept thinking about the weird encounters with Hannah and Keith. She looked down at the sock puppet, could it have been real?

She wanted to test it, but… she wasn’t exactly sure how. And then it occurred to her… She walked into a coffee shop, and approached a random person, she held like her sock puppet high until they had to look into its eyes. She handed over a piece of paper, “buy me that coffee.” the person just nodded their head, and several minutes later as they were walking out they dropped her coffee off in front of her.

She found herself itching at the warm sock puppet, but still found the words, “No fucking way.”

She took her coffee and walked out onto the sidewalk, was that just a coincidence? Maybe the guy was attracted to her? She had to think of something else.

She had a nail appointment, and when she walked in, she realized that she couldn’t even do one hand. She thought about skipping, and then mentioned what was going to the nail technician, at least in of the fact that she couldn’t take off her sock puppet. She thought about canceling, but the woman talked her into getting an infill to help keep her nails looking good. When it was time to pay, she held up the sock puppet, the woman looked at it with confusion “Maybe you should make me pay only half, since I only had half my nails done.”

The woman’s eyes seemed glazed, and she nodded her head, charging only half. Shiphra almost seemed embarrassed for asking that, a bit guilty, so she still tipped the full amount.

She waved her covered hand for a moment, she felt extra heat in the sock puppet and she was trying to cool it off. She looked at that watch, it had the time on it, but it was more of a countdown to the end. She’d be able to remove it and get her inheritance. Part of her didn’t want to get rid of it, this was almost fun.

As Shiphra stepped outside, she suddenly heard a, ”watch it, lady!” She stuffed back quickly, and found herself almost being plowed over by a guy three times her size. A bit buff, and definitely not watching where he was going. Why the hell was he walking so quickly that close to the doors to all the businesses along the sidewalk?

“Watch it yourself!” She retorted.

The man came to a stop, and turned around to look at her. And started walking closer to her, “say that again.” No doubt that there was both intimidation and rage in his voice.

She held up the sock puppet, “you’re terrified of me.”

The man stopped, he almost seemed to be sweating. And then Shiphra stepped forward stomping her right foot on the ground in front of her… in front of him, between them.. the man stumbled back seemingly scared. “Get lost!” She screamed at him, and he ran away. He literally ran away…

And then there was an even more intense burning sensation in her whole forearm. “What the hell?” But just as quickly it was gone.

She needed a moment to process this, there were things that could have been a coincidence. But there’s no way that that was a coincidence. There is no way he would have indulged her given how he had been. This was real. She really did get a guy to buy her a coffee. She really did get the nail tech to give her a discount… and then it dawned on her, she really did make her ex walk off the pier… she needed to talk to someone.

She needed to talk to Katie. “Hey Katie, where are you?”

“I’m at that bar we went to last weekend with a couple of co-workers.” She said matter-of-factly..

“Oh…” Her voice could not hide the disappointment.

And Katie being the friend that she was, picked up on it, “they’re probably going to be going home soon, you want to meet me here? Have a drink?”

Shiphra nodded her head even though Katie couldn’t hear it, “yeah… that would be great if you don’t mind”

So an hour later Katie was laughing… and then there was a guy right next to them, “hey girl, did you wash your panties with Windex? Cuz I can see myself in them.”

She looked at him, “just, no.”

He looked at Shiphra as if hoping that she would have found that funny, “what she said.” That was about all it took to get the guy to walk away.

So Katie getting back to their conversation, “so you’re trying to tell me that that stupid sock probably can make people do things. Like against their will?”

Shiphra’s head bobbed up and down a couple of times in confirmation, “pretty much.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. I really am. And it’s weird because I’m noticing that every time I do it, it irritates my arm.”

Katie seemed contemplative, “you need to show me.”

Shiphra was unsure of exactly what to do, “who do you have in mind?”

“Me. And don’t have me do anything stupid, make me dance… I am not going to dance unless you can prove me wrong..”

That seemed easy enough, she held up the hand to her friend who looked into the eyes. Her friend kind of smirked, but Shiphra felt something strange in her hand, like her thumb started to quiver, almost started to move on its own. And then that voice came, something otherworldly, “go back to the guy with the shitty pickup lines, take him home, let him fuck you in the ass.”

Shiphra had no idea what the fuck just happened, the sock puppet spoke on its own. She looked down at it with confusion, but noticed her friend immediately stood up and started walking towards the other guy.

Shiphra stood up and tried to get in front of, she put her hands up in a placating gesture, “wait that’s not what you want to do.”

Katie looked confused for just a second, she looked at the sock puppet, and it spoke again, “don’t let her stop you. If she does stop you, she is not your friend.”

Katie gave Shiphra a hard shove, “don’t even try it.”

Shiphra was stunned by the conviction in her friend’s voice, and ended up standing there as she watched her friend go up to this random guy, flirt for a moment, and then the two left together.

She looked down at the sock puppet, “what the fuck are you?”

“Don’t mind me, humans are just fun things to play with. Like pet rocks, they don’t really serve any purpose… unless you throw them at somebody, it’s hilarious.”

“Are you a demon?”

It laughed, “close enough, I’m not an actual demon, you are talking to an actual demon, but the sock puppet is just a focal point for my power.”

Nope… no more… she tried to reach for the edge of the sock puppet, it was coming off. Now. Inheritance or not.

But there was something wrong, it seemed to be fused to her skin. She had heard stories of obese people fusing to their mattresses, or their couches, or their couches but this was just freaky.

She ran out of the bar, she didn’t even know where to go. She looked around… and she saw it, a church. She ran to it, she opened the door and walked inside. They were actually a half a dozen nuns, and a priest standing in a circle. They looked at her and saw the distress on her face, A couple of the nuns approached her, “are you okay?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think so. I know this might sound strange, but I think my arm is possessed by a demon because of the sock puppet I can’t get off.

The three women looked at each other, while the priest and the other two women started to come closer as well. Clearly no one believed a word that was being spoken. And suddenly her hand jerked forward and the three nuns were staring at the sock puppet, “you whores seriously need to fuck yourselves raw while reading demon erotica.”

Each of the three nuns have found their hands moving to different erogenous spots on their body. It was like they were going into heat, and without another word, the three women left.

The priest took immediate action, taking his black shirt off and throwing it on top of the sock puppet, and then using his belt to tie it. Her arm flailed, and the priest held it, trying to hold it in place. He grabbed another piece of cloth and tied it under her arm then around her wrist, forcing her arm to do the chicken wing, and nothing else.

“What happened?” The priest asked.

She told him what had happened since she had put the sock puppet on.

The priest looked down at the girl’s arm, “it needs to come off.”

“No, shit.”

The priest looked down as he put one hand on the back of his neck in contemplation. “I’m honestly not sure what the next step would be.”

She looked down at her arm, she could hear it. Trying to say stuff, muffled behind the priest’s shirt. “The thing is pretty much fused to my arm, that’s a medical emergency, I think I’m going to go to the hospital.”

The priests looked concerned, “that might not be the best idea. What if it does something to a doctor?”

“And what can you do for me right now?”

Less than an hour later, she found herself walking into the emergency room. She said there was something wrong with her sock puppet, she couldn’t get it off and it was starting to hurt. . She filled out the forms, and still nearly 2 hours later until she got to be seen by a doctor. “What seems to be the problem Ms. Parker?”

“I can’t get my sock puppet off, I’m not sure what happened, but it just won’t come off.” He nodded his head, he looked at her arm with curiosity. The unspoken question: why did she have it strapped to herself. He looked where it went, where there should be a seam between her arm and the sock puppet… and it didn’t have any give, it was fused to her skin.

“How long has that been like that?”

“Not long, I only put the sock puppet on a couple days ago as part of an inheritance.”

The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, “look, Miss… things like that don’t happen over a day or two, that must have been on your arm for a couple of months.”

She shook her head, “no, literally only a day or two.”

The doctor looked at the black shirt wrapped around her fist, “let me see underneath that.”

She shook her head, “not until you can get the rest of it off.”

“All right… let me see what I can do.” He left the room, he left her in silence. She didn’t know what to do, but eventually he returned, with a few other people from the hospital staff.

“Ms. Parker, this is Jeanette from psych, she’s going to want to ask you a few questions.”

“Why are you covering your hand?” she asked.

“I just don’t like it…”

“Can you please let us see your hand, we want to make sure it’s not injured.”

“Well, can you try to get the rest of it off first?”

“I think it’s better if we see what we’re dealing with entirely right now.” Jeanette told her firmly with an air of sympathy in her voice.

Shiphra sounded defeated, “I think it’s best if I just leave.” And she started to stand up, but realized that they were blocking the door. “Please… just let me go.”

“You have an injury, we need to see it. We need to take care of it, we don’t want you to lose your arm.”

Jeanette reached for the black shirt covering the sock bucket. Shiphra shrieked, “no!” They struggled with her trying to take the shirt off her hand, and then it finally happened. The sock but was free, it looked at the doctor, “Hold her down, You fuck.”

The doctor pushed her back onto the examination table. The hand twisted and looked at the others, “you three help him hold everything down but the left hand.” They can, felt her legs being forced to straddle the table, the doctor held her shoulders and her right arm in place.

The hand looked up at one of the women, “come around to her head. Hold it in place, pinch her nose.”

Another woman walked around and did exactly what she was told. Everyone was doing what the sock puppet had hold them to do. And then the left hand came up, and faced Shiphra, “ the mouth opened, and something black started to seep out, drip out. It started pouring over Shiphra’s mouth, she couldn’t turn her head, she needed to breathe… her mouth opened for a split second and something poured into her mouth. It tasted like Ash, and it was filling her mouth, her nose was blocked… she couldn’t breathe…

She swallowed.

Her body went limp.

She had read about locked in syndrome. Drugs that were supposed leave people unconscious during surgery, yet they were fully awake looking around. Unable to do anything. Unable to communicate.

That was suddenly Shiphra’s reality. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even look in the direction she wanted to look in. Her legs spread obscenely across this table, her arm not moving, her eyes focused on some point that she was looking at right before she swallowed.

And then she felt something, it was moving between her legs pushing inside of her. It wasn’t real… it felt like the things that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. And it moved steadily inside her, and it just kept going until it hit somewhere under her belly button, and then it started moving in different directions, filling her legs her arms, her head…

A moment later her head suddenly straightened. She did not do that. The sock puppet told everyone to let go. And she found herself sitting up. She wasn’t controlling this, something else was moving her body, controlling her limbs. And she swung herself off the bed, and she walked with such an awkward gait, eventually it got it right, but each step seemed to be uncoordinated, like her body had never walked before… but each step got a little bit more coordinated. She left the room, and walked down the hall, and then she entered the bathroom. She walked to a sink, and stopped.

She looked into the mirror, her eyes looked hollow, like there was no life in them. But her lips made a malevolent smile. And then she saw her hand come up, she used her good hand to take the sock puppet off.

Her hand was deformed. It was like a sack of skin, she could see her bones below it, but her individual fingers seemed to be gone. In fact, it seemed to have made a face and her thumb was the lower jaw.

She found herself looking at the mirror, it wanted her to look in the mirror.

Her left hand spoke, “if I’m the sock puppet, what does that mean to you?”

She felt something moving in under her jaw forcing her mouth to move, “I am the fuck puppet.”

To be Continued?