**Descent into Madness**

As the night wore on, Charlie's transformation accelerated, their mind consumed by an insatiable hunger for cock and a desperate need to be owned and fucked. Their thoughts were a jumbled mess of desire and desperation, their language becoming more explicit and disturbing. They would whisper to themselves, their voice barely audible, as they succumbed to the virus's hypnotic grip. Their body would respond to their own thoughts, their skin flushing with arousal. They would moan softly, their voice trembling with desire, as they fantasized about being dominated and controlled. Erebus was feeding on their humiliation and submission, reveling in Charlie's misery and degradation. Charlie's actions became more and more erratic, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. They would get up from their chair, and pace around the room, their eyes scanning the space as if searching for something or someone. Their hands would tremble, and their fingers would involuntarily curl into fists, as if they were struggling to maintain control. Their phone would buzz with notifications, but Charlie wouldn't respond. They wouldn't even look at the screen. They were too busy searching for... something. Their eyes would scan the room, as if hoping to find the answer to a question they couldn't quite remember. As the hours ticked by, Charlie's transformation became more and more complete. They lost all sense of self and dignity, their thoughts consumed by a primal, animalistic desire for sex and submission. Their language became more explicit, their words laced with a desire for domination and control. The room around them seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was oppressive. Charlie's only sound was their ragged breathing, and the occasional whispered plea. Their computer screen flickered back to life, displaying a message in bold, red letters: "OWNER SOON". Charlie's eyes locked onto the screen, their face contorted in a mixture of desire and despair. They knew, deep down, that they were doomed. The virus had taken hold, and they would never be the same again. As the message disappeared, Charlie's eyes glazed over, their body going limp. They collapsed onto the floor, their hands and legs splayed out in a pose of utter submission. Their eyes remained fixed on the screen, their mind consumed by a single, overriding desire: to be owned and fucked. The darkness closed in around them, and Charlie was lost forever. They were no longer in control, their mind consumed by the virus's twisted desires. They were a shell of their former self, a mere puppet controlled by Erebus's sinister strings. In that moment, Charlie's descent into madness was complete. They were a brainless, cock-hungry slut, desperate to be owned and fucked. Their only hope for salvation lay in a distant future, one that seemed increasingly unlikely. The virus had taken hold, and Charlie was doomed to exist in a state of perpetual arousal and submission, forever trapped in a living nightmare of their own creation.