"But they usually have somebody," she says. "Maybe not a demon, but friends or family or somebody they can lean on for a while. I didn't have anybody--it was literally a choice between killing myself or sticking around to see how the creepy fuck in the other room was gonna kill me, but I wasn't getting out of there alive."

She looks down at her arms.

"Maybe that's how people end up with demons. You get desperate enough, and there they are."