I know your look when I get there
Stop it, Sam shrieks from the corner of his own mind, trying to buck Meg off, out, away. Leave him the fuck alone!
Her laughter is dark and mad, and Sam flinches from the sound, jerks back in the confines of his own fucking mind, and Meg won't stop laughing.
Fight all you like, she purrs, using his eyes to stare at his face in the mirror. "You won't win," she says aloud, stealing his voice and lips and tongue. "You'll never reclaim this body." She uses his hand to run his fingers through his hair. "It's mine."