Friends and enemies

The monitor showed how fast his heart was beating. He could feel it hammering against its ribcage, threatening to burst out. It wasn't the only thing trying to break away from his body. The mass in his thigh writhed feebly.  Electrodes were attached not only to his chest, but also to his temples. He could feel the van's floor shaking...wherever they're taking him, they haven't reached it yet. "Paul!" Maya loomed over him. "Quick, a sedative!" She clicked her fingers and a sour-faced man handed her a syringe filled with clear liquid. 

A sting in the  neck and Paul fell back into darkness.

When he finally regained conciousness, Paul was being dragged by two corpulent men towards an abandoned-looking warehouse, Maya walking briskly in front of him. 

"Where are you taking me?" he asked groggily.

"We're getting you help" Maya answered, knocking twice over the metallic doors. At her touch, the doors were opened and Paul was pushed in. There were sentries placed at  every door. Maya lead him towards what looked like the principal office, where security was doubled. She didn't knock this time. Maya wrenched the door open and  pushed Paul in, closing the door behind her. A highly polished wooden desk stood at the end, and sitting behind it was...

"You!" Paul croaked.

The red-headed man from Victoria Station sat in a high-backed chair. His slick hair was pushed back and he wore a gray jacket. "Hello, Paul" he said, "Sorry about earlier. Didn't make a good impression, did I?"  he asked, a silver pistol gleaming in his hands.

"B-but..."

"Where are my manners? I'm Damien, and I see you're already acquainted with my sister?". Maya's grip over Paul's shoulder tightened. "Get to the point, Damien. He'll need another Proxitol shot soon".

"No need to rush, sis. I'll get there," Damien sighed "My body isn't compatible with the Spethax, so I had to look for another host. Miraculously, you proved to be a suitable prospect, Paul. And a helpful associate, if you consent."

"Why would I help the man who turned me into a monster?! Are you stu-"

A flash of silver and a gunshot. Paul felt the bullet hit his stomach, blood pouring out of the wound, pain searing him. 

"No need to swear, Paul. There's a lady in the room. Besides, I haven't told you about the benefits. See them yourself" Damien nodded towards the wound. Paul examined his stomach and was shocked to see the wound sealing itself, pushing the bullet out of his body. The pain subsided and the writhing mass pushed persistently against his skin.

"Will you listen now?"