My wife got sick when she was 35. Cancer. Terminal.
She was my other half and I couldn’t imagine life without her. So, I went to a crossroads and made my deal.
She would live and they would come for my soul in 20 years.
She was furious when I initially told her what I had done, but she understood that I needed her. We spent the next 20 years living life to the fullest. I never regretted my decision for a second.
Sure, times weren’t always great. There was that time we almost got caught in Albany. The bitch we lured into our hotel room escaped somehow.
Luckily, she died at the hospital before she could tell the police what I had done to her. Then there was the time our neighbors called the cops on us when they heard a woman screaming.
My wife explained to them that we had gotten a bit carried away with our role play. Her leather corset and whip marks really helped sell it.
We left that night, our victim still bound and gagged in the basement.
I toasted to the good times and finished off the rest of my whiskey. I had sent my wife away. I didn’t want her to be here when they came for me.
I was definitely scared. A feeling that I wasn’t used to. I had hoped the whiskey would help with that but it just made me more nervous.
I heard a knock at the door and it startled me. I regained my composure and when I opened it, a tall dark creature beckoned me forward. I kept my face stern and walked through my doorway.
I was instantly transported into Hell.
The stench was foul and almost made me puke. The screams of the tortured were deafening and I was blinded by the bright fires.
As my eyes adjusted, I was shoved toward a table with five women strapped down. They were beaten and bloody.
The tall creature handed me a knife.
I began my work immediately.
*Who ever said there was a downside to deals with the devil?*