One cold night, a woman walked through a dreary swamp. She trudged further and further, holding her checkered apron close to her chest.
"Curse my stubborn husband!" She thought as she approached the fort from his tale. "This could make us rich! Once I get the treasure, I can move to England and make more money! I'll be the richest woman in the world!"
As she thought about the fancy dresses she would buy with her money, the fort came into view. It was overgrown with ivy, and the once sturdy planks had worn down with mold. The woman stepped over a large branch, and dropped a spoon from her apron. As she bent down to pick it up, a voice broke the silence.
"Who are you?"
The man was tall, he towered over her small frame. His orbs darkened as he stared at her.
"I-I-I'm Olivia," she stuttered, "who are y-y-y-you?"
The man just smirked and turned away.
"Wait!" Olivia called after him. She chased the man into the woods and tried to grab him. The man pushed her away.
"Ow!"
The man looked at her and saw the bruises all over her small and petite body.
"Who hurt you?" He growled.
Olivia grimaced, "M-my husband, Tom Walker.."
The man scowled, "He will pay. Come with me, I will take care of you."
"B-b-but he will get m-mad!"
"I am the devil, he wouldn't dare to cross me!" The man swooped Olivia up in his large, muscular arms. Olivia held onto him as a giant hole opened in the ground and sucked them in.
