The Skinny Girl

Chapter 2 - The Devil she knew

Sarah sighed again as she ordered a round of Vodka and Orange Juice at the bar. She hated to drink, she hated doing it alone, and she hated to wait for someone more than that.
She felt eyes burning into her back as she leaned over to hear the price on the beverage.  She shrugged at the way-too-young bartender, indicating that she still couldn't hear the price over the deafening music. It's Monday, God dammit. She was irritated by the fact that she was restricted by her flabby stomach pushing against the bar counter. The bartender rolled his eyes in irritation and signed a four, five and zero with his hands, to which Sarah nodded and paid the owning amount.

She silently sat down, careful to not break the small wooden chair under her azz that made her look like an apple stuck onto a toothpick.  She gulped another mouthful of vodka down, staring at the door when it opened on que and a warm wind blew in. Sudden goosebumps played on her skin as she gazed at the man strolling through the door. He had an air of darkness hanging around him, making Sarah swallow.  He wore a black coat that looked robe-like that was touching the floor in length. His black hair was cut short in a very modern style and his eyes seemed... red? Sarah shook her head slightly, putting down the vodka and blinking a few times to gain her senses. She wasn't used to drinking and wondered for a brief moment if that is what being drunk feels like; hallucinating red eyed men. She kept staring as the man turned his head about the room, suddenly pausing on her and looking straight into her eyes.

Oh shit. His eyes IS red.
His eyes is red. Keep calm... his eyes is red!!!
She shivered and knew instantly that he was the man with the magical pink pill which held the promise of a skinnier future. She swallowed hard in an attempt to calm her nerves, before lifting her hand in a small gesture to show that she's the fat girl he'd been talking to over the phone that afternoon. He nodded his head, indicating that he already knew, and slowly started walking towards Sarah, making her shudder. This man was dangerous; it was spelled all over his features.

"It's $1.35 for the pill. I can give you a guarantee that the pill works within seven days. You'll be the skinny girl," he spoke in a deep voice without greeting

"Okay, " Sarah stated and held out the money without asking any questions.

He held out his hand, not taking the money, but waiting for Sarah to place it in his hands. Sarah felt uncomfortable and tucked a stray of black hair behind her ear before dropping the money into his hands. She swatted her face with her hand, dumbstruck as to why the air was hot and humid all of a sudden.

"Okay," she repeated again, flustered by the man. He smiled at her and she tried her best to smile back as he placed a small, black box onto the table, shoving it towards Sarah. "I need you to sign a contract for me," he said while taking out rolled up papers of the coats' pocket.

A frown ceased between the fat on Sarahs forehead,  "A contract?  What for?"

He smiled again, looking more charming as the time passes, "Well, this pill is magic. If by any chance you regret the fact that you ever took the pill for the consequences of extreme weight loss, I'm at a win with a contract."

Sarah nodded, her double chin scuffing against het neck. "I get it. Will there be major side effects?"

He shook his head, "Maybe a little sleeplessness, nightmares and dizzy spells. All of it is written up in the contract, as well as the information leaflet of the pill. You have three days to decide whether you will take the pill, or give it back. The choice is yours. Be advised that there will be no refund, nor will I be held responsible for any consequences - other than those you will read of in the contract. The contract is liable for twelve months,  to which you will be offered another pill for the following twelve months. Please, read the contract carefully. I'll find you again." He nodded,  which must have served as a greeting, because he abruptly turned and walked away, disappearing through the door of the bar. Sarah sighed in relief as she immediately felt the air cool again. It seemed that the man took the extreme heat with him. She frowned as she picked up the three papers that laid neatly on the bar counter. She was just about to start reading it, when she heard snickering behind her back between two songs. She sighed, swallowed her vodka, grabbed the papers and black little box and headed out the door. She'll read it at home, where no one can laugh behind her back. She smiled at the black box sitting on the passenger seat, Soon, little pill, they'll have nothing to laugh about anymore.

As soon as Sarah got home, she kicked off her shoes and took a seat at her dining room table. Her apartment was about the only thing she loved in the world.  It was fully furnished in dark, wooden furniture with a dash of green to brighten up the place. She opened the black box and stared at the pink pill laying in perfection, before running her finger slowly over the pill. She stood up and got herself a glass of water, before she took out the pink pill, and swallowing it before bothering to read the contract. 
She smiled sincerely. 
She will be skinny, it rejoiced in her heart.

She sat down and quickly skimmed over the contract, which made her blood ran cold in her veins.

Oh fuck!!! What have I done, Sarah thought and started crying hysterically, before she started reading the contract slowly this time.

This contract, (hereinafter reffered to as the "Agreement") has been made by Nick DeVal, the seller (hereinafter reffered to as the "Dealer") and the buyer _________________ (hereinafter reffered to as the "User")

This agreement is effective this ____ day, of __________, 20__, between the Dealer and User.

IT IS HEREBY UNDERSTOOD:

a.) The Dealer and User wish to enter this Agreement to provide the User with significant weight loss, and the Dealer with Souls.

b.) The Dealer will not be held responsible for any side effects regarding the weight loss, except as listed,

1. For each month of liability of the Agreement,  the User will be the effect of death of one (1) skinny girl on the face of earth.

2. The Dealer will implicate the death of each girl himself for his own pleasure.

3. The user will not, nor will she try to determine the name(s) of the selected girl(s) that is chosen to die.

4. The User will not demand or require any information regarding the Agreement.

C.) The User will, under no circumstances express the particulars of the Agreement to anyone else.

Sarah kept on crying as she continued to read about the binding effect and arbitration stating that she'd be in debt with Nick DeVal; better known as The Dark One or the Devil...

Sarah sobbed and fell to the floor as she realised she just made a deal with the Devil himself...

What have I done?