I’ve been lying to you. Well, not quite lying, but I’ve been keeping something from you, and now the guilt is killing me. I don’t know what possessed me to deceive you. I hope you’ll forgive me. I’m telling you the truth now, so that’s what matters, right?
I think I was a little spooked that the Devil had found my weakness, so I didn’t want to bring it up. I’m not even sure if he did it on purpose, but I would have been a fool to assume that it was all just a big coincidence. Plus, the Devil had already shown interest in messing with that part of my life (who knows why). What was I supposed to think?
Even if the Devil didn’t devise this, he managed to get under my skin all the same. I am ashamed of my weakness, and I am ashamed that I let it get to me so easily.
Shame aside, I can’t lie to you any longer. You would probably figure it out eventually, so the best thing to do is to be upfront about it.
Okay, here it goes. My weakness is British accents.
The Guy has one.
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Devil's Soul
FantasíaWhen Mavis's mom is murdered, she is so blinded by grief that she agrees to sell her soul to the Devil in exchange for her mom's life. Now, she has to deal with the consequences, without falling behind in her MIT classes. Luckily she has two great g...
