"I own you? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!"
"Everything that I am," the demon stated calmly, "is yours to do as you please. The blood contract bounds me to you."
"I don't...I don't understand. You're a demon, and you're mine?!"
"Until...
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Nicki's P.O.V.
"33 year old and former beau of female rapper Nicki Minaj, Safaree Lloyd Samuels was found near Times Square by his genitals earlier this morning by the NYPD. Samuels was found bare of any clothing and it took more than three hours to get him down from the billboard.
We don't have an official ME report but it appeared that Safaree Samuels was tortured for an unknown amount of hours.
The police do not have any leads so far but the investigation is in full swing. We still yet to get in contact with Nicki Minaj's camp. Stay tuned for more after our short break."
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Nicki sat at the edge of her bed in her New York penthouse master bedroom, staring at the TV screen and ignoring her phone. Knowing that it was just Porsha blowing it up, no doubt freaking out because Nicki was about to be a suspect but Nicki wasn't worried at all.
They wouldn't be able to prove anything. And she smiled to herself. Maybe having a personal demon wasn't so bad after all.
Nicki muted her TV and went down the hall to the guest bedroom, well Bey's room now, and didn't bother knocking but the sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks.
Bloody clothes were in a pile on the floor next to equally dirty boots right next to the bed. And in the bed, on her white silk sheets was a naked demon. Knocked the fuck out and smeared in blood. A lot of blood.
"What the fuck? Beyoncé. Beyoncé!"
Beyoncé opened her eyes slowly, they were dark and her canines were sharp but Nicki wasn't scared, she was pissed.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Clean this up and fix my sheets, Beyoncé! Those are 10 thousand dollar sheets! Get up"
"...bad soul..."
"I don't give a fuck about a bad soul, get off my damn bed! Now!"
The demon growled harshly when Nicki reached for her and thankfully that stopped the shorter woman, "Your boyfriend had a bad soul."
"Dead ex boyfriend," Nicki correctly acidly, "What does his shitty soul have to do with you messing up my sheets? I'm not understanding this."
Beyoncé closed her eyes again, "Bad souls are like...alcohol for me, like rum or vodka but 10 times worse."
"...what did you do with his soul?"
"I ate it." Beyoncé smiled lazily, "was so good."
"But now you have a hangover," Nicki stated the obvious, crossing her small arms, "great. Just what I need. But you really need to get your ass out of my bed and clean yourself up, Beyoncé. I'm not playing with you."
