Consequences

Consequences

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Paranormal
When Kiara told me kissing a necklace would save my life, I never thought of the repercussions. I truly thought it was a joke. I even laughed in her face, not realizing a deeper part of me had tucked those little words away for safe keeping. That necklace saved my life, they saved me and my sister. Or did they? Did they enslave me instead? Staring out over the excruciatingly hot land surrounding me, I can't help but to feel trap. Kiara never said those words would save me while giving my soul to the devil on a platter of gold. She's gonna get an earful... right after I figure out how the hell to get out of- well, hell. Without pissing off the Devil.
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"Do you wish to sign a deal with me?" The devilish voice asked me a question as I stood lonely in the dark. A black cloak was wrapped around me in the moment and underneath I was baring my brown skin. "Yes." I replied. The sudden voice began to laugh in amusement. "Signing your soul from the heavens and giving it to the demon child of the devil is what you want?" The voice asked. "Yes." I replied. "Well then. The black seal on my hand shall sign our contract." A dark shadowy hand reached out to me in lightning speed. "I shall place the seal on your beautiful skin!" The hand grabbed my leg and a burning sensation drilled its way into my body. "Ah!" I cried. The hand released me and a handsome man appeared before my eyes. "Now my dear, I am yours until you fulfill your goal." The man had shiny black hair, red eyes, sharp fangs and he wore a black tuxedo and shoes. "What is your name?" I asked. He laughed under his breath. "My last master called me...Sebastian. My lady, Give me an order."

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