It Seems Safe

“You swear it won’t harm me in any way.”

“It will not hurt you, but it may help you.”

“That seems awfully generous for a demon.”

“Are you going to take the deal or should I sic my girls on Mel?”

“Very well. I’ll wear it.”

You hold out you neck and she slides it on. It fits tightly. You feel for a lock or zipper.

“Only I can take it off you, Marge.”

She steps back into the shadows and seems to disappear.

You walk slowly back to your room, wondering just what you’ve gotten yourself into.

You reach your room and look in the mirror. If the demons goal was to make you less fashionable, she’s failed. It actually looks quite nice. The black color is oddly slimming. You fidget with it and wonder if it will strangle you to death in your sleep. From what you have heard about demons, they don’t lie under oath. Still you aren’t going to sleep well.

You crawl into bed. The collar feels odd around your neck. Eventually you drift off too sleep.