Yes, but...

You begin your week by tying more tape around Anne so you can leave the cabin to get supplies. Still, you are paranoid that she will find some way to free herself while you're at the store. Over and over, images of Anne riding you fill your mind while you make the hour drive into town. Each time, you shake your head or blast the radio to clear your thoughts, but each time, the vision is longer, more vivid.

You spend an hour trying to find simple canned goods and water, wandering the store with a raging erection and a dulled mind. Adjusting yourself uncomfortably, you have had enough. You leave your cart near the restroom and rush inside; cold water should do you good. You rush into the large stall in the back. Running the cold tap you splash the cool water over your face, feeling relief for the first time in a while as your erection subsides. It's then you look in the mirror. Your eyes, they are crimson slits! Startled, you rub your eyes with more water and blink several times. To your relief, your eyes are normal again, but someone is standing just behind you.

Spinning around, you see no one, and that's when it hits you; no one is behind you. Slowly, you turn toward the mirror again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Lucifer taunts, "you haven't been keeping up with your end of the deal, Bill."

Shit.

"I fucked Anne and Beth, my boss, my coworker, and a customer. They are OBSESSED WITH ME!" How have I broken the deal!?"

"That business at the cabin isn't kinky bondage now is it? You are trying to find a way to 'cure' your girlfriend." It seems the Devil knows a lot.

"I just wanted Anne."

"You signed a contract, Bill. Besides, you'll come to love working for me. You'd best be getting back to your beau!"

With that Lucifer disappears, leaving you with thoughts of ravishing your girl.