Run

You start crying as you run the elevator. Aaron is dead. You hold the close door button and pray it closes quickly. Just as it begins to close, you see the guard running at you.

It closes just as he gets there. You panic for a moment then you feel the elevator dropping.

You don’t know what to do. The princesses of Vegas just murdered your boyfriend.

You press a few floors in case someone followed you. You get off on the first floor and take the stairs to the ground floor. You open the door and the restaurant’s bar is right there. It is crowded and feels like the perfect place to hide.

You saunter up to the bar and order a margarita. You slam it and order another. You can’t believe what just happened. You are so angry. They need to pay.

“Fuck, I’d give up my soul for ****.” You say to no one in particular.

You sit and sip your third margarita, stewing in your anger.

A woman in black leather pants and a tight leather corset struts toward you. She is petite, but predatory. Her breasts are modest even in the tight corset. He features are too angular to be beautiful. She sits next to you.

She looks at the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

She turns to you. “You look like someone who needs to get even.”

“How…”

Her eyes become glowing red orbs. “It’s my job to know, sweetie.”

You aren’t sure whether to run or listen. She doesn’t seem hostile, so you decide to hear her out.

“I can give you vengeance in return for your soul.”

“So you’d kill the princesses?”

“Oh no, sweetie. You want your **** to be up close and personal. I’d give you the power to kill them and if you fail, you keep your soul.”

“How do I…”

“Just a simple handshake and the deal is done.”

She holds out her hand.