She sells her soul

"OK", Lara said. "Let me know what you need me to do".

"Fantastic my dear", said the old man. "I'll draw us up a contract", and a scroll materialised in his hand. "A drop of blood and we are good to go", he said, handing Lara a small knife.

Lara gazed at the parchment in front of her. "This is selling my soul", she said looking concerned.

The old man gave a smile. "What did you expect, monthly payments?" He said.

"I can't sell my soul", said Lara, hoping a different offer would be made.

"Too bad", replied the devil. "I do wish you good luck in your future Lara, you are going to need it". With that he moved to take the contract from Lara's lap.

"Wait!" She said. "What do you need my soul for?" She asked.

"Look I think this probably wasn't the best idea", said the devil, and he leaned in to grab the parchment.

Faster than he could reach it, Lara slashed the blade on the inside of her hand and placed it down on the bottom of the contract.

A wry smile greeted her. "Just the kind of enthusiasm I need", the old man said to her sinisterly. The contract disappeared from Lara's lap.

"Is that it?" Lara asked. "Will I be young and rich again?".

"As I promised my dear." Said the old man. "Tomorrow the bank will find one of your family's lost accounts that contains a considerable sum. As for the beauty, the contract told you the stipulations, I cannot create life, I can only help you take it." The old man looked towards his carer, "kneel Elle", he said.

Lara looked confused. "What do you mean take it?".

"The only way for you to regain your youth is to take life". He said. "Elle here seems the perfect solution. I know you brought your trusty pistol Lara".

Lara looked down at the girl on her knees and drew her weapon. She was only in her early twenties. Maybe doing this would release her from her current predicament, she thought.

"Oh no Lara", the devil interjected, reading her mind. "Fire and brimstone await Elle here. You will be condemning her to an eternity of torment."

"I can't do this", said Lara, the young girl looking back at her through frightened eyes.

"Then our conversation is over", said the devil. "Make sure to give that plastic ass of yours a wiggle on the way out".

Lara snapped at hearing that insult, and pulled the trigger, splattering the young girls head over the floor. She started to feel sick, but then her body started to change. She felt youth flow through her body, and she looked down at the perfect curves that she desired.

"I take it back", said the devil, "give that spectacular ass a wiggle on your way out".

With that Lara turned and left as fast as she could. She was worried about the consequences of what she had just done, but the elation of her new life quickly made whatever they would be seem worth it.