"Ivy I hate to recommend the unthinkable but…" Taylor trailed off. It took her a minute but Ivy got it. "Taylor! Are you insane?! I'm not taking a contract with one of those devil's henchmen!" "Ivy I know you don't want to but it might be your only option." "What would I give them anyway?" "The same thing I gave to mine. Body, soul, and mind. They want complete control over you." "That's kinky." "Ivy!" "What? It's true!"
(should he jump in now?)
(Yes)
(alrighty)
Samil couldn't help but add to the conversation he was hearing. He was a demon contractor himself, and he certainly didn't want to pass up the opportunity to have full control over such a beautiful human.
"It's not as bad as it seems," he said, looking over the girl. "They might ask for full control, but most demons won't make you do anything too bad. Humans are under contract are like our companions."
Taylor smiled at him, she knew he was a regular. "Hey Samil." "You know him?" "He's a regular." Ivy sighed quietly. "What are you saying? Are you one of those contractors?" She glanced him up and down. "I wouldn't be surprised if you said yes."
"I certainly am. And I'm willing to help me out if you give me something in return," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
"Well that depends on what you want back." She brushed her hair out of her eyes to look at him a bit more clearly.
"Like your friend said. Mind, body, and soul," he explained, moving closer to her. "You give that to me, and I'll fix any problems you might have."
"What's the catch?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"There is no way to break the contract once you've made it," he said. "Once you've signed, your soul is bound to mine until the contract expires, and there's no way to break free."
"And how long does it take for it to expire?" She knew there had to be a part of this she would be able to instantly deny.
"That part is negotiable. Usually, I start with a week, just to see how tolerable you are. If you're not too bad and you're worth my time, we can make a new contract for a longer period."
She hated herself for considering it. But she was desperate. She sighed heavily. "Well…" "She'll take it." "Taylor!" "What? I know that look, you need it." "…I hate when you're right."
Samil smirked, setting his empty glass down for a refill. Finally, something interesting and fun to relieve my stress. "Perfect," he said, voice low and smooth. "Would you like to set up a contract now, or would you like to get to know me a bit first?"
"Let me get to know the man I'm about to sell my soul to first." She chuckled softly.
"Alright then. Ask me anything," he offered, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.
"What brings you here?" She smiled, sipping her whiskey.
He shrugged, leaning against the counter. "It's been a long week. My job is stressful as hell, no pun intended."
"Yeah, I feel that. A starving artist still has to eat, ya know?" She shrugged. "Long weeks are kind of my thing."
"You're an artist?" he asked, raising a brow. "You create things for a living?"
"Yeah! I'm a painter and sketch artist. Drawing is the only therapy I can afford."
"Well, I could certainly help you land a stable job for that. I know a few people, and I could put in a good word for you."
"That would be like heaven. Too bad I have to give up my free will to get it though."
"Only for a short amount of time. You'll get it back once the contract expires," he pointed out.
"Still." She glanced him up and down again. "You know, for a demon you look pretty sexy."
Her comment almost caught Samil off guard. "Thanks. Must be my natural, sinful glow." He glanced over the woman, taking in her curves and features. "You're not so bad yourself. What's your name?"
"Ivy. What about you?" She brushed her hair over her shoulder to avoid it falling into her face.
"I have many, but I currently go by the name of Samil," he said, smiling slightly. "Ivy is a beautiful name, by the way."
She rolled her eyes with a smile. "And now we start with the cheesy shit that makes me gag. Can we skip the basics and just get into the good stuff?"
Smail scowled. "I shared a genuine thought with you. Guess I won't do it again." He sipped his drink and looked over at the shelf stacked with bottles of liquor.