Seven.

Elle POV.

I cried myself to sleep, and I woke up starving, as I always do after a good cry, I could kiss the boots and jacket goodbye, I’ll freeze for another year, and after I pay Devil up, the money I’d save up would go to me. For now, I woke up groggy, I skipped brushing my face or tear from how mad I am, but after second thought, I did need the bathroom, I ran inside needing to pee, I always forget to pee until the last second, I talked myself into brushing my teeth, and even washing my face. My eyes were filled with icky things from crying during the night, I washed my face and moved back to the kitchen, I made myself a giant cup of coffee to help with my headache.

I moved back to the living room, took a seat on the sofa and got my laptop, I always take my anger out in my stories, I check my notifications, and read the messages from the readers, those are the best parts of my day. I opened a new document and started typing my newest story is all about how mad I am at being robbed, about how cold the winter is going to feel, I kept writing about a woman whose walk in my life, a woman who going to be a mommy for me. You all know I love having a mommy, or a daddy or anyone really, I’ll take a non-binary caregiver really, I don’t mind really.

The story, most of my stories have a little bit of me in them, I write being inspired by friends and events in my life, this story, well you could guess who got me inspired this time, I started to write while drinking my coffee getting carried away with the story, I paid no attention to anything but my laptop, I’ll do few chapters tonight, maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll sell it later and make enough to buy a jacket.

My writing was cut by the door being open, it opened not a knock, but directly being opened, my eyes went wide, only I got a key to my home, who else could just walk in, the door closed and in came a woman with red high heels, a tight short black dress, makeup and hair perfect as expected, she walked in like she owns the place.

“Hello Love” Devil says.

“You bitch! You scared the hell out of me” I yell angrily at her, she just gave me half a heart attack.

“That’s not nice princess, missed me?” she asks opening her arms for me, I went toward her willingly, letting her hug me.

“Hi, Devil,” I say close to her, she smiles at me hugging me closer.

“It’s done Elle” she says, it’s done? She did it? I look at her with big wide eyes, he’s dead, my father, sperm donor for better words, he’s dead, it’s done. I should be happy, we should celebrate, things are getting better, but I also have to pay Devil, I have the money saved for her, but now we’re gonna have to cut ties, but I loved having her in my life.

“I…I should pay you” I say, moving back to my bedroom, I get all of my savings for this moment, but they well, even with how cheap she is, it’s a little tiny teeny bit missing.

“Uhm…they are two thousand short, I’ll give you those by the end of this month I promise, I’m getting paid this month” I promise her, I always thought that it would take her some time to do it, not right away, Devil is fast!

“Two thousand short? But that wasn’t the deal love, you know I gave you a special price but this can’t happen” she says in a very cold voice making me freeze, I shouldn’t do that. I should’ve waited before telling her to do it, now she’s going to kill me for sure.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to be this quick. You said it’ll take time! I’m getting paid, the story it’s almost over I promise” I was quick to make bluff promises, I didn’t know if my next paycheck would be enough even if I added my paycheck from the diner, not if I wanted to eat, I’ll have to kiss the jacket goodbye.

“Stop it Elle,” Devil says in a stone-cold voice, this is the time when she kills me, I’m dead, just let me share all my stories before I die, my last legacy.

“Devil…I…just…please…” I say stuttering not knowing how to say what I need to say, that I’m not ready to die yet.

“There’s another way for you to pay me,” she says in her cold voice making my cold run cold, she’s going to do something, she’s going to kill me.

“Yes?” I say scared, I don’t know what else to do, she’s gonna ask for my firstborn child or maybe for my organs.

“I want you Elle,” she says, does she want me for sex, I blush, I never had any kind of sexual relationship before.

“Me?” I squeak, no let her kill me, let her have my firstborn child it’ll be easier.

“Yes you, move in with me” she says getting closer while I take a step back, but she matches mines until I am stuck against the wall with her standing there.

“I can’t do that” I mumble.

“You can move in with me, I can use the company” she replies with a wink.

“Devil….I…I…never…I never had…anyone” I say blushing, I don’t think we’ll agree in sexual experience.

“I don’t care, I want you” she says her hands touching my face this time, she wasn’t touching me in any sexual way well yet.

“But…but….Devil…” I say again scared of her, she just smiles and gets closer to me, until our lips meet for a small peck, it’s similar to our first date, the kiss she landed on my face before she left.

“No buts, well expect yours of course,” she says with an evil smile making me blush, she’s crazy!

“Devil…I can’t” I say on the verge of tears, I really like her, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Don’t cry Elle, I don’t mean anything sexual things. God you’re too innocent to be my type, I want you to be a companion of mine. I’m bored Elle, I don’t want to be alone anymore” she says, oh well, that does make sense, she has no one that’s what she told me, that she’s lonely, having no family or loyalties.

“Oh, okay,” I say blushing still, at least I won’t be a sexual companion.

“Now go get your things, you’re moving with me now,” she says with an evil smile, I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil, that’s just on brand with her.

“When would I be free to come back?” I ask, how long is this thing for.

“Uhm, I’d want to say never, but then you’ll think I’m crazy. Let’s go with four months” she says.

“What if you killed me before that? What if you hurt me?” I ask.

“You got my word, Elle. You know for someone my business, my word is law, my word is the one thing I would never go back through” she says.

I remember when I searched for a hitman, they all took pride in their word, about them never going back on their words, how they were always honest, it’s the honour that counts.

“Okay, I want your word, you’ll never hurt me, I can leave when the four months are over,” I say, she smile, her eyes shining again.

“I would never hurt you, princess, when the time is off, you can leave but you’re also welcome to stay. I swear on my honour.” She says, I nod accepting her promise.

“Now go get ready, we leaving this shitty place,” she says giving me a push inside the house, I obey and do that.