Drag Me To Hell

chapter 3

The Devil himself smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Welcome, Kecy. I've been waiting for you... "

The windmill fell silent, the only sound the soft creaking of the old wooden beams. Ethan stepped aside, revealing the dark figure standing in the doorway. Kecy's eyes locked onto the figure, her heart pounding in her chest.

The figure didn't move, didn't speak. It simply stood there, radiating an aura of power and malevolence. Kecy could feel its presence like a cold wind, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

As the silence stretched out, Kecy began to feel a creeping sense of unease. She was a succubus, a creature of darkness and power. She wasn't supposed to be intimidated by anyone or anything...

But this figure... it was different. It was like it was the embodiment of darkness itself.

The figure took a step forward, its face still shrouded in shadows. Kecy could see the outline of a chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and a cruel smile playing on its lips....

The figure didn't move, didn't speak. It simply stood there, radiating an aura of power and malevolence. Kecy could feel its presence like a cold wind, making the hairs on the back to stand

And then, it spoke. Its voice was low, smooth, and dripping with honey.

"Kecy, my dear... I've been waiting for you."

The way it said her name sent shivers down her spine. Kecy's eyes locked onto the figure, with a smirk

The figure took another step forward, its eyes gleaming with amusement. "Shall we talk, Kecy? About your future

Kecy's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving the Devil's face. "Lucifer," she said, her voice dripping with familiarity. "I should have known you'd be behind this."

Lucifer chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Kecy's spine. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, Kecy, you know me too well. I've missed our little games."

Kecy raised an eyebrow, her beauty flinding to the surface. "Games? You call manipulating me into meeting you here a game?"

Lucifer shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "Well, I needed to get your attention. And I succeeded, didn't I?"

Kecy folded her arms, her eyes scanning the windmill. "What do you want, Lucifer? I'm not exactly in the mood for your usual... shenanigans."

Lucifer's smile grew wider. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my dear. I have a proposition for you. One that will benefit you... greatly."

Kecy's eyes locked onto Lucifer's, her mind racing with possibilities. What could he possibly offer her that she couldn't get herself?

Lucifer's words still echoed in Kecy's mind: "to ruine 1 top politicians in Mexico." She raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "What do you get out of it?" she asked, her voice husky.

Lucifer leaned forward, his eyes glaming with interest. "Let's just say I have a... vested interest in the outcome of Mexico's upcoming elections. And I think you're the perfect person to... influence the results. And to also destroy him"

Kecy's lips curled into a sly smile. She'd played games like this before, and she knew how to win. "What's in it for me?" she purred.

Lucifer chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Ah, Kecy, you drive a hard bargain. Alright, I'll give you a taste of what I can offer. How about... a favor? One favor, to be called in at a time of your choosing."

Kecy's eyes narrowed. Lucifer's favors were legendary, but they always came with a price. Still, this could be an opportunity...

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. "One favor, Kecy. That's all I'm offering. And in return, you get to... enjoy the company of Mexico's most powerful men."

Kecy's eyes locked onto Lucifer's, searching for any hint of a trap. But all she saw was amusement, and a spark of challenge.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

Lucifer's smile grew wider. "I knew I could count on you, Kecy. Now, let's get to the details..."

He snapped his fingers, and the windmill's walls began to glow with an otherworldly light. Images flashed before Kecy eyes, a mayor...

"The targets," Lucifer said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You'll have 72 hours to complete the mission. And, Kecy?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get caught."

The light faded, leaving Kecy with a folder containing the targets' schedules and personal info. She opened it, her eyes scanning the pages...

The first target: Senator Carlos Hernández, known for his ruthless politics and love of fine wine.

Kecy leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on the folder in front of her. The senator's schedule was packed, but she'd find a way in. She knew how to work a room, how to make an entrance.

The windmill's dim light cast shadows on her face as she pondered her approach. Lucifer's words echoed in her mind: "Don't get caught."

A small smile played on her lips. She'd been playing games like this for centuries. One senator wouldn't be a challenge.

Kecy closed the folder, a plan beginning to form. She'd start with the fundraiser tonight. Senator Hernández's estate was the perfect place to make contact...

Kecy stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fitted red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The slit up the side revealed a tantalizing glimpse of leg, and the neckline plunged just low enough to hint at the treasures beneath.

She smiled, satisfied with her reflection. Senator Hernández wouldn't know what hit him.

A sprig of dark red lipstick, a flick of mascara, and she was ready. The dress Shimmered as she moved, a living , breathing thing.

Time to put on a show ......

Kecy arrived at the fundraiser on sleek black limousine , the senator's estate sprawling out before her like a stage . Cameras flashing , capturing her descent on to the red carpet.

Senator Hernández himself waited at the top of the stairs, a practiced smile on his face. His eyes locked onto Kecy, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe...

Kecy smiled, her eyes locked on the senator's. She knew she had him hooked. The senator's smile grew wider as he descended the stairs, his eyes never leaving Kecy's.

"Welcome," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm Senator Hernández. And you are...?"

Kecy extended a slender hand, her nails painted a deep, blood red. "Kecy," she purred. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Senator."

The senator's eyes sparkled as he took her hand, his grip warm and firm. "The pleasure is all mine, Kecy. Shall we...?"

He offered her his arm, and Kecy took it, her fingers brushing against the fine fabric of his suit.

As they entered the estate, the sound of laughter and music filled the air. Kecy knew she had to work fast. The senator was already under her spell, but she needed to keep him interested...

As they mingled, Kecy expertly guided the conversation, her words dripping with charm and seduction. The senator laughed at her jokes, his eyes drinking in her beauty. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the but she couldn't resist the thrill.

They danced, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. Kecy's skin tingled where the senator's hand rested on her waist, sending shivers down her spine.

"Let's get some air," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Kecy smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'd love to."

The balcony overlooked the gardens, the moon casting a silver glow over the lush greenery. The senator leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on Kecy.

"You're not like anyone I've met," he said, his voice low and husky.

Kecy laughed, a throaty sound. "I hope that's a good thing."

The senator's eyes crcrled at the corners. "It's a very good thing."

He moved closer, his lips brushing against Kecy's. The world around her melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment...

And later moved on to the room, only the sound of flesh on flesh could be heard, from outside the room

The next morning, the man woke up to a deafening storm of camera clicks and hushed murmurs. His eyes fluttered open to find himself trapped in a nightmare: his wife, tears streaming down her face like a broken dam, sobbed uncontrollably beside him. And Kecy... Kecy was naked, crying, her eyes red-rimmed as she pointed a shaking finger at him.

"r**e," she whispered, her voice a scream in the silence. "He r***d me."

The room froze. The man's mind screeched to a halt. "What? No... that's not true! We-"