Dominated By The Devil

Chapter 2

Several Hours Before

I woke up startled by Carla's screams outside the room. She screamed while knocking loudly on the door and it wasn't the first time she did that. I hurriedly got up and went towards the only door in that small room, opened it and there it was ready to attack me with her words.

"Where's the payment, brat?"

"I will receive it today and pay you, I promise."

"Your promises are worthless to me. I don't know which pigsty you came from but know that there are laws here and they must be obeyed. You have until tomorrow to pay for the room or I will throw it in the eye of the street with the mice that you collect there in those panties."

It was just what she said before walking down the hall, leaving me standing there by the door talking to myself. I went back inside and spent a few seconds staring at me in front of the small mirror on the wall. My black hair was matted and my white skin looked paler than normal. The dark circles under the eyes revealed the sleepless nights of someone who spent the early hours telling his problems to himself, trapped inside his own mind.

But I couldn't stay there all day, I needed to get ready to go to work and thus get a little money to be able to pay for that room joint. And that's what I did, I got ready after taking a shower inside a bathroom that barely fit a child and hurries out of that place.

The day was cold and the streets were busy as usual. Near the apartment there was a small sports court where some boys played soccer daily. There were also some trees, one here, another there, some animals such as dogs, cats and even rats. white and black. They all had different lives and only one thing connected them: the will to fight for something. Thing I had lost a long time ago. It didn't take long for me to get to my job, it seems like a cliché, right? A failed young woman who works in a coffee shop, which we only see in movies. But unlike them, my story does not seem to have a happy direction in the end, on the contrary, it seems that it will get worse and worse.

"Kaila, you arrived earlier today," said Hilary, the receptionist behind the counter.

"Yeah, I think working is better than staying in that damn apartment."

"Is it that bad?"

"You can't imagine."

After putting on my uniform, I took advantage of the lack of customers and started cleaning the tables. I did almost everything in that place, sweeping the floor, cleaning the windows, dusting and also taking out the trash, the famous does it all. It was then that I stopped what I was doing to meet a woman who had just entered the cafeteria. Her skin was black, her hair curly and she looked about thirty. She wore elegant clothes and walked like she was on a catwalk.

"Good morning, can I help you?" I asked.

"Hi, could you bring me a cappuccino?"

"Sure, anything else?"

"Not for the time being."

As she only ordered a cappuccino, I didn't have to take the order and minutes later I returned to the table bringing her order.

"Here it is."

"Thanks."

"Have a nice day."

"One more thing."

"What?"

"Could you keep me company?"

"I would love to but unfortunately I have a lot of things to do, a lot of mess to clean and ...

"I pay double for your company." She smiled and then sipped her cappuccino as she looked at me.

"Well" I looked at the counter and Hilary was distracted on her cell phone - I can't accept money to keep someone company, it seems too wrong.

"I insist."

"I'm sorry, if I do that I might even lose my job."

I turned my back and started to walk away.

"Kaila Wright."

It was just what she said and it made me stand still. No one in that city knew about my surname, not even my colleagues at the orphanage did.

"How do you know my last name?" I turned slowly and she was still smiling.

"I know many things, in fact, we know. I'll ask you one more time, could you keep me company? I think we have a lot to talk about."

"Is that a prank?" I asked while she pulled one of the chairs and sat me down.

"I don't think so."

"Nobody, absolutely nobody in this city knows my surname."

"He knows."

"He who?"

"That doesn't matter now."

"As you know? Tell me soon."

"We are watching you. We know everything about your life. You grew up in an orphanage, after that you lived in a shelter and now you moved here. Where he lives in an old apartment in which he has rented late"

"So that's it, you've been rummaging through my old documents at the orphanage and came to me thinking you were a company agent. Tell me what you want with me and why you've been researching my life."

"Life? Do you call it life?"

"f**k you, if you think I'll let you come here humiliate me like everyone else is wrong."

"You will leave, because that is what you do. That's what you've been doing your whole life. You let everyone humiliate you because deep down you think you deserve it. But you don't deserve it, that's why I'm here. He wants to offer you a contract."

"He who?"

"Lucifer."