Dominated By The Devil

Chapter 1

THE CONTRACT

The contract was there, lying on the bed ready to be signed and thus changing the messy course my life was taking. But at first I hesitated, as much as I didn't believe those things, I was afraid something bad would happen to me. Was it just a prank? Or would everything really change after I signed that long yellow scroll? My soul is at stake, if I really have one, I don't know. Sometimes I feel so empty that I could say with all conviction that not even organs exist inside me. I am a hollow person, without dreams, without ambitions, with no desire to remain in this filthy world in which people insist on humiliating me. , telling me horrible things, I bet all the other tenants listened. But what could I do? The reality is this, privileged people humiliate demoted people like me and there is nothing we can do. For once again I found myself staring at the contract on the bed.

What a joke.

I thought, as an icy breeze came in through the window and swayed my black hair. I was staying on the second floor of an apartment falling apart, the rent was not expensive and yet I was never able to pay on time.

It was then that I heard the door handle turn compulsively, then someone opened it.

It was none other than Carla, the owner of the apartment. She was accompanied by two people, her fat husband and another man who I had no idea who she was.

"Kaila," she said in her usual ignorant tone, "I need you to clear the room right now."

"But now? It is already dark and I have nowhere to go. Let me through just one more night"

"I'm sorry, someone paid dearly for this room so I ask you to leave."

"But there are so many other empty rooms"

"That person paid for everyone and this one is included"

"Get out of here and stop babbling," said her fat husband, looking at me like I was just a piece of trash.

"I'm not going out, it's night and I have my rights."

"You have no right to anything, you barely pay your debts" Carla never measured her words when she addressed me, it was like that from the first day I stepped there.

"Only tonight ..." my voice started to break, I would fall apart at any moment.

"Guys," she said, sort of giving a secret order to her cheap henchmen.

Her husband entered the room next to the other brute and they began to rummage through the drawers.

"You can't do that."

"We can and we will," Carla said as the other two threw my clothes and belongings on the bed, next to the contract that I was so hesitant to sign.

"I will report you, I swear."

"Swear as much as you want, you owe us and you still have the right to want to make complaints. I hope you die of hunger on the streets, cheap b***h.

It was then that they did something I didn't expect, they used the sheet on my bed to make a small bundle and thus wrap all my belongings. Then they threw everything out the window without caring about the objects that could be broken.

"Everything clean" Carla's husband passed me, he was on his back but I could clearly see his damn smile going from ear to ear. My eyes watered and I left that damn room as soon as possible, I wouldn't give them a taste of seeing me crying.

Outside I found all my clothes scattered near the street, they had not tied the bundle and I know they did it on purpose.

There were people watching the whole scene, some pretended not to be looking, but I felt their pitying look on my back. I didn't pick up anything, just sat on the sidewalk step and looked up, facing the darkness of the night. My life was s**t, it has been like this since I was born. I grew up in an orphanage, without family or friends. Then I went to live in a filthy shelter, got a s**t job and that's how I ended up there in that pitiful apartment. it really mattered. Some guys even tried, but in the end I knew they just wanted to have s*x, so I ignored them all. It was then that I could see that strange contract again, it was among my clothes lying on the floor. You must be wondering how I got this contract, what it is, how it is and what is written. Well, as far as I know it's a contract with Satan himself, the devil or Lucifer. You choose whether to believe it or not, I don't believe it myself, at least not completely.

I took my hand to him and pulled him out of his clothes, now all I need is to find a way to sign it using my own blood. But that would not be a problem since I was near a trash can, there must be some sharp object there that could help me.

I got up and started digging through the trash like a night cat looking for food. I found an old bottle of vodka and smashed it, picked up one of the shards of glass and used it to cut my thumb. I supported the contract against the floor and went straight to the end, there was a marked "x", it was certainly there where I should sign. And that is what I did, trembling, I wrote each letter of my name very slowly, one by one.

Now there was no turning back, my soul was completely in possession of the devil.