Soulbound to the devil

Chapter 5- "Curiosity definitely kills the cat..."

"Am I really going to wear this? Out there? "Am I some seductress?" Ivy snapped, feeling totally transparent as she wore a black dress to hug and fit a little too perfectly, her curves threatening to be the ultimate seduction. With almost everything in black, she looked like the demon of sin and seduction, leaving people in traces they didn't want to come out of. This was the first time she'd ever gotten to wear such revealing clothes.

Her cleavage threatened to blind the naked eye if they stared too long. "God knows, your body girl is making me propose and be gay. How could you hide all this? God, I'm ashamed on her behalf", Dorathy lamented, dramatically folding her hands with Flora and Knife, giving a short laugh. Natasha-hateful but definitely still stunned.

"I heard this guy is like the devil himself...

"I can't believe you guys are just selling me off, just like that and to the devil himself. "God, isn't this the ultimate sin?"

Ivy muttered. Her voice goes to a whisper at the end of her words. "Sometimes I feel you were meant to die a nun." Natasha says, her voice laced in hate and something more-Jealousy?

Well, who wouldn't be, as usual, a knife. Flora and Dorathy glared at her while Ivy just rolled her eyes. "What?!" She snapped defensively with a small shrug. The girls took a last look at their work of art. With a deep sigh, Ivy stood up with a wobble before steadying herself in her thin pointed heels.

"Okay, I'm putting myself in hell... "I'm freaking sent to seduce the devil", Ivy muttered with an unsure smile, her brows raised in a question-confirming way.

"God, why me? Why not... "Natasha?" Ivy almost asked out loud but only rolled her eyes with a small scoff and, almost immediately, two packed-up guys with tinted glasses and polished tux came in. With Flora and Dorathy squeaking behind her, it made her cringe and all the more nervous. They were here for her; Lord Killian Carter was here.

God... Maybe there was a way for her to reject him and pay back a million Euros. Not even her heart could cost up to that if it was up for donations... She was bound. Karma did have its own way of playing tricks. She was the convenient puppet...

"... "I'm sorry, only Lady Ivy is permitted to meet the boss" One of the guards spoke. His voice is strictly professional and polite with both gazes not meeting hers. Soon, Dorathy's face falls, but she pushes Ivy forward with a small smile before pulling her into a hug almost in tears. Okay surprising!

"Please this way..." The other guard spoke, directing Ivy outside, who had a sad smile. They all hugged her tightly, well except Natasha, who seemed to think everyone was invisible, but the cunning slut had something up her sleeve. She winked at one of the guards, almost putting on a seductive pout, but the guard remained blank and rigid, hardly giving her any attention as Ivy was led out after bidding them farewell.

Almost as they left, Dorathy scoffed, bouncing back on her bed which had loose the usual spring. As if predicted, Natasha glared at her, clearly hearing Dorathy's words. "Pathetic..." Natasha gave her middle finger, which Dorathy didn't hesitate in returning with a smirk.

"Guess your p***y sucks though" Dorathy mumbled out loud and Knife and Flora faked a cough, holding their laughter with their palms, leaving Natasha walking out in anger. As she left, they finally busted out laughing. "She didn't deny it though..." Dorathy spoke in-between laughter, giving the room a sense of warmth they both secretly used in filling the holes with sadness in their hearts. They probably didn't wish for this in their lives as well...

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"Ivy Carson..." The fat man who had a very sweet smile called. The owner of this underground brothel. The most famous as well in the whole damn city. No one had likely seen the boss - the owner-and now she was just hearing his voice. To her, he sounded like a man in his mid-seventies with probably an asthmatic history. Great! He was the one she was thinking of and not the devil inside him.

"..."

"I think that's you", one of the same guards said after a moment of silence, breaking through her thoughts. She gasped in surprise. Wait, she was Ivy Carson, right?... With an awkward smile at the guard, she finally walked into the dimly lit room with her head bowed in submission. He's particularly dark gaze, a familiar cold and dead-pan gaze almost burning her skin, his silence almost choking.

Now she was feeling worse about herself. The way he looked almost showed his displeasure with the other man. Phill was also not able to tear his gaze off her. Seduction was a totally wrong approach but even though, under his intense blank gaze, she seemed almost naked. When Killian turned to see Phill also drooling, he almost folded his fist in anger and something more-possession?

Soon, in the dark room, a silver glint coming from the small knife placed on the table. The simple movement with still no words to cut through the heavy tension, the heavy sense of dread that Ivy felt like crying. Phill eyed the little knife, little but definitely deadly, apart from the sharp blades but then what about poison? The taste and sight of something more than pain...

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Phill asked after a long moment of hesitation, eyeing the knife with fear and in cold sweat from the sure impending doom of his life.

Ivy stayed rooted at the spot, almost dying of curiosity to take a peek. The two men seemed to be speaking in hushed voices and that only made her more anxious with a hint of something more - excitement?

As much as she cowered at his lingering consuming and somber gaze on her, it only built her interest and curiosity, but haven't you heard? 'Curiosity definitely kills the cat...' and nothing else mattered.

"Who was Killian Carter?"

She doesn't have her answer yet, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't end up killing her.