"Do you know how to dance, Leah?" Satan asked me when we were done eating our meal. And I looked at him, swallowing the rice down my throat as I shrugged my shoulders. There was no benefit of lying when he could literally rummage for any memory and any truth from my mind.
"I dance alone. I mean used to. But I never dance in front of anyone or with people in general. So, I don't know how to answer your question." I said honestly and he nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. And for some reason, his smile was anything but holy.
"You know I have never shared a dance with anyone else, either? But I was built a perfect man in every trait, so I can dance really perfectly." Satan boasted and I rolled my eyes at his words. This man won't even try to be modest. He is always so proud of
