"I.. I'm just not sure yet. This is just too much. Can you give me some time to decide first?" I kindly told the demon to be patient.
"Of course. I'll give you all the time you need. You have plenty of time till your death day." He smiled widely, ruining my mood once again.
"THANK FOR REMINDING ME OF MY IMPENDING DOOM YOU DEMONIC HOE!" I shouted, throwing my pillow onto him. Making it hit his leg.
"No problem! By the way! Before you strategize or something. I still have something to tell you. This power has its limitations of course so you'll have to listen to me." He smirked at me, hinting that he meant to withhold information to get a reaction from me. What a total snake, that man is!
"What limitations are you talking about douchebag?" I whipped up to ask him, looking at him skeptically for an answer.
"Sadly, we aren't really living in a fair. If you want something, there has to be something in exchange to get that. Kind of like how in order for all this electricity to be used, you'll have to burn coal which pollutes the environment." He responded, acting knowledgable all of a sudden.
"Um? Can you get on with the explanation? You sure love to dance around the issue don't you?" I growled at him. "SO WHAT IS IT?" I shouted, commanding him not to show any more examples of whatever.
The man snickered, hiding his mouth with his big slender hands before finally letting out a sigh. "You don't need to be snarky, you know? You're like a feral cat, my lady. Why are you so moody?"
"I wouldn't be moody if someone JUST told me what I needed to know." I got up a little from the bed to reach over to him. With a flick of a wrist, I attempted to scratch him directly in the face. He dares, call me a cat, I'll go act like one then. I thought I wouldn't be able to miss it but suddenly, a felt a strong force grab me by the arm and keep me in place.
"Ah. Ah. Ah." He snortled, taunting me as my arm was stuck in the air. "Anyways. In order for you to use the power I gave you, you must have equal value of soul with the person you're switching with. You see, every soul has value. It's determined by how many souls get affected by that soul." He chuckled, as I struggled to get out from the grasp of some invisible keeping me from moving.
"HEY! LET ME GO! WHY AM I STUCK IN THE AIR LIKE THIS!" I complained to him, using all of my might to get out of it but it was useless. This invisible was just too strong for me to break the grasp off, it continues to tighten, making me feel like my blood vessels were getting constricted as I start to gag from the pain.
"AH.. FUCK! GET THIS OFF ME! IT'S TIGHTENING! PLEASE!" I begged the man in the corner who's silently observing me suffer like this. THAT BASTARD IS ENJOYING THIS ISN'T HE! IF I WASN'T STUCK HERE, I WOULD HAVE BEATEN HIS ASS UP QUICKLY!
"Why are you so aggressive? You know, out of all the women I've met in my years living as a demon, you are by far one of the most unlady-like women I've ever met. Are you just naturally born crusty or is that because of your period or something?" He chirped, continuing to make fun of me.
"I wasn't trying to be ladylike for you douchebag!" With full force I tried to pull out of the invisible hand's grasp, making me get away from its grubby grasp. "Why the hell would anyone act nice to you when you're just a perverted playboy! Also, what do you mean by the souls have to be of equal value?" I went back on the topic.
At this point, I should probably forget about punching this guy's face for a second and actually pay attention to what he is saying. If I'm going to use this power he bestows to me, I'll have to actually plan and weight the pros and cons to it first but this guy is just too annoying to even work with. I don't think I'll last a second without wanting to punch this dude and kick him in the testicles.
"As I told you, their value is determined by how many souls they will affect when they die. Like for example, if a person is a president, and they die. It will affect the whole country itself, meaning for all the people it will affect, that is how big the value of their soul is. Compared to someone like a homeless person who barely has no one that loves them or cares if they die. Their souls are pretty much pocket change in the order."
"So what's my value exactly?" I suddenly became curious about it. Becoming wide-eyed to know about it. He then gives me a sarcastic and spoke in a condescending look. "Don't expect it to be high. Since every person you know in your life, already knows you'll die in a year. All of them pretty much already got used to you not even being here anymore. So in your case, you're as valuable as someone in the streets. Pretty much someone that no one cares about." He scoffed me off, laughing as my face contorted into a scowl.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I tried to stand up from my bed but I can feel a set of unseen hands grabbing me down, not wanting me to go up against him. "LET ME GO! UGH! YOU ARE A PIG!"
"Hahahaha!" He continued to laugh at me, making me even more furious than I already am. He was enjoying my agony that much. Though I guess he is right. There's no point in me trying to get my ego hurt. I already knew that I had a worthless soul.