𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:
I looked around the room and saw my reflection in the window. It took me a minute to realize how...different I looked. "W-what the hell...Why do I look like this?" I pressed my hands against my face as Satan continued looking through my sins. Without lifting his head he spoke softly yet firmly, "You are in hell. Of course, you will look...demon-ish."
I frowned and continued touching my face before moving my hands slowly to the top of my head. Horns. I could feel terror showing on my face but quickly fixed myself and walked over to the table that "Mr. Satan" [his name tag stated] was sitting on. I let out a tired sigh and noticed how dim the room was. "Why exactly is it so dark in here?"
He ignored me and set down the stack before turning to me and narrowing his eyes. "Huh..?" I was kind of confused by the look on his face.
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..? 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢...
With a firm and velvet voice I spoke, "Stand."
She instantly stood with a slightly horrified look on her face. But it was only there for a split second. She knew how to keep a poker face. I could feel the sinister grin spread across my face. She would be perfect. Exactly what I need. "You will be a peasant and work in a brothel. Cleaning is what you will do. And it better be done right or you will be executed. Understood?"
Luci cocked her head and looked at me with a frustrated look. "Who do I look like to you? Do you think I would do such low-life work? Well, let me tell you-" I grabbed her hair and pinned her down against the glossy wood table with a small grunt. She let out a gasp and tried to escape my grip so I tightened it. "You will obey my word. I am your master and you are my slave. Don't make me repeat myself," I said with a polite smile on my face. She went rigid and nodded. "S-sorry.."
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵..𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴??! 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
Satan handed me a stack of clothes and pointed towards a door on the other side of the room. "Go change," he said while pulling out a cigar from his suit pocket and lighting it. I quickly walked to the room and changed. Looking at myself in the mirror and blushing. A small black leather skin-tight crop-top along with matching pants and a pair of boots. My chest was nearly falling out of the shirt. I walked out of the small room and back into the main one where my "master" was standing and smoking his cigar.
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He turned and looked at me with hazy eyes before nodding. "Good enough," he said with a slightly seductive voice. I already knew what he was thinking, "Disgusting," I spat out with a hand on my hip. Satan smirked and walked over to me. Grabbed my waist and lifted my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes. "Oh don't be so bratty~ You look quite nice~," He rubbed his thumb against my bottom lip as I blushed intensely. His hand had trailed down to my ass and squeezed lightly before kissing my neck. "Ahn..~," I let out a soft moan before he let go and smirked. "T-that's it??!" I asked furiously. The sly demon nodded before dropping what was left of his cigar into an ashtray on the table. "Did you want more~?" He asked with a teasing yet concerned look on his face. I was caught off guard so I stomped on his foot and crossed my arms, "Of course not you idiot!" I nearly screamed at him.
He pretended to be in pain before shaking his head and saying calmly, "What a shame. I was so ready for some fun~"
Satan walked out of the room and I followed.
𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.. I thought angrily.