"Here! Let's make a contract!" Rak'Tharos slashed his paw open with his claws and drew blood. "I promise to make you as powerful as me, if not my blood will rot and I will die a horrible death!"
Jennifer looked at him in confusion.
"Give me your hand. You'll have a chance to accept or reject the contract later on." Rak'Tharos said impatiently.
Jennifer stretched out her little hand to him.
Rak'Tharos gently made a small cut on her delicate hand and pressed it to his paw. He was careful not to hurt it too much because her hands were extremely important to him. Afterall, they were the source of all the heavenly food which he would be eating for the whole of that year.
Immediately, the details of the contract appeared in their minds.
Jennifer frowned when she studied the contract and found that it was riddled with loopholes.
"I want to modify the contract." She demanded.
"Go ahead and make whatever changes you want to make!" Rak'Tharos said in exasperation.
