Chapter 42 - Cementing the bergain

" Never. I'm not a chicken. I am MR. Mary. I raised this Place to what it now is and here in this room is where I am going to die drinking my expensive wine and watching a whore or two twerk for me while I breath my last." Said the old man causing me to make the sign of the crucifix over my face and shoulder. He had showed another part of himself to me that could only lead him to bask eternally in hell. He needed my help more than I even thought. I stood up calm like someone on his way out and backed the old man while I faced his expensive wine cellar. I was quick to wear my latex hand gloves as I wondered what death would be painless for him. The blades or the kerchiefs. The kerchief was perfect but had tendencies to hurt the old man. The blades were painless and quick to summon death.