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Chapter 18 - Making Bets

I knew she would answer. I could tell from the one interaction between them I witnessed that the Director favored Rose and cared about her.

Shaking my head, I said, "Don't worry, she will answer, trust me."

Rose's eyes were bright even in the low lit glow of the city. I could see she had a few tears threatening to fall.

I walked over and put my arms around her. It was the first time I felt my heartache deeply.

"I will be fine. Please trust me."

I felt her nod against my chest, "Okay, Master, I trust you."

I let go and turned, walking to the edge. I was scared shitless inside. Keeping a brave face was easy, feeling it was a different matter.

Gulping down the terrified lump in my throat, I climbed up on the small brick wall. Thoughts of how I was going to fall were running through my mind. Should I face forward or keep my back to the edge, so I don't see the concrete coming at my face?

It really didn't matter because the moment I tried climbing up and balancing on the slim wall, I slipped and started falling, screaming in horror as I saw the roof get further away.

I heard Rose scream Master right before darkness clouded my eyes. It was done. I had died. I knew I must have because I felt pain in my entire being, something I didn't plan on beforehand, but then it was gone. I didn't wander in the darkness very long, I don't think, because I heard Rose's voice.

"Master, Master, wake up, Master," she repeatedly said.

I could finally feel my body again and slowly lifted my eyelids to see her beautiful deep violets staring at me. She was smiling, and I recognized the door behind her that led to the bedroom.

When I turned my head, I almost yelped, not expecting to see the Director looming over me.

"Ceil Jankins, you are either seriously stupid or a weak, scared, lovesick fool of a human to do what you have done."

I wanted to smile at her. She knew I knew all too well what I'd done.

"I might be stupid, but that pile of dead trees," I said sarcastically, "clearly states that in the event of my second death, the contract between Rose and I becomes null and void. She is pardoned of her transgressions and can return to the academy."

The Director, wearing a skin-tight, full baby blue suit and killer black heels, I noticed, with no panty lines whatsoever, grinned at me and said, "You think you're so smart? Okay, Mr. Smartypants, you must also know you are still obligated to fulfill your punishment. Therefore, I will assign you a new sex slave IMMEDIATELY."

This point is where a cocky attitude would get me in trouble, so I kept it pleasant for the sake of not having completed my scheme just yet.

"You are right, Director," I replied, standing up and coming face to face with her, "it does state I will be assigned a new sex slave. However, if I die again, and again, and again, wouldn't it put a lot of pressure on you when you already have the academy breathing down your throat for a Master replacement?"

She narrowed her eyes at me and then glanced at Rose before back at me, "You read the message?"

I nodded, "I did. So I died on purpose to get you here and make a deal."

The Director looked at me for a moment before throwing her head back and erupting in laughter, "Make a deal? With you? Listen here," she started to say, poking me in the chest, "You poor excuse of a human, Ceil Jankins. I am the DIRECTOR of HELL. I wouldn't have to so much as think it, and you could become a pile of useless human ashes on the floor!"

She poked me so hard that I fell back on the couch, and when a fire ignited in her eyes and massive curling horns sprouted from the sides of her head, I started really questioning my life choices.

"STOP! Don't hurt my Master!" Rose yelled before she threw her body on mine, managing to sit in my lap while she spread her tiny arms and legs wide. I could feel the heat coming in waves from her body. Then, I felt movement from her bottom and looked down to see her tiny long tail pop out and painfully hit me in the groin.

"You can't hurt my Master, Director. It's against the rules!"

The woman stepped back, and I watched over Rose's shoulder to see the horns quickly curl back in.

She collected herself and straightened her suit before saying cordially, "I wasn't going to hurt him, Rose. I made the rules, don't forget. It was just an attempt to scare him."

Rose nodded slightly, "Master wants to become a Demon Grand Master. He wants to go with Rose to the academy. Please let him go, Director."

The woman laughed again, a little less menacing, and said, "Ah! So that's the deal you plan on offering? No, it won't happen."

I picked Rose up and set her aside, wincing because my groin hurt where her cute tail pinged me.

"Why not!? You have to find a replacement; I don't want to leave Rose's side. So it's a win-win situation. You keep your job, and I get to stay with Rose."

The director shook her head, "This is why you aren't allowed to remember having intercourse, the most intimate part of a relationship. However, you, Ceil Jankins, it took one blow job, and you fell in love. The answer is no. Besides, it's a rule no humans are allowed in Hell other than to serve eternity being lit by fire."

She crossed her arms and turned away, trying to show me finality in her answer, but I wasn't giving up yet.

"What if I told you I want to become Grand Master, and I would protect your sex slaves so that they would never be bartered off to serve those they don't like or be emotionally abused by the current shitty Grand Master."

The Director shook her head and turned to me, "Ceil Jankins, do you not know the true definition of a sex slave? Since when does a sex slave require being protected? They are created to protect themselves if they so choose. They aren't bartered off but assigned. Those seals they have to get as punishment are necessary to fuel the fires of Hell," she said before sitting in the sofa chair next to us.

"Your righteous ambitions are fruitless, my dear. Besides, you can't protect them from the Academy's Grand Master. He's top-level. You'd die after the first week of being a mere Master in Hell."

I was still trying to reach for a solution to get her to say yes, so I went with the next best thing. Gambling.

"Want to make a bet? If I can last one week, I win, and you must let me stay. If I lose, you send me back here, and I will spend the rest of my life helping your sex slaves service other men to acquire contract seals. You win, either way, Director. You get a replacement and keep your job, or you get your own personal sex slave secretary here on Earth, living only to fill quotas for Hell."