The Director eyed me with her sharp green eyes, "You're serious?
Knowing it piqued her interest, I responded, "Dead serious."
Her laugh sounded like the wicked witch, be it a sexy one, "Ha ha, alright, Ceil Jankins, you have a deal! I'll allow your sad excuse for human existence show me just how far you're willing to go. I warn you that this will NOT be as easy as you think. I won't go into details now because they will be in the contract. But once I take you to Hell, don't try backing out on me! I'll give you a few hours to wrap up your life here and return to bring you back to Hell. However, if you think for a single second that you're going to be living the good life eating peaches and cream, think again. Much like living in Hell on earth, you will live the same in Hell itself. The only difference is Rose. She will be there to take care of you in some aspects," she frowned and shook her head at Rose and then looked back at me, saying, "You both are now a part of this little scheme, so you both will be responsible for each other. If you die in Hell, you stay dead, and Rose will return to square one. So guard yourself close, Ceil Jankins!"
With that, she snapped her fingers and was gone.
I had done it, and I was scared shitless.
Looking at Rose, her eyes were full of tears, so I asked, "Rose, what's wrong? She agreed, and you get to go back to school! Why are you crying?"
She jumped on me, wrapping her arms tight around my waist, and nuzzled my chest like a cat, "Rose is so happy, Master Ceil! Rose will take good care of you! I will feed you and give you lots of hugs. I will even clean your bedding every day, Master. Leave it to Rose to take care of Master!"
Laughing, I patted her head, "I'm not a pet, silly. I can take care of myself. Let's just hope I didn't bite off more than I can chew."
She nodded, nuzzling me more, and then I felt her hand slowly slip over my thigh and rub me, making me instantly hard, but I jumped out of her grasp. We didn't have time for that, regrettably.
"Okay, uh, Rose, I better get things taken care of. Why don't you go pack your clothes?" I offered as a distraction.
She nodded and clapped her hands excitedly, jumping up and hurrying to the bedroom. It made me happy to see her in a good mood.
Grabbing my phone, I checked the time. It was almost 6 am! I couldn't call anyone. The leasing office, my work, and my parents would all be asleep or closed.
Between thoughts of the night between Rose and me and thoughts of traveling to a place that was merely fictional by some accounts, my heart was pumping so fast that I couldn't imagine sleeping now myself.
***
I had done it, making the bargain, and a contract was in the works.
Going to a school in Hell that produced sex slaves and Masters seemed bizarre and something you'd not usually talk about in passing conversation. Who knew Hell ran on sexually made energy and the souls of the sex-hungry humans that would sign the contract for just one night of bliss that they wouldn't even remember? No one, unless you actually read the contract, which I missed that part. I found it out too late.
I went headlong into this, not knowing what I'd be doing or where I'd be staying, and nothing prepared me for what I was about to learn.
When I said you don't want a sex slave, I was serious because nothing can prepare you for the responsibility and headache it will cause.
Rose was a blessing, but I almost changed my mind after a while. However, on her behalf, it wasn't her fault. It was mine for not knowing how possessive she truly could be.
***
My parents were first on the list to contact. I was their dirty little secret. Never having attended a university or started a career they could boast about to their friends, they considered me to have never been born. I didn't blame them. It was my fault as their son.
I sent my father an email stating I would be traveling for the company and that it was last minute, and could he please have someone clean out the apartment. It was a monthly lease, having lived here a few years, so there was no penalty, and I was current on the rent.
Money was worth everything to my parents, so I knew he would happily do it to get the deposit back. It was his, after all.
I texted my manager at work, knowing she wouldn't get it until later, but I explained I had contracted a rare disease and was being forced to stay at a treatment facility. She was gullible enough to buy it.
My father would take care of the apartment, but I emailed the leasing office, telling them I heard strange noises from the apartment below me and that the guy down there was hoarding cats. Of course, he wasn't, but the smell of urine always made me gag as I walked by his door, and he was a real asshole, to top it off.
Last but not least, I went into the bedroom and snapped a picture of Rose standing by my bed, shoving stuff into her book bag. I was going to post it on my social media with the comment, "Met my other half, and we're taking off to the Bahamas."
The picture of Rose would speak volumes, not that I cared so much what others thought. There was only one person I was hoping would see it. A coworker I had once asked out on a date. She had pitifully turned me down, and rumors spread the next day at work. Someone even was cruel enough to buy flowers and put them on my desk with a card stating they had sympathy for my rejection.
Lost in thought about the incident while standing at the living room window and staring at the city, Rose yelled from the bedroom.
"I'm all packed, Master! Rose packed your clothes too! You can stay with me at my home. We can do lots of fun things there!"
I smiled, and the embarrassing work incident was suddenly forgotten, "I don't know about that, Rose. But, if I remember correctly, don't students stay with others in the same courses, like Masters with other Masters, maybe?"
She came skipping out of the bedroom. I could tell she was looking forward to going back to Hell.
"Master, where will you stay if you don't stay with Rose?"
Just then, the Director appeared, standing between us.