"Sister, I heard that man's voice again, are you sure you are okay?" Marcy asked faking a worried voice, how come she failed to catch the man again when she was so careful and quiet.
"Just say the word and she is dead, I would make sure to give her a very special place in hell." The devil chuckled at the last part, still playing with Amelia's red hair.
"Can you please get out, l'm okay and there is no man here." Amelia dismissed Marcy irritated at her act, can the bitch not just be herself for once, she does not ever seem to get out of character, even so Amelia did not wish to kill her, Marcy might be stupid but it is because she is insecure, killing might be a bit too much for her.
Marcy has teary eyes as she left the bathroom, as soon as Marcy left the bathroom she finally felt the oppressive force on her leave her.
While in the bathroom, Marcy could barely hold it in, there was this eerie feeling in there and a oppressive feeling like someone was watching her, but how come that Amelia felt none of those was still able to remain calm in there it was just so bone chilling.
Marcy looked down on her arms to see goosebumps that were still there due to the experience in the bathroom making her wonder what was Amelia really hiding.
"Why can't Marcy see you." Amelia asked as she continued brushing but was only replied with a grope on her breasts, "Is that really what you should be bothered about right now." The devil asked looking at Amelia flushed face, "Please stop this, I have to go down for breakfast or the whole family would be here in a minute." Amelia said irritated.
"Why did you not want me to kill her." The devil asked curiously trailing his hands lower from Amelia chest.
"I do not want anyone's blood on my hands." Amelia causally said.
"That sounds funny coming from you." The devil chuckled lowly, Amelia wanted to ask what he meant but decided to ignore him secretly blaming herself for stupidly accepting the deal without thinking things through.
After much effort to get the devil to release her, Amelia headed downstairs for breakfast, today marks the beginning of her money gathering plan, which she hopes works well.
Getting downstairs Amelia was met with Mrs Johnson disdain filled eyes and guessed that Marcy must have done something.
Putting a nonchalant look, Amelia drew her chair back and gracefully ate her food like the elegant woman she was stunning the Johnson's family.
The former Amalia had no regard for how she was treated nor did she have any manners making it easier for Marcy to harm her identity but now, sitting there and looking graceful was definitely something she would not do.
Marcy curiously glanced at Amelia, they looked the same and dressed the same but the temperament was very different.
Amelia under their gazes started feeling uncomfortable not because of them but because of the devil that was busy caressing her thighs like she was the only one he could bother about.
Amelia wanted to glare at the fellow but did not even know which direction to face as she could not see him.
"Don't you have work to do or something." Amelia muttered lowly so as to not allow the Johnson's hear her speak.
"I am busy seducing my wife, but sadly she is a little difficult to get turned on." The devil said like a man that was badly disappointed at his failure despite his hard work.
The devil hands moved up further touching Amelia's special place causing her to jolt at the contact, "Sister are you okay." Marcy asked with fake concern on her face as she held Amelia's hand gently.
"I...I... am fine." Amelia managed to say, "Are you sure? you look sweaty." Marcy asked once more, Amelia cursed at her inwardly, can't this bitch mind her business for once suddenly regretting not taking the devil's offer to kill her that time, sadly the offer has passed already.
"As long as it is you the offer can last as long as it could." The devil said digging his finger deeper, making Amelia face hotter than it was originally.
"Excuse me." Amelia managed to say standing up heading back upstairs while walking awkwardly.
As Amelia ascended the stairs she could hear Mrs Johnson for chastising her for having bad manners and leaving the table without any permission but that was less of her concern right now.
"What are you doing?" Amelia asked almost crying as she felt a hand hug her waist the moment she closed the door.
"Did you not come upstairs so we could have a special private time together?" The devil asked while his hands went up massaging Amelia's breasts gently.
Amelia wriggled from his grip and looked towards his direction, although she could not see him, Amelia could still point out were he stood.
"Special time my ass, you need to put a leash on those hands of yours." Amelia whisper yelled not wanting her voice to travel downstairs.
"Your ass is indeed special, it felt so firm and juicy last time I touched It." The devil husky voice sounded.
Was this guy even listening to her at all, Amelia wondered.
"Give me sometime to process all this bride shit of yours, do not just come out of nowhere and start groping me like I am some sex toy." Amelia said rudely.
After waiting for some time to hear a response, all Amelia got was nothing but the birds chirping happily at the morning sun, good at least the annoying being was out of her hair Amelia thought.
Amelia tummy grumbled in hunger making her remember that she had left the dinning table half way through to filling her belly, out of frustration Amelia hands went through her hair as she ruffled it up, it was that darn seducer fault Amelia hissed angrily as her hair fell back on her big grey polo shirt making her look alluring to the eyes.