All I Wanted Was A Life Of Power But I Paid For It With My Soul
If you had three wishes, what would you choose? What wishes would be worth the price of your soul?
At first, nothing happened. The cat yowled in pain but it didn’t die. I twisted harder and harder… eventually there was a thick sort of cracking sound and the cat went limp. It didn’t die right away like I halfway expected it to, but it wheezed for a while, its body tensing up again and thrashing around. It was disgusting. Eventually it gave up, though, and I relaxed.
Now, there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Unfortunately, this was my first time, and I realized pretty quickly that I wasn’t great at it. I pretty much just kept plunging a knife into it until it was mostly dismembered and then scraped the flesh and skin off the bones. I did it in the sink and managed to keep most of the mess contained, although I was definitely going to need to clean the floor afterwards. I finally had a nice little pile of bones, most of the blood and sinew washed off.
I brought it to Oscar, who was still sitting in the living room, waiting for me to do my business.
I dropped the bones in front of him and he looked at it with irritation. “A cat? Really?”
“Hey, you said anything would do.”
He sighed and gathered the bones, standing up. “These will do. I’ll be back around tomorrow night. Don’t go anywhere, I’d prefer to do our business here.”
With that, Oscar lurched towards the door, wildly unbalanced on his spindly legs. He swayed back and forth and something about it made my skin crawl. He unlocked the door and disappeared into the night.
A few moments later, exhaustion overtook me and I passed out on the couch once again.
