All I Wanted Was A Life Of Power But I Paid For It With My Soul

All I Wanted Was A Life Of Power But I Paid For It With My Soul

It was a Thursday, which means ladies’ night. I found a girl who was already pretty drunk – a petite girl with black hair and ridiculously pale skin – and started smooth-talking her, plying her with shots. She took to me like a fish to water – I’m pretty hot, what can I say? – and pretty soon she was down and out for the count.

I told the bouncers she was my sister and I was going to take her home. They looked skeptical until I handed out a few twenties, which seemed to convince them. I loaded her up in my arms and took her into the back alley.

She was really, really drunk, but even so she twitched and thrashed a little when I started cutting the flesh around her eye-socket. It was pretty hard getting the eye out, and I managed to mash the first one up pretty badly in my attempts. I tried on the second eye, and this time it went better – I managed to extricate it and get it into the jar with relatively little difficulty. By this time, the girl was moaning and breathing hard. I figured someone would find her pretty quick in that back alley, so I headed home, content that I’d gotten what I wanted.

Oscar was much more pleased with this offering. The eye was still intact and it was big and blue – very pretty. He told me he’d see me the next night and left my apartment, much like he’d done the night before. Once again, sleep overcame me and I fell asleep in my living room.

The next morning, a knock came at my door. I opened it and there she was, the girl of my dreams, with every specification that I’d given Oscar. She looked beautiful, and I yanked her into my apartment and spent the whole morning fucking her into the mattress. She didn’t talk, which was great, and didn’t give me a name, so I gave her one. She didn’t seem to mind being called Ruby. The best part was that when I was finished with her, she just up and left. No lazing around in my apartment, mooching off me or clinging to me. Like I said, perfect.

By the time Oscar showed up the next night – 3 am, on the dot – I had my next wish planned out. I knew that Oscar was only planning on giving me three wishes, so if I wanted to keep living a life of luxury, I needed to be in a position to get it for myself. And Oscar… he could give me that.

For my last wish.

He seemed incredibly pleased when I told him what I wanted.

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Rona Vaselaar is a graduate from the University of Notre Dame and currently attending Johns Hopkins as a graduate student.

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