I dressed up in a velvet Prada suit and brushed my curly black hair, before heading out in the night, trying to find people that would sell their souls to me. It was simple to find those people, here in LA. There were lots of humans that would do it, just for a palm of money, good drugs and sex. Pathetic. I stepped inside my red jaguar and drove to one of my favourite places to find souls to collect, The pit. The pit was a night club, where nobody cared that people were passed out drunk on the floor, high over their heels, or screwing around in the bathroom. It was my private bouffet. I always found something lurking in there at midnight. I parked the jaguar in front of the tall building, painted in black and tossed the keys to the Valette that stood in front of the huge glass doors. I entered the building, welcomed by two women making out in the threshold and three perverts that touched themselves watching them. Inside, the waitresses were half naked, dressed in playboy bunny costumes and had chockers around their mouths, ready to serve the men inside, a show they would never forget. I sat at a table, next to the bar and laid my legs on the wooden table, watching the people around me. They were all on ecstasy, making out and even fucking in front of everyone, without a care whatsoever. I fished for my pack of cigarettes and drew one to my lips, stopped by the barman, who was shirtless and wore a bowtie around his neck.

"No smoking in here." He said, clutching his hand around my wrist. I looked deep into his eyes and my pupils shrank while his extended as the blue of my eyes transformed into a pale red colour.

"I can smoke here." I whispered and he nodded, releasing my hand. I lit my cigarette and then said: "Also, I'm thirsty. Bring me some vodka, will you?" He nodded his head and walked back to the bar, bringing me a vodka. I snapped my fingers and released him from the state of trance he was in, making sure he wouldn't remember a thing.

I loved playing with their minds, so easy to control. I looked around me, trying to find someone, when I saw a tall, blonde, gorgeous woman, seemingly distressed, drinking beer by herself at the bar. I rose to my feet and walked up to her. I tapped on her shoulder as I sat down next to her and she turned her head to face me. Her face was puffed by hours of crying and seemed like exactly what I needed. She was instantly drew by my charm and I smiled, making her smile too. I touched her hand and looked into her eyes, speaking loud and clear.

"What is your desire, darling?" Her pupils expanded and she looked like a zombie, saying:

"I want to get high and fuck someone so hard that my body would hurt the next day. I just got dumped and lost my house."

Her words were music to my ears. She was an easy prey, someone I needed to have that night.

I whispered into her ear:

"Follow me." And she rose to her feet in an instant, following me like a moth to a flame. I lured her outside, out of the noises and people that could snoop around us.

"That's all you want?" I asked as she remained in the state of trance. "I can give you everything you want." She smiled and I could see her face lit.

"I want to be rich and famous and kill my ex." Here words were barely intelligible from the amount of alcohol she had drank that night.

"Would you sell your soul to be rich and famous?" I asked with an evil grin on my face.

"Yes!" She responded without a second thought.

"Then I can help you with everything you want, if you follow me to this place." I said, pointing to the hotel, next to the night club. She nodded her head and I took her hand, leading the way to the hotel. In the lobby, I walked to the receptionist and looked into his eyes. His pupils expanded as my eyes turned from blue to pale red with shrunk pupils.

"You will give me a key to your finest room. Then you will forget we ever came here." He nodded his head and handed me the key to the room six six six, what a great coincidence. I led the way on the stairs and walked into the room with the woman following me. I locked the door and looked at her.

"I don't know about getting you high, but I can make you rich and famous and also, your body will surely hurt when I am done with you tonight." I said and she nodded her head, taking off her silver shimmery dress, revealing her beautiful body. She had a butterfly tattooed between her breasts and a cheetah print coming down from the base of her lower back down to her butt, covering one side of it. I grabbed her by her butt and brought her closer to me, pressing her breast against my body, feeling her nipples harden. I kissed her on the lips and could feel her melt into my hands, wanting me to fuck her just as bad as I wanted to. She struggled to unbutton my pants as we kissed passionately and when she did, she took down my pants, coming slowly down to my pelvis and then brushed her lips against my pubic bone and down to my penis, which she licked with passion.

"Don't rush." I stopped her and got her on her feet. "Business first." I whispered and brushed my hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes as traces of red light came out of her mouth and into mine. When her soul was mine, I pinned her down the bed and kissed her on her back, hearing her moan as I penetrated her.

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