That dark stormy night twenty years ago was when she decided to make a deal with the devil knowing fully well that she would have to pay back with interest. The devil had bared his teeth and malaciously lent her his cold soul. ” Twenty years” he had whispered.
Minutes later she was staring down at Juan’s face as his pebbly black eyes peered at him with one last desperate appeal. The carotid at the side of his neck throbbed like mad trying to pump every last drop of his blood to his brain, but she couldn’t step back now! It was Juan who was a junkie, it was he who lived his life in a daze jumping in and out of one hallucination to another and surely such an addict can’t be the sole heir to the entire conglomerate. Admittedly she had always fed this addiction of his with endless supply of substance but then father should have known better than trust a deranged son over the sharp witted daughter. Thunder struck and in the flash of lightening she could see life drain from his eyes. As a coup de grace , she took the fishing knife and with one swoop cut off the throbbing artery. Blood spurt out like freshly slaughtered lamb, Juan even did bleat like one…..pathetic!!!!
Today she stood admiring herself in the mirror as she remembered that stromy night twenty years ago; but this storm was different. It seemed to mirror the storm inside her head. The thunder outside seemed to reverberate with the throbbing of the carotid in her neck, the sound of bleating echoed her skull and then came the sharp cutting pain in her throat….The devil was recovering what was owed.
