"The Savior"A Story by Carly CarsonNatty just made a deal with the devil. Now can she get out of it?“The Savior” By Carly Carson Nat
got out of bed as she slipped her nightgown over her bare body and slipped her
high hills on her feet. She walked over to the naked man lying in bed and put
her hands on her hips. Nat was an attractive young woman. She was thin and had
long brown hair and tan skin. “Mr.
Johnson, you owe me two hundred and fifty dollars!” Nat said to the man. Mr.
Johnson threw the blankets off of him revealing his nude body to the lady once
more. He walked over to her and pressed himself against her. “Come
on Nat! How about another round?” He asked the lady. Mr. Johnson was quite an
unattractive man. He was slightly overweight and had grayish silver body hair
all over him. “That
will be another two hundred and fifty dollars Mr. Johnson!” Nat said to him
pushing him away slightly. Mr. Johnson pressed himself back up against her.” “Come
on baby! How about this time it’s on you? You know you want it.” Mr. Johnson
said grabbing her aggressively. “In
your dreams! Now pay me my damn two hundred and fifty dollars!” Nat said
pushing him away again. “Come
on!” He screamed at her. “No!
Get away!” Nat screamed pushing Mr. Johnson down on the wooden floor. Mr.
Johnson stood up and angrily walked over to his nightstand grabbing his wallet.
He reached in pulling out two one hundred dollar bills and one fifty-dollar
bill. He placed the wallet back on the nightstand and walked over to Nat. “Here
you go b***h! Here’s your f*****g money! Now get the hell out of my house!” Mr.
Johnson screamed at the young woman throwing the money at her. The money glided
across the room towards her but falls down to the wooden floor. She bent over
and picked up the money and counted it. After counting it she walked over to
the corner of the room, slipped on her black silk thong and stuffed the cash
into the front of it. Nat walked over to the bedroom door and looked back at
Mr. Johnson. “Nice
doing business with you!” Nat said to Mr. Johnson as she walked out the door. “Yeah,
not so much b***h!” Mr. Johnson yelled as he took a sip of wine. Nat walked
down the dark hallway towards the staircase sobbing and holding herself
tightly. She walked town the stairs to the floor and walked over to the door.
She opened the door and ran out of the house. “You
have to stick in there Natty! Even though you hate it! You have to stick in
there so you can pay to go to school.” Nat mumbled to herself as she brushed
her hair behind her ears with her hands and continued to walk away from the
house of Mr. Johnson. Natty
continued walking reaching a dark ally. “Time
to go and get another job I guess.” Natty angrily said to herself. She turned
to walk down the dark ally of the big city. The ally was dark and damp and had
a depressing feel to it. Homeless man after homeless man, stray pet after stray
were digging around in the dumpster looking for food. As she reached the end of
the ally, she began feeling as if she was being watched. “Natty.”
A voice whispered in her ear. “What?
Who the hell is this?” She asked the voice. “Who?
Me? I’m just and opportunity.” The voice said to her. “What
kind of opportunity?” She asked the voice. “How
does it feel to be a no good s**t? How does it feel to be a w***e?” The voice
asked her. Nat began to cry. “Shut
the f**k up!” Nat screamed sobbing. “Don’t
worry Nat, I can change all of that.” The voice said her. Natty whipped the
rears from her face, rolled her eyes, and began laughing. “Oh.
How exactly can you change it? What are you? Some kind of super pimp?” Natty
said to the voice in a mocking tone. “I
guess you can say that.” The voice said as a man stepped out of the corner. The
man was about six feet tall and was quite muscular. He had a shaved head and
was sporting a pointed goatee at the base of his chin. The man was wearing a
silky black button up shirt along with a silky red jacket and silky red tie. “Who
are you?” Natty asked the man. “I
have many names. But most importantly, I am your savior.” The man said to her.
Natty looked at the man with disbelief. “You
are my savior.” She asked him. “Yes
my dear. I am. I can make you a queen. I can give you anything you have ever
dreamed of.” The man said to Nat. “Anything?”
Nat asked as she was starting to get interested. Natty smiled at the man. “Yes!
Anything baby. All you have to do is listen to me.” He said to her. She smiled
at him again and grabbed him by the arm and linked them together. The man
smiled back at her and led the way to his throne. After
they arrived at his mansion they went through the metal gates and walked up to
the front door. On the right side of the door where a doorbell would normally
be was a keypad with numbers on it. The pressed the numbers 666 and the door
opened. He walked her in his house. It was the most magnificent house she had
ever seen. The centerpiece of the living room was a miniature waterfall with a
small tiger shark at the base of it. “Welcome
home my dear!” The man said as he turned towards the staircase and led her to
the master bedroom. He opened the door of the master bedroom and turned on the
lights. As the room light up Nat’s mouth dropped open with awe. The
man led her to the bed and sat her down. At that point another man walked in.
He was short and had a red body. Small horns were growing out of his head much
like that of a baby goat. She had a pointed tail and was wearing a tux but with
no pants. “Sir,
the man upstairs needs a word with you.” The little demon man said. “Tell
him not now! I’m busy.” The strange man said to the demon. The demon nodded,
turned around, and walked out of the room. “What
the hell was that?” She asked him. “That
was my Nimrod, my assistant.” The mystery man said. Nat looked at him confused. ‘Wait
a minute. Nimrod? The man upstairs? 666? You are him!” Nat said pointing at
him. “You’re
right! I am. And you are about to be know my Mrs.” The man said to her. “No!
I want the hell out of here!” Nat said pushing him away and walking towards the
door. The man got up to grab her. “Wait
b***h! We are not finished yet!” The man screamed. Only this time I was not the
voice of a man. It was the voice of a demon. He threw her onto his bed and
ripped off her nightgown throwing it to the floor. He began to change. He was
no longer the muscular stranger she had met, but now an old red skinned demon
with a pointed tail and gray hair around the edge of his head. The top of his
head was bald with liver spots and horns growing out of his fore head. His eyes
were now full of black emptiness and his teeth were now pointed and razor
sharp. “NO!
NO! NO!” Nat screamed as he penetrated her. “It’s
too late for that now b***h!” The demonic figure screamed at her. While Nat
screamed out of terror, the beast screamed out of nothing but pure pleasure. The
next morning the man was back to his normal self. He was muscular once more and
his head was shave with no horns able to be seen. He got up and began getting
dressed putting on his white button up dress shirt and a black silk tie with
black dress pants and black leather dress shoes. Natty sat up in the bed
shaking with her hair now a white color and was wearing a white night gown. She
reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a glass bottle of wine. The demon
looked over at her and walked towards the bed. “What
the hell are you doing? You know you are not supposed to drink alcohol with a
bun in the oven.” The man said to her rubbing her belly. “To
hell with your baby!” Nat said to him as she took a sip of wine. The demon
grabbed the wine bottle from her and threw it against the wall once again turning
into the demonic figure from last night. “Listen
b***h! You f*****g do what I say! I am your master!” The demon said. Nat stood
up from the bed and walked over to the balcony. “What
the hell are you doing?” The demon asked her. Nat smiled at him. “I
can’t bring another one of you in the world!” She said as she climbed up on the
railing. “See you in hell.” Natty said
as she winked at him and threw her self off of the balcony. “NOOO!”
The demonic man screamed running over to the balcony trying to stop her, but it
was too late. He looked over the balcony down at the splattered remains of his
bride to be.
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