As scared as I was of the guy, I may have lost my temper a bit. Out of shock.
“Why the hell would I do that?” I sputtered scornfully.
“You’re the best option I have,” he said sadly. “It has to be a freshly deceased blood descendant. My daughter Evelyn was my only child, so I only have you, your uncles and your cousins to choose from. And you guys are a disappointingly pleasant brood. You’re actually the most evil person in your family, and it’s only because you’re a small-time bully with some entitlement issues. You’ve treated some classmates like crap, but you don’t do much raping, murdering or stealing. You and your family are an embarrassment to my legacy.” He smiled sarcastically. “But I have to work with what I’ve got. So here you are.” He poured himself another glass of wine.
“What makes you think I’ll agree to this?” I asked.
He stood and stepped around the desk again to approach me. I struggled to move as he towered over me, but my hands and feet felt like they’d been tied to the chair, even though I could clearly see there was nothing around my wrists.
The Devil calmly reached into his pocket. Swiftly, he withdrew a butterfly knife, swung it open, and slashed at my forearm with surprising speed. He’d opened up a four-inch gash that was starting to bleed profusely.
“The hell was that for?” I shouted angrily.
Without answering, he retrieved his glass from the desk, knelt beside me, and held the glass under my arm to allow blood to drip into the wine. “What are you doing?” I grunted in frustration.
He continued to ignore me and put the glass to his lips, pouring its contents down his throat, blood and all. Then he smiled at me again. “Well,” he said finally, “Now that the details have been taken care of, I’m off to enjoy my retirement.”
“Don’t you need a replacement first?” I said angrily.
“I already have one,” he said tauntingly. “You.”