#Somewhere in the middle of nowhere#
Mackenzie panted as she struggled to walk between the thick bushes infront of her. "Almost there. Just a little further." she said to herself as she walked on.
Minutes later, she found herself infront of a small old house. "Here goes nothing."
The young woman grunted as she pushed the house door, trying as much as possible to burst it open. Taking a few steps back, she charged towards the door, forcing it open.
She screamed as she found herself on the dirty floor of the old house. She spat out particles from her mouth and slowly pushed herself up.
"Great now I'm all dirty." she said to herself as she tried rubbing off the dust clung to her clothes. Mackenzie was dressed in a black silk mini dress, black lacy leggings, a leather jacket and black boots; the typical outfit of the slutty rebel and criminal she was.
She closed the door of the house, surveying her surroundings before doing so, to make sure no one saw her or was following her.
She walked deeper into the house. The house was dimly lit by a candle somewhere inside. "Lucifer." she called out softly, walking deeper into the house.
"To what do I owe this visit?" a deep voice asked. Mackenzie stopped. Turning to her right, she saw him. Seated in the old living room of the house was the devil himself.
The light that dimly lit up the house were from two small candles that hung on either side of the living room walls. The living room was naked. The only things in it were the armchair at the center which Lucifer was seated on, a red rug infront of the armchair; on which the devil placed his feet and a small wooden side table to the left of the chair which held a cup of tea.
Lucifer was breathtaking; obviously. He was dressed smartly in a neatly ironed black three piece suit and a pair of nicely polished shoes. His left leg tapped softly on the rug while the other leg was crossed on top of the other.
"Lucifer." Mackenzie whispered again. "My question remains unanswered." he said.
"I'm tired and sick of this. It's about time it ends." Mackenzie declared, turning her frame to face the devil in the chair. Lucifer raised a brow and smirked.
He said nothing. "Answer me!" she yelled. "Don't you come here yelling at me. You brought this upon yourself. You broke the deal."
"What?!" Mackenzie asked, a confused look plastered on her face. "How?"
Lucifer sighed. "The deal was you engage in criminal activities for 16 years and every month within those years,.... you are to give me something,... hot."
He paused, letting his words sink in for a while. "You didn't. Not even once so if you want this to end,... you have to go another 16 years." He smirked and she stared, wide eyed.
"What if,..." she said as she started walking towards him. He dropped his crossed leg as she walked closer. She placed her knee between his legs and pinned him between her hands to the armchair. "...I pay up now."
"It's pointless now, but I'm up for the offer." the devil smirked. "Gladly." Mackenzie said before crashing her lips against his.