[ WP ] You 're a demon working in Hell , when someone asks to see the manager .

`` You'll need to make a sacrifice'' I told her, shrugging my shoulders. 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' She asked, partly concerned but mostly offended. `` What do I even *have*? We're in fucking hell... I do n't even have any clothes...'' 
 
 `` Ya' got skin... blood... eyeballs... hands... I do n't care. Pick something and give it up!'' 
 
 She tapped her foot impatiently. I was sort of hoping she'd sacrifice that awful fucking haircut. 
 
 I cleared my throat and pointed down at my wrist where a watch would be if demons had any need to tell time. 
 
 `` Well...'' she sighed `` How about my hair?'' 
 
 `` PERFECT!'' I said, chuckling to myself. 
 
 Fear sparkled in her eyes. 
 
 I picked up a razor blade, sticky and covered in rust, from the dark stone slab I use in place of a desk. I gently pulled her wrist towards me and placed it in the palm of her hand. 
 
 `` Go!'' I said, choking back laughter 
 
 She held the razer blade between her thumb and index finger eyeing it before she looked up again and spoke. 
 
 `` So if I make this sacrifice, you'll let me speak to a manager?'' 
 
 `` Sure, why not?'' 
 
 She eyed me suspiciously. 
 
 `` Do it now before I change my mind'' I told her sternly. 
 
 She grabbed a bit of her hair and began to saw away at it with the dull blade. 
 
 `` All of it'' I said, wagging my finger and shaking my head disappointedly. `` Ya' got ta start at the scalp'' 
 
 She shuttered and placed the blade at her hair line and again began sawing at her hair, this time blood began pouring down her scalp. 
 
 `` I do n't wan na' see any stubble...'' I told her, smiling and winking'' 
 
 She winced in pain as she sawed away the flesh on her scalp. Her face was now covered in hot blood and tears rolled down her cheeks cutting through the dark red. 
 
 `` Almost there'' I told her encouragingly, although still in the most condescending tone I could muster. 
 
 `` She whimpered and continued peeling'' 
 
 I again pointed down at the imaginary watch on my wrist. `` Times running out!'' 
 
 She scrambled and began working faster, her hands shaking and struggling to grip the wet razer blade. Blood bubbled at her lips and she let it roll down her chin. 
 
 She whimpered and cried out as she gripped the last of her hair and scalp and ripping it from her bald blood soaked head. 
 
 Then she collapsed on the stone slab, panting and crying. `` Can... I... see... him now? 
 
 I chuckled. `` Welcome to Hell. Learn to be a little less gullible'' 
 
 

