[ WP ] Take a quote from /r/NoContext , give it an entirely new context , and end your story with that quote .

My first time so here goes. 
 
 Desmond threw the photo frame across the room as the tears streamed down his face. 
 
 Why!? 
 Why would she do that?! 
 How could she be so stupid?! 
 Didn ’ t she love me?! 
 
 He screamed in anguish through the completely empty house. 
 Pizza boxes strewn across the floor, beer bottles filled with cigarette butts and the god awful stench all told of the pain this man was going through. 
 
 He pulled a bottle of pills out from his bed side table. 
 Oxycodone…what an asshole of a drug….fuck it. What ’ s to lose? 
 He thought whilst he rolled the canister in his hands. 
 
 He poured himself a glass of Jack and Coke and sat on his bed. He started one by one, until there were none left and all he could do was sit there and stare at the ceiling. He started seeing patterns in the faint brown smoke stains, hypnotised and disoriented he tried to make sense of it. Everything went black. 
 
 Eyes beginning to open Desmond immediately knew he wasn ’ t lying on his bed. He wasn ’ t even in the same room. He could feel his heart beating through his chest. 
 
 One of the first things Desmond remembered was the smell. Absolutely putrid, all consuming sulphur. He gagged slightly as he stood to his feet. Light was penetrating the room through a single window. It glowed reddish-brown from what appeared to be stains on the outside. If macabre could be personified in a room. This place had all of the right hallmarks. Skulls, figurines, knives and swords lined the walls. None clean, every single one looked….used. 
 
 BANG! The door flung open. 
 Two men entered whilst dragging in a desk. 
 It made a horrible screech as it dragged along the floor. 
 One of the men turned to him and smiled. 
 SMACK! Desmond flew across the room smashing his head against the wall. 
 He could feel something loose in his mouth as it filled up with blood. 
 BANG! BANG! They threw two steel chairs down on either side of the desk. 
 They grabbed Desmond and threw him down on one of the chairs. 
 
 Then he walked in. Desmond knew instantly who he was. He could feel it in every fibre of his body. His heart went from fast to near heart attack. 
 Satan… 
 
 His face constantly changing, from one man to the next. it was almost hypnotic but deeply terrifying. 
 
 Well what do we have here? he asked in a hiss. 
 Another mourning man who wanted to end it all? How cliche… 
 Tell me Desmond, are you proud of anything you ’ ve done in your life? 
 
 Fuck you! Desmond replied. 
 
 An apt answer from a destitute man with nothing to lose. 
 You obviously know who I am, and I know who you are so lets get down to it shall we? He said with a condescending grin. 
 
 What do you want this time? Satan asked. 
 
 I want her back, I want you to bring her back. I ’ m ready to do what ’ s necessary to make that happen. Desmond demanded. 
 
 Is that right? and what would I get out of this little transaction? Hmm? 
 Satan asked in return. 
 
 Me. Desmond replied. 
 
 You see Desmond, last time you saw me it was after an accident. You promised to do me a few favours in exchange for your life. 
 Easy, simple, repeatable. This time it ’ s…. different. 
 
 No way! I did n't sell it to you last time. I don ’ t need to sell it to you this time. I go back, do a few things for you. You stop her from killing herself, everyone ’ s square. Desmond responded. 
 
 The question I have to ask is what are you willing to give to make this happen? 
 Satan questioned. 
 
 Everything but that. Desmond replied his voice shaking. 
 
 I ’ m sorry but there is no other way. Satan said with another grin. 
 
 Desmond paused. 
 I ’ m already heading to this place anyway. What ’ s the difference. 
 
 Fine. Desmond replied. 
 
 Devine… I ’ ll draw it up right now. You know the drill. 
 
 He handed Desmond a piece of paper. He read through it and saw where he had to sign. 
 
 The exchange of the soul is granted on the conditions of the Covenant of Satan. Terms discussed are binding and will forever hold power. The owner will forfeit all right to contest this exchange and signs with the knowledge that ownership is now completely transferred. Signed _______. 
 
 
 Desmond wet his finger with his bleeding mouth and signed. 
 
 So what about Katie? Desmond asked with a sense of hope. 
 
 Oh yea about that. it wasn ’ t a suicide. Bad medication that the coroner missed. Satan replied in a clinical tone. 
 
 What?! That ’ s not possible. 
 You are still bringing her back though? He asked. 
 
 Believe it or not I can ’ t time travel. I can pause time and influence decisions but I can ’ t go back. It ’ s like asking God to make a square circle. 
 Not going to happen. 
 
 But I signed the exchange on those terms? Desmond questioned desperately. 
 
 Holy shit kid I can ’ t believe you fell for that! 
 Shit I haven ’ t seen someone miss something so obvious like that for a long time. Haha! I ’ m going to laugh about that one more later. 
 
 Satan stood up and started to move towards Desmond. 
 
 What?! What do you mean?! It states right there the Terms that have been discussed hold power?! Desmond screamed. 
 
 Oh they do…When you have a soul to exchange that is. 
 You see, you lost your soul the moment you popped those pills. Suicide buddy. Mortal sin. See how it works? 
 
 No! No! none of that stuff is real. That ’ s not right! I didn ’ t agree to that! Everything started spinning around him. Tears streaming down his face. 
 He started crying uncontrollably. 
 
 Satan placed his hand on Desmond ’ s forehead. 
 
 Don ’ t worry, your not the only damned soul to go this way. There was one before you that will always be remembered as the [ 14 year old crying because Satan can ’ t time travel. ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/atheism/comments/2i8su3/what_is_the_most_ridiculous_debate_you_have_ever/cl06chy? context=1 )
