[ wp ] Years ago , you made a deal with the Devil to be granted a single wish . All your memories of the deal were then wiped . Years later , your wish is fulfilled and you are about to find out what price your younger self was willing to pay to make it come true .

I sat down on my couch, a bottle of Lagavulin in my hand. I grabbed my new TV remote control off the table and looked at the options menu. Ultra high resolution, realistic surround sound, and the kicker, high frame rate capability. `` Honey, come look at this!'' I called out. A beautiful girl appeared by the doorway, smiling. She walked on over to me and sat down. `` Yeah, what's this?'' she asked quizzically. I should n't have tried as hard as I did explaining resolutions and frame rates to her. `` Well, why do n't you show me the difference?'' she asked. 
 
 I closed the options menu and pressed the numbers that switched to the news channel. `` War, is a horrible thi-'' I cut off the news presenter. `` Well, as you can see, we are currently watching this at 1080p. Which looks great. Now, if you switch it to... no, wait. I should be comparing this to an actual 4K picture. Hold on, I'm going to go find my Blu-Ray copy of- `` So you think you can cut me off, huh?'' the news reporter said all of a sudden. I turned away from my wife to see the news reporter surrounded by white in the TV. His stare struck me, and at once, it all came back to me. 
 
 I was twenty-two and already giving up on life. I met a man at a bar who told me that he could take all my sorrows away, make my dreams come true. The only requirement, was that I give my soul to him. `` Come on,'' I remember him say in his low, confident voice. `` What use is your soul anyway, not like you're ever going to use it.'' What can I say? I was lonely, hopeless and afraid. I did n't have anything to lose. How wrong I was. 
 
 The news reporter seemed to pop out from the TV as he yelled at me. `` Do n't you remember what you did to me that night?'' his voice echoed in my heavy head. `` I do remember. How could I have forgotten?'' I said out loud. The man at the bar told me that I would forget all of what I was going to do, but I did n't. For the past ten years, I kept it inside of me, the memory of it eating me from within. `` I remember. I broke into your house, you were home alone, cooking. I pushed you away from the table, your head hit the kitchen counter. I pulled you up from the ground and I chopped your fingers off, one by one. I would be lying if I said I did n't enjoy it.'' I was staring into space as I said those words. I was n't even looking at the news reporter. I looked to see him standing in front of me, his arms stretched out to show me what I had done. 
 
 I grabbed the hands of my wife and looked at her. Her eyes were missing. I gouged it out that faithful night. `` An eye for an eye.'' she said, her voice turning distorted as she finished her sentence. She held my face gently as she pulled me closer to hers. It was then when I woke up in despair, red all around me. I had not slept in years. I could n't. The angry men would come in with their big knives and spoons and they would play games with me. Sick, horrible games that should never be played by anyone sane. 
 
 This is my punishment, this is what I deserve.
