[ 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 .

Looking around at the off-colour walls, you check your watch again and wonder why you were called here and also how the receptionist on the phone knew so much personal information about. There is a shoot for the movie on later in the day, if you can knock this out in twenty minutes you should be able to get downtown before your assistant starts being grilled by the director. 
 
 You pull at an incessant stitch that hangs from your shirt, you begin to notice how everything seems a bit odd, there's only one door situated on the whole floor, and in front of it sits a woman seemingly devoid of all life, her drawn out features heavy with wrinkles similar to the convolution of the brain. She wears a loose hanging black garb that would n't be appropriate at any workplace you've ever been to before and she cackles loudly to herself, throwing her head back in a wild manner while holding onto a pencil which unmistakably looks to be made of bone. 
 
 The phone buzzes loudly next to her, an archaic noise that's harsh on the ears, `` Yes.. Okay, I'll send him in now Mr. Abbadon''. She turns to you and nods, you grab your coat and move slowly to the door, suddenly full of dread as to what's waiting in the unmarked room. As you walk past the front desk, you see her eyes flicker from deep green to an ominous and glossy black, the change is so fast that you assume it must n't have happened, all you can muster is a startled cough and a mumbled thanks and you walk to the door. 
 
 The door handle is unusually warm as you turn it before entering the room. A man, if you could call him that, sits behind a long thick mahogany desk, its natural form left, creating a stunning array of knots and curves. He turns slightly, throwing his feet up onto the desk before giving you a wry smile and motioning you to sit down. Hesitantly you walk forward before gripping the back of the chair, sliding it towards you and placing yourself down. 
 
 `` Well Mr. Jonah Falcon, how is everything treating you? Still putting the full 13.5 inches to good use I assume?'' He says coyly from behind a grotesque, swollen face that looks as if it has been repeatedly burned. `` You must forgive me for my current state of appearance, dwelling too long in the mortal world allows for my true form to slowly reveal itself through this body''. 
 
 You look down at your hands, knuckles white from your fingers gripping the arms of the leather chair in which you sit. The memories flood back, the voice, the appearance and the heat all combining to re-ignite what was long forgotten. 
 
 `` It's.. it's you! ``, you stammer. You sit with your mouth agar, the disbelief on your face only makes the being across from you, commonly known as the Devil, grin even wider. 
 
 `` Well, of course, and it now seems that you remember me quite well. Now, as to the reason you are here, as you would know, down in hell there are some strange and sick minded individuals, they love having a good laugh at some humiliation suffered by others''. Rubbing the tip of his fingers together while keeping his head down, he continued talking. `` As much as I despise them, I must keep my reign a positive one. It is that time then for me to call in a favour. If you do n't do what I tell you, let me assure you of a slow and painful death that you will suffer. Now I'll need you to be a good sport and take out your tackle''. 
 
 You stand unsteadily, your whole body shaking, and unzip your pants. With a wave of his hand, it slowly shrinks until it resembles a shrivelled up pea. What was once your prized asset know looks like an oversized clitoris. 
 
 `` Okay, now that all the nastiness is out of the way, I'm going to need you to still go to that shoot and perform to the best of your ability, make sure that all the cameras are rolling for the big reveal, all the viewers in hell love a good bit of embarrassment''. 
 
 Putting back on your pants, you quickly exit the room and run down the flight of stairs and exit the building, the harsh, high-pitched laugh of the receptionist still ringing in your ears. 
 
 
 

